Xiaolan and others ran to the infirmary panting. They were originally looking for someone on the boat, but they were not as quick as the river. Zhixiaoyuanzi rushed over immediately after being sent to the infirmary.

"How are you doing in Yuanzi?" Xiaolan looked guilty.

If she hadn't hidden too deeply, Yuanzi wouldn't have had an accident because she looked for her.

"I'm fine. The doctor said that you just need to rest and wait until your body temperature recovers!"

The garden is in good spirits, and I haven't stayed in the cold storage for too long, so I am still quite energetic.

When she saw Xiaolan's expression, she knew what Xiaolan was blaming herself. She is so kind and always easily takes responsibility on herself.

She grabbed Xiaolan's hand, shook her arm gently, and said coquettishly: "Oh, don't blame yourself, it's not because of you. If you feel sorry for it, please stay here with me!"

"Oh, I wouldn't have hidden this deep before I knew it..." Xiaolan held her cold hand, and the guilt in her heart did not ease at all.

Kurakawa stood up and said, "You have a good rest here, I'll go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of ginger soup for you."

After saying that, he turned around and left the infirmary.

After leaving the infirmary, Kamikawa Shun's face was expressionless.

While walking towards the kitchen, he called Hoshino Shu.

Shuai Hoshino was debugging a new program at home. When he looked at the caller on the screen, his brows frowned slightly.

Shangchuan Shun rarely calls him, and every time he calls, there is basically something wrong, and I don’t know what he encountered again when he went to sea this time.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Without much greeting, Shangchuan suddenly opened the point straight: "Help me check the sinking of the eighth-generation merchant ship 15 years ago, and focus on the two people who died in the accident. I want all the information of their relatives."

Naturally, a dead person cannot become a ghost and come back to cause trouble, and only the living persons cause trouble.

What he knows at present is the sinking of eight merchant ships 15 years ago, and the accidental deaths of eight British people a few days ago.

There is no doubt that this incident is closely related to the incident 15 years ago.

"What happened again?"

"Well, there were bombs installed on the cruise ship."

Hoshino Shui was strangely silent for a while, no longer surprised these things.

"Are you called the bomb disposal personnel?"

"The bomb disposal team is already on the way, don't worry."

"Well, be careful."

Hang up the phone and Shangchuan Shun goes to the kitchen.

Such a large cruise ship is sailing in the Pacific Ocean, surrounded by endless seas. Even if the gangster wants to leave, he cannot leave. He is not in a hurry to find the gangster.

Shangchuan Shun went to the kitchen to prepare ginger soup for the garden to drive away the cold.

Conan and Kogoro Mouri who heard the news went to the dock.

The attack on the garden is really suspicious. It must be something that happened at the dock that led to the attack of the atoms.

He looked around carefully and found a falling folding fan on the ground.

Conan frowned when he wrapped the folding fan in a handkerchief.

If he remembers correctly, he had seen this folding fan in the hands of the third generation president.

"This is the iron fan of the eighth generation president, why did it fall here?"

Kogoro Mouri frowned, feeling like something was wrong.

"Uncle, let's go to the eighth generation president's room and ask." Conan suggested.

"good."

The two walked all the way from the dock to the president's room, but no matter how many times the doorbell was ringing, there was no response in the room.

"Not here..."

If they are not here, they have to contact the staff.

He was just thinking about finding someone, but the chief guard who called the police because of the incident in Yuanzi just came over.

"Mr. Maori, I have called the police. What are you doing here?"

He was a little surprised that Kogoro Mouri appeared at the gate of the eighth-generation president.

There are not many people who know the residence of the eighth generation president, and Kogoro Mouri should not know.

"When I visited Sister Li, they told me that this was the eighth generation president's room. We picked up the president's iron fan in the dock, so we wanted to come and ask."

Kogoro Mori held his chin and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, when I came here, I seemed to see someone coming out of this room."

When he came here, he didn't know that the room was owned by the eighth generation president. So when he saw a strange person coming out of it, he thought it was a resident and didn't think much about it.

"I remember it was around 10:15, and the man was wearing a windbreaker and a hoodie..."

"Really Mr. Maori?!"

The maid who happened to come over and hear Kogoro Mouri's words trembled in his heart.

"It's so strange. Neither president was wearing a windbreaker, and I remember that only President Guijiang was in the room during that time."

"Is there an accident in President Guijiang?!"

Although he was panicked, he still maintained basic etiquette. He first knocked on the door vigorously, but did not hear any response inside, and then took out the room card and opened the door.

The door was opened, and what caught everyone's eyes was a terrifying scene.

A beam of light shone in from the curtains that were not completely closed. The Badai Guijiang, wearing a bathrobe, fell to the ground, and a sharp dagger was inserted into her abdomen. Blood poured out of the wound and dyed the surrounding carpet bright red.

"Don't move!"

Maori Kogoro shouted fiercely and stopped the maid who wanted to step forward.

He walked up to hold President Guijiang's hand to check his pulse, but the feeling of starting his hand was completely cold and there was no pulse beat anymore.

He shook his head slowly, his consciousness self-evident.

"how so……"

The maid and the chief guard were still a little dazed and could not believe this fact.

The person who was still good was lost after a while but disappeared.

"According to the situation of the corpse, it should be 30 minutes since death."

"I'll inform the captain!" The guard who reacted immediately responded.

"I'll go find the president!" The maid also hurriedly searched for someone she could think of, who could take charge of the overall situation.

The two left, and Kogoro Mouri carefully looked at the wounds of the deceased.

The deceased lay on his back on the ground, and his fatal injury was the knife inserted into her abdomen.

Judging from the death posture, President Guijiang should have been rubbing his hair at that time, and then suddenly attacked and died.

But this is very strange.

If someone is attacked while rubbing his hair, normally, it is usually attacked from behind, so the weapon should be inserted on the back, not on the abdomen.

Unless the murderer surrounds the dead from behind, the dagger is inserted into the abdomen in a reverse grip.

But this involves another problem. If this is the case, Deputy President Jiang would not be unable to find the weapon, but there are no traces of fighting around here, which is really unreasonable.
Chapter completed!