The restaurant in the underwater part is like a marine aquarium. Looking out through the special glass on the corridor and roof, you can see all kinds of fish swimming in Tokyo Bay. Such a unique scenery can attract many tourists to eat here.

"Wow, it's really like an aquarium. It's worthy of the name of an undersea restaurant."

Like Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden, nainainai Xiaoshan shouted and appreciated the facilities in the restaurant. Especially when she saw the red Ferrari running in the center of the restaurant, she couldn't help exclaiming: "this is Ferrari F40! How did this car come!"

"It may be reassembled here after disassembly."

Baiyan Zhenyu replied casually, found a seat in the empty restaurant and waited for Xu Shengyi, who invited everyone to meet here.

However, in the waiting of the people, Xu Shengyi, as the master, did not appear in front of the people.

Baiyan Zhenyu looked at his watch and found that the time had reached three ten. He was surprised and said, "it's strange that it's more than three o'clock. Why hasn't Mr. Xu Shengyi come yet..."

Maori Kogoro's eyes took back from the entrance channel and complained, "yes, it's impolite to invite guests but the host didn't show up."

Officer bainiao's face changed slightly, and a look of uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He guessed uncertainly, "do you say... Mr. Xu Shengyi has been given by Mr. Murakami..."

After hearing officer bainiao's half sentence, photographer Shi Hu Yongming became concerned and asked in a loud voice, "Mr. policeman, what do you mean by this? What does it mean that he has been killed by Murakami?"

The nainainai people in Xiaoshan, who are still enjoying the ocean scenery, also turned their heads and looked over, curiously waiting for the answer of the white bird police officer.

"Cough, I'd better tell you about it."

While Mu Mu's Police Department explained the whole story to them, Bai Yan Zhenyu, Maori xiaowulang and officer bainiao began to check the situation in other rooms of the restaurant. As a result, they found nothing. There was neither anyone else nor xushengyi's body that might have been killed.

When Baiyan Zhenyu returned to the hall, the Mumu police department had also explained. The original leisurely atmosphere suddenly became a little nervous.

Shi Hu Yongming took out his lighter, pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The smoke swirled around the room. He said, "if you say so, the sixth person may refer to me, because there is also a six character in my surname."

"Yes, in fact, everyone's names have numbers."

After carefully studying the names of the people, Bai yanzhenyu reminded: "Miss Yamauchi's name [Nainai], the pronunciation is the same as that in Japanese, representing seven; there are five in my uncle's name, representing five; Mr. Ford's English pronunciation is [four], that is, four."

"As for the third, I remember that officer bainiao's name is bainiao rensanlang. There is three in it. Of course, it may also be Xiaolan, because [LAN] can also be divided into three; Mr. Renke's [Ren] and Conan's [Jiang] can also be divided into two, representing the second."

Baiyan Zhenyu pointed to everyone one by one, analyzed the numbers hidden in their names, and finally concluded: "so, everyone sitting here may be attacked. Please be careful."

Baiyan Zhenyu's analysis was recognized by Mumu police department and others. Maori xiaowulang touched his chin and added: "in this way, there is only one person who has not been determined."

Xiao Lan was very sensitive to this number and immediately said, "Xinyi, the last person is likely to be Xinyi."

"Brother Kudo?" hearing Xiaolan mention Kudo Shinichi, who often helps the police solve cases, the police department suddenly brightened its eyes and asked happily, "will he come here, too?"

Thinking of the childhood sweetheart who didn't know where at this time, Xiao Lan shook her head slightly, looked a little sad and said, "no, it's just that I suddenly have this feeling."

Baiyan Zhenyu glances at Conan and thinks Xiaolan's intuition is really powerful. Maybe this is the so-called love. Baiyan Zhenyu, who is still in the mother and fetus solo for two years, expresses his great envy.

"Alas, if only brother Kudo were here."

The Mumu police department sighed a little disappointed, then focused the people's attention on him and asked, "for the sake of prudence, I'd like to ask you a question. Do you have anything to do with Mr. Murakami?"

For this problem, Mr. koyamauchi nainainai and Mr. Ford said they didn't know Murakami, while Renke Ren and Shihu Yongming had something to do with Murakami.

Before becoming an essay writer, Renke Ren once worked as a location reporter for a while. At that time, he interviewed Murakami's case.

Shi Hu Yongming took a picture of Murakami, a prisoner, when he took a portrait of a murderer.

Although they had contacted Murakami's father-in-law, they both said that they had not had a dispute with Murakami's father-in-law, which means that they were also involved in this incident because of the relationship between Maori Kogoro.

After hearing this, Bai yanzhenyu frowned and doubted everyone's previous judgment.

If this incident is really like what was speculated before, and Murakami attacked his relatives and friends around him in order to retaliate against Maori Kogoro, why would these four strangers who have nothing to do with Maori Kogoro be involved?

If the previous judgment is wrong, the prisoner is probably not Murakami, but when the prisoner attacks in turn according to the order of playing cards, it is coincidental that the attacks are all people related to Maori Kogoro.

While Bai yanzhenyu was thinking about the truth, the Mumu police department noticed that Nainai in Xiaoshan looked a little different and asked in surprise, "miss Nainai, what did you think of?"

Xiaoshan nainainai seemed to hesitate and didn't answer directly. Instead, he asked, "does that man seem to have been released from prison eight days ago?"

The Mu police department nodded and replied, "yes."

"In that case, it shouldn't matter." Xiaoshan nainainai breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed expression reappeared on his face.

Probably in order to divert people's attention, Xiaoshan nainainai suddenly patted the table, stretched out his hand to look at her Renke Ren, and angrily accused: "anyway, you wrote the rotten book of Paris Restaurant. The recommended restaurant is really bad enough. Have you ever eaten in that store?"

His work was suspected. Even the good tempered Renke Ren couldn't help but stand up and retort, "Miss Yamauchi, you're so rude. Of course I've eaten those things."

"Since you say so, prove it to me."

Xiaoshan nainainai took a provocative look at Renke Ren and took out a high-grade box from her bag, which contained a bottle of red wine she brought.