“Mr.
Shouichi, although the Sumitomo family is very powerful, you are a newcomer to the construction industry after all.
These projects aren’t that easy to get.”
A bald old man patted Shouichi on the shoulder with a chuckle.
He looked at Shouichi with mockery.
Just because you came from a financial conglomerate family didn’t mean everything would go smoothly for you.
In the construction industry, if you didn’t drink and butter people up to keep them happy, how could projects worth billions or tens of billions of yen possibly fall into your lap?
Still putting on the airs of a conglomerate heir—reality would soon teach him how to behave.
The slightly tipsy President Takeda pushed his driver aside and drove away himself.
“He has already chosen the path of death.”
Shouichi looked at the woman dressed in black before him.
The woman furrowed her brows and said, “I won’t help you do that kind of thing.”
“Why not?
Think about your sister.
Don’t you want to reunite with her sooner?” Shouichi said.
“You were willing to rob a bank for your sister, so why can’t you do me a little favor?”
Miyano Akemi said coldly, “I won’t keep making the same mistakes.”
She refused to become a criminal weapon in the hands of these people.
“No matter what, I will not kill for you.”
Shouichi raised an eyebrow, saying strangely, “You’re so violent.
I just wanted you to intimidate him.”
Miyano Akemi unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes.
*Saying someone had ‘chosen the path of death’ didn’t sound like a simple intimidation tactic at all.*
“Where exactly is my sister?” Miyano Akemi asked.
“I don’t know.
Maybe she was found by the Organization and secretly executed,” Shouichi said wickedly.
Miyano Akemi clenched her fists and asked, “What exactly will it take for you to let me and my sister go?”
“You’re so weird,” Shouichi said.
“I’m a law-abiding citizen.
I merely hired you to be my personal secretary.
You can leave whenever you want.
It’s not like I’m restricting your or your sister’s freedom.”
His first foray into business competition had ended in a miserable defeat.
Not only did he fail to secure the company’s first contract, but he was also ruthlessly humiliated by his competitor.
Shouichi dragged his secretary along to watch *The Godfather* and *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* to learn business warfare techniques.
Miyano Akemi sat there on pins and needles.
*What do these movies have to do with business warfare anyway?*
*Do you have some sort of misunderstanding about what business warfare entails?*
*Business warfare might have the word ‘warfare’ in it, but it isn’t an actual war!*
“Excuse me, are you Mr.
Sumitomo Shouichi?” A team of police officers walked into Shouichi’s company holding up their badges.
“I am.”
Takagi said to Shouichi, “Mr.
Takeda Tarou died in his home at noon today.
You are a major suspect.
Please cooperate with our investigation.”
Miyano Akemi stared at Shouichi, dumbfounded.
*When did you go and kill him?*
“Officer, I’m an upstanding citizen,” Shouichi said innocently.
…
The Takeda residence.
Inspector Megure took one look at the gruesome state of Takeda Tarou and covered him with a white cloth.
Shot eight times in the back.
Just how deep was this grudge?
“Inspector Megure, there are currently only three suspects.
The first is Takeda Tarou’s son, Takeda Kazuo.
He recently lost a massive amount of money speculating on copper.
According to Mrs.
Takeda, he recently asked Mr.
Takeda for money, but Mr.
Takeda believed he would only waste his hard-earned cash and refused him.
Another is Butler Takeda.
Mr.
Takeda was a very irritable man who frequently beat and scolded Butler Takeda.
Moreover, Butler Takeda and Mrs.
Takeda once had a romantic history.
It’s highly possible he sought revenge against Mr.
Takeda.
The final suspect is Mr.
Sumitomo Shouichi of the Sumitomo family.
Mr.
Shouichi has been rebellious and untamed since childhood.
He just founded a construction company, and during business negotiations, Mr.
Takeda snatched a project away from him.
Therefore, there is a high possibility he committed the murder out of a grudge.”
Inspector Megure nodded.
These three were the biggest suspects.
He turned to the mustached man beside him and asked, “What do you think, Mouri, my friend?”
“Hello, everyone.”
Shouichi walked in, interrupting Mouri Kogorou’s attempt to randomly accuse someone of being the killer.
Shouichi casually found a chair and sat down.
His secretary walked over with a dark expression and handed him a cup of tea.
Shouichi took a sip, handed it back, and said, “Remember to add sugar next time.”
“Consuming too much sugar is bad for your health,” the secretary said, completely disrespecting him.
Shouichi crossed his legs and waved at Inspector Megure.
“You guys carry on.
Don’t mind me.”
Mouri Kogorou stealthily approached Inspector Megure and whispered, “Is this guy really a suspect?”
He remembered seeing him once at the police station because of that brat Conan, only knowing that he was incredibly wealthy.
Would a rich person actually commit murder themselves?
“Of course.
He is indeed a potential perpetrator.”
“Then does he know he’s a suspect?” Mouri Kogorou asked.
“He knows.”
“And he’s still acting this arrogant?
Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was your boss,” Mouri Kogorou said speechlessly.
Inspector Megure shook his head.
The young master of a financial conglomerate was tough to deal with.
Ignoring Shouichi, who had come to the crime scene to enjoy afternoon tea, Inspector Megure asked the forensic doctor, “How is the examination going?”
The forensic doctor adjusted his glasses and said with a straight face, “Shot eight times in the back.
The deceased died of suicide.”
“Huh!??”
Conan, who was currently searching for clues, stared at the forensic doctor in utter disbelief.
*Shot eight times in the back and died of suicide?*
*Could you be any more absurd?*
Inspector Megure’s mouth twitched.
“Died of poisoning?”
“Exactly.” The forensic doctor nodded.
“The copper content in the deceased’s body was too high; he died of copper poisoning.
The person who fired the gun should only be considered an indirect murderer.”
There were eight bullets in the deceased’s body.
The bullet heads were made of copper, and none of them had been extracted.
The forensic doctor spouted nonsense with a completely straight face, “Of course, it’s also possible that Mr.
Takeda committed suicide by taking poison.”
“The world is so beautiful, why would he commit suicide by poison?” Shouichi said with faux pity.
“Yes, it really is hard to figure out,” the forensic doctor chimed in, perfectly echoing Shouichi’s tune.
“What the hell is this?” Mouri Kogorou’s mouth twitched.
Inspector Megure said, “The killer is very likely Sumitomo Shouichi.
This forensic doctor…
he was probably sponsored by the Sumitomo family to attend the police academy, which is why he’s saying this.”
Calling a fatal shooting “copper poisoning.”
This ability to lie through one’s teeth was simply too strong.
Even if they found evidence of Shouichi shooting him, he could just turn black into white, using “copper poisoning” to defend himself and claim it was indirect murder.
If he then hired a top-tier lawyer to defend him, it would be very difficult to convict him.
Mouri Kogorou said indignantly, “This guy is definitely the killer.
I absolutely cannot let him get away with this.”
Inspector Megure patted Mouri on the shoulder.
Nowadays, there were far too few people who didn’t fear the rich and powerful.
They really needed more people like his good friend Mouri.
“Hmph!”
Mouri Kogorou glared at Shouichi, who was currently acting all chummy with his secretary, and let out a cold snort.
As soon as he turned around, his consciousness blurred, and he slumped into a chair with his eyes closed.
“I already know who the killer is!” The master ventriloquist, Mouri Kogorou, was officially online.
“Mouri, my friend!?”