The fourth room was deserted.
Half relieved, Mouri Ran hurriedly said, "This is it, let's go in, Conan!"
Ichijō Mirai stopped short, "If you don't mind, would you like Conan to stay with me?"
"It's more convenient."
Ichijō Mirai wasn't exactly a stranger, Mouri Ran hadn't spent a lot of time with him, but as Suzuki Sonoko had said, from a normal person's point of view, their current relationship was that of friends.
And he did seem to be paying some attention to Conan, and Conan was paying some attention to him.
So, Mouri Ran only hesitated for a moment, looked down and locked eyes with Conan, and nodded, "Then please, Mr. Mirai, thank you very much."
Then he quickly ran through the door.
Suzuki Sonoko silently covered her face and wanted to hit the wall, "Why don't they close the door..."
"Why don't you lock the door when you're changing? I already gave you the key!"
In the new to a strange place, most of the ordinary people will have a little bit of defense psychology, especially in doing private things, unlock the door is a very normal thing, not unlock the door, is also understandable.
After all, they're not wolves, they're cute, bleating sheep who can be pinched by anyone who passes by.
But, "Ordinary people, it's understandable."
Ichijō Mirai said.
He draws a category: ordinary people.
Most ordinary people are a little bit defensive, but only a little bit, and in places they know well, they know how to naturally follow the rules about which neighborhoods are dangerous at night and not to go to, or which sockets in the bathrooms are leaking and you have to be careful not to splash when you take a shower.
When you are in a strange place, you often do some things without thinking, as if your brain is covered with a layer of paste, and you will do things that you think are stupid when you think about them later, such as jumping around on the suspension bridge just now to see if it is solid, or wandering around in the jungle where few people are curious to explore.
It's okay to leave the door unlocked. It's a male, and as long as there's no murderer opening the door, it's not a big deal.
But for a non-ordinary person, such as a person who disguises himself and creates a different form for himself, to unlock the door and change his clothes with the same lack of defense as an ordinary person, this is too...
The person in disguise was the male guest in the second room.
He had the chubby cheeks of a fat man, and the body of a normal adult male.
When he changed his clothes, there were too many white bandages on the layers of beds, but there was not a single wound on his exposed body, nor was there any inconvenience on his legs, and there was no smell of blood in the room, so it was clear that he was not injured.
Of course, what was more important was that Ichijō Mirai had seen the guest's appearance when he came to the house while staking out the neighborhood: a chubby face, a chubby body, and a belly covered by clothing that looked nice and soft.
It was very different from the thin body he showed when he changed his clothes.
Anyone who disguises himself like that is no ordinary person.
Whether this guest is a police officer, a criminal, a detective, or some other gray person hired by various people, it has nothing to do with Ichijō Mirai.
But he was stupid.
Stupid enough that if it was the police who pushed his way in, he'd have to make up a story about why he was caught, or face the ridicule of his fellow inmates when he went to jail.
It only took a few hours for him to be called by a special name and to become known throughout the prison, providing a little bit of fun for the boredom of the many inmates.
Ichijō Mirai can only comment: ...Never mind, criminals and police have advanced backward.
Sometimes the criminals are generally better than the police, and sometimes the police are generally better than the criminals, but overall there's not much difference.
In this era when the police are somewhat less intelligent and more obsequious, it is normal for detectives, criminals, and gray figures who are peers or rivals of the police to be a little less intelligent than the police in terms of their business skills.
He smiled and changed the subject, "Has Ms. Suzuki chosen a room yet?"
And knew the answer: definitely no.
Sure enough, Suzuki Sonoko smiled shyly, "Not yet, I've been receiving guests downstairs, and I was planning to wait for them to choose their rooms."
When Ichijō Mirai is done, I'll take the room next door!
"Okay," Ichijō Mirai said, "Conan's going to be with me, so it would be better if we chose a room closer to Ms. Mouri, and take the empty room next door?"
While looking down and asking Conan's opinion, he reaches out and unscrews the next room, opens it, takes a cursory glance at the empty, unoccupied room, and backs away a few steps so that Conan can see the layout inside as well.
"The two rooms across the hall and the one next to ours are also unoccupied," Ichijō Mirai added, "Is Ms. Suzuki going to be staying nearby?"
Suzuki Sonoko didn't think twice: "Of course!"
Then after a moment's hesitation, "Hey, Mr. Mirai, how do you know which rooms are occupied and which are empty?"
"There are traces of where people have been, and they're more obvious in places that haven't been visited for a long time, or places that have just been cleaned," Ichijō Mirai replied, "There wasn't enough time to be sure, actually, and I didn't have time to say anything, I'm sorry."
He looked down at Conan, "What's wrong?"
Conan was trying to observe Ichijō Mirai as unobtrusively as possible, "Brother Mirai is amazing, there is a feeling that there is no difference between the surrounding rooms, you can actually observe which room is occupied!"
"It's really amazing, how did you figure it out?"
Footprints on the floor, sounds in the room, and traces by the door.
The floor in the villa is of course not a concrete floor, but a smooth floor. After the whole floor is wiped clean and dried, the floor will be clean, but once someone steps on it, even if it's light, it will leave footprints.
This kind of footprints, with a normal person's perspective to see, can not be seen.
But for those who know a little about footprints, they can adjust the angle to take advantage of the reflection on the floor to see the usually invisible footprints.
The corridors on the second floor are lined with light footprints and traces of suitcase wheels, mostly in the first few rooms, and one door has a gray mark on the lower edge where the wheels of a suitcase hit.
The footprints were irrelevant, as any competent police officer would know, and Ichijō Mirai explained them briefly.
Conan immediately verified it, crouching down to look at the ground, he adjusted his angle and saw very inconspicuous footprints when he could see the layer of light that the corridor lights had plated on the ground, "Huh, there's really something."
He looked up thoughtfully, and even though he knew that Ichijō Mirai was very powerful the last time, he couldn't help but judge again: what a dangerous guy .
...Even a detective wouldn't look at footprints so naturally, would he?
It's not like he's seriously trying to solve a case, it's just a casual routine.
Ichijō Mirai rubbed the back of his neck again, and turned to Suzuki Sonoko, "Is there a time to meet at the restaurant?"