Chapter 1062

Inside the funeral home, seeing Matsukura Hana choking back tears, Misumi thought of yesterday's investigation again.

A black zip tie used for binding things was found in that snow truck, matching the abrasions on Calico Cat's wrists; only then could she be completely certain that there really was another girl.

In addition, the latter half of the distress letter was found in the truck; in the darkness, Calico Cat didn't seem to notice that the writing had continued onto another piece of paper.

"Snow Man's house, save Hana, here."

The prior deductions were all verified.

Without Lord Akaso's deduction, perhaps they would never have understood Calico Cat's true thoughts from the beginning; this case was by no means solely the credit of the medical office.

"Only by experiencing the feeling of loss can one know the preciousness of life," Akaso Kaze appeared outside the funeral home holding a bouquet of lilies, "I don't know if this counts as a good thing."

"Lord Akaso?" Misumi turned her head in surprise.

"I just happened to be passing by and came to take a look."

Akaso Kaze placed the lilies beside the portrait at the temporarily set-up memorial altar and silently looked at Matsukura Hana, the high school girl who had shed her innocence.

Misumi smoothed her hair, her face turning slightly red, "Lord Akaso, I... may I buy you a drink?"

Akaso Kaze looked at the beautiful woman and couldn't help but smile.

"Of course, we can discuss the case in more depth."

On this day, Akaso Kaze was drinking morning tea at home when Ai glanced at her phone and said: "A case occurred next to the park in 3-chome, Toriumi Town; Inspector Megure invites you to come over."

Ai is now just like Akaso Kaze's little secretary.

Well, she is indeed very small.

Toriumi Town.

Akaso Kaze took Ai to find Megure and Takagi, who happened to be handling the case; the Mouri family was also there, but Uncle Mouri looked a bit bewildered.

"I'm sorry, Lord Akaso, this case is really quite difficult, so..."

Megure explained very embarrassedly, "The person murdered is the mistress of the Funamoto family, Funamoto Tatsuhito's wife, Funamoto Kanesayo."

"Mrs. Kanesayo is 39 years old this year," Takagi took out his notebook and explained in detail, "Yesterday morning, the Funamoto family's maid went to the room to check because the mistress hadn't gotten up, and found her collapsed on the balcony of the room with a gunshot wound to the back of her head..."

"Judging from the angle of the bullet's entry, the person who fired the gun is likely over 180cm tall. Estimating the time of death, she was hit between 9 and 10 o'clock the night before last, shortly after the mistress returned from attending a friend's family party."

"And then?" Uncle Mouri asked intently, "What was the motive for the crime?"

"Probably theft," Megure speculated, "because the pearl necklace and bracelet the mistress was wearing around her neck were gone when she returned home. By the way, why are we telling you, a man who has nothing to do with the case, the details of the incident?!"

As he spoke, Megure had black lines on his forehead: "It's one thing for Lord Akaso to be a special advisor, but why are you here, you guy?"

"Uh," Uncle Mouri's face was awkward, "well, this..."

"Mr. Mouri?"

A cry of surprise suddenly came from inside the Funamoto house, and the maid who happened to be coming out urgently called out to the uncle.

"Isn't this the famous detective Mr. Kogoro Mouri? Please! Please catch the killer who murdered the mistress quickly! These police alone are simply useless."

"No problem, just leave it to me!"

Uncle Mouri was overjoyed and became smug, completely unaware of Megure's foul expression beside him...

"When you were still in the First Division, when did you not hold us back? Every time it's like being led into a maze by you."

Megure glanced at the uncle and said respectfully to Akaso Kaze, "Lord Akaso, I'll trouble you to replace our police force and dampen his arrogance."

"You don't have to put it that way, do you?" Uncle Mouri scratched the back of his head and gave a wry smile, "Inspector, I've always been on your side."

"It would be even better if you could save us some worry."

Megure muttered, seemingly helpless about the uncle, but still led everyone into the Funamoto house.

Akaso Kaze and Ai followed behind, quietly watching Kogoro Mouri.

"I know who the culprit is; the person who killed Mom is a foreign woman dressed in black from head to toe! It's definitely her!!"

"Hmm?"

Everyone looked at a child in the room wearing a black formal suit.

"Toshi!" a man in a suit sitting in a wheelchair in the inner room scolded, "Don't disturb the police investigation; we still have to prepare for the wake."

"Master?" The maid saw the man in the suit and hurriedly introduced him, "This is the famous detective Mr. Kogoro Mouri."

"Oh?" the man said in surprise, "You are that famous detective, but why are you here?"

"This, I just happened to pass by."

Akaso Kaze sized up the man past the smiling Uncle Mouri.

A round, square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a round nose, long sideburns, and slightly curly short black hair.

He looked like a musician he had seen before.

This person is the master of the Funamoto house, Funamoto Tatsuhito, 43 years old.

The child is his son, Funamoto Toshi, 8 years old.