Chapter 763: You'd be better off asking me than him

Sera Masumi was just about to answer when the studio door was suddenly pushed open, and three middle-aged women walked in excitedly.

"We are all female mystery writers, and we've long wanted to hear the stories of the famous detective Mr. Mouri."

"Yeah, we heard we could hear Mr. Mouri tell stories, so we rushed over immediately."

"Huh?" Mouri Kogoro looked confused. He didn't know what was going on with the three middle-aged women suddenly running in; they didn't look like clients.

"Eh?" the thin woman with glasses asked in surprise, "Didn't Zekuri tell you?"

"Zekuri?" Lan asked curiously, "Could it be that you're talking about the mystery writer Zekuri Miho who passed away last month?"

"We are all friends who got to know Zekuri Miho through SNS," the plump woman with a round hat explained, "but the one who made the appointment for us to come here today is her older brother."

"Yes, that's me."

At this moment, a man wearing a duck-billed cap and field clothes walked into the studio.

"Mr. Zekuri, what exactly is going on? Detective Mouri doesn't seem to know about this."

The three middle-aged women asked hurriedly after seeing the man.

"Hmph, that's only natural."

Zekuri Isao closed the door behind him and suddenly raised a handgun, firing a shot at the ceiling. The huge sound shocked everyone into silence.

"Because I didn't make an appointment at all!"

Facing the muzzle, the middle-aged women retreated to the table in terror: "Mr. Zekuri, what are you doing?"

"Alright," Zekuri Isao scolded, "Except for Detective Mouri, everyone throw your phones on the table and go to the wall! Hurry! Don't dawdle!!"

"Strange."

Akaso Kaze next door turned toward the Mouri Detective Agency.

That was a gunshot, right?

There seemed to be other movements; it seemed something had happened.

Using the Eye of Space to look—huh, how come there's a robber?

In the agency office, Lan and Sera Masumi suddenly made a move, knocking away Zekuri's handgun.

Unfortunately, he had anticipated this, and he was holding a bomb button in his other hand.

"I've heard that Detective Mouri has a daughter who knows karate, but I didn't expect there to be two."

Zekuri Isao climbed up, grinned, unzipped his jacket to reveal the bomb strapped to his body, and picked up the handgun again.

"It seems I was right to bring this. Alright, let's hear the famous deduction, 'Sleeping Kogoro'!"

"Famous deduction?" Cold sweat broke out on the detective's forehead.

I don't have any damn famous deduction.

Zekuri looked at the three middle-aged women and sneered:

"My sister Zekuri Miho was a bestselling writer who won the Naoki Prize at a young age. Last month, the police said she committed suicide by slitting her wrists at a hot spring inn in Gunma, but I don't believe it was suicide!"

"It must have been one of these three people who went to the hot spring with her who killed her!!" ===== CHAPTER 765 =====