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Chapter 827 The culprit who spread rumors

Beichfeng stood two meters away from Fujie Nakasuke, blinking and looking at him.

"Behrfinger, do you know this man?"

Inspector Megure pointed at Fujie Nakasuke and asked Bechfinger.

Beihefeng folded his elbows, stood there in silence for a moment, then took off his sunglasses and squinted his eyes to look at Fujie Nakasuke.

"Hmm... I have no impression of him at all. I guess he is someone I don't know."

Officer Megure looked at Fujie Nakasuke again, "Are you sure he was the one who dismembered your body that night?"

Fujie Nakasuke was stunned, as if he had never expected that they would actually call this blue-haired pervert over!

"Uh...this..." He stammered for a long time and couldn't say a word.

Beihefenger stood obediently by, looking harmless.

How could such a person do such a perverted thing as dismembering a body? !

Ran Mouri looked at Fujie Nakasuke with a reproachful look.

Fujie Nakasuke took a deep breath and nodded heavily, "Yes! He was the one who dismembered the body that night, and even...he even said he would guide me..."

Although he was telling the truth, his hesitation made everyone lose confidence in him, and they looked at him with suspicion and condemnation.

But since it was a murder case, Officer Megure looked at Bechfinger diligently and continued to ask, "Where were you between 7 and 8 p.m. on June 13?"

Bechfinger blinked, then blinked again, then raised his hands and crossed his fingers to point at Amuro Toru and Morobushi Keimitsu next to him, "I'm with them."

"Yes, we can testify to that, and the people around us also saw us at the time." Amuro Toru nodded lightly.

Zhu Fu Jingguang also nodded to indicate that what they said was correct.

Berghoffen vs. Fujie Nakasuke.

Behelfinger wins!

Inspector Megure nodded in understanding and glanced at Fujie Nakasuke with a sharp look.

Kogoro Mori and the others were taken to a conference room.

Although they were convinced that Bechfinger was framed, the police also needed to ask relevant questions.

Conan was puzzled.

Who on earth would want to frame Beihefenger?

Beh? White Moonlight? Finger, well deserved!

They don't suspect him himself, but instead suspect a non-existent 'mastermind'.

They really are crying.

Beihefeng sat obediently, with his head down and no words.

He originally wanted to hold back his laughter, but everyone present was a detective or related to detectives, so he was used to thinking of more possibilities.

So when Zhu Fujingguang placed his hand on his head with a soothing touch——

Bechfinger: ???

What the hell!

He wiped his eyes.

In the eyes of others: It's pitiful, the person is crying because of grievance.

Bechfinger looked skeptical.

This identity... doesn't seem to have any buffs that would make people imagine it, right? ?

Beichfenger fell silent.

He was still in a daze until he walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Behringer, are you okay?" There was a hint of worry in Mao Lilan's eyes.

"Ah?" Bei Hefenger came back to his senses and shook his head. "Very good, very good, but I just can't figure it out for a little while."

"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. In the end, didn't the murderer admit that he lied?" Kogoro Mouri put his hands behind his head and walked forward leisurely.

In fact...it was Fujie Nakasuke who discovered that almost everyone stood on Beichfenger's side, and he knew clearly that what he said would be filtered into lies in their minds, so he silently admitted that he had lied.

Well, it doesn’t matter. It’s not his fault that he lost to a pervert.

Fujie Nakasuke has a very good attitude.

After this incident was over, everyone turned around and forgot about it, and didn't even think about the non-existent "mastermind" anymore.

At this moment, inside Chino's house.

Qianzhu was still leaning on the sofa in the living room, his eyes fixed on the system screen in front of him, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

The screen displayed the situation of Bechfinger's clone, and in the lower left corner of the screen, two messages were quietly displayed.

[The attribute buff of the 'Behrfinger' identity has been changed to: 100%.]

[If you need anything else, please feel free to call Dawn, sir.]

The tea in the cup had already gone cold, so Qianzhu reached out and poured half a cup of hot tea into the cup.

He took a sip, lowered his eyes, and murmured softly.

"The white moonlight that touches people's hearts is the real white moonlight..."

After Bechfinger separated from Conan and the others, he wanted to have dinner with Toru Amuro and Keimitsu Morobushi, but the next second he received a text message from Bertrand.

He was silent for a moment, sighed, told them about this, and then rushed to the safe house.

Seeing this, Toru Amuro and the other man sighed helplessly.

Arriving at the safe house, Bechfinger went in, but there was no one else there except Bertrand.

He immediately became very confident and asked, "What?"

Bertrand waved at him, "Come on, come on, I found something interesting!"

"What's interesting?" Bechfinger came over curiously.

Bertrand put his arm around his neck and whispered in his ear: "First you do this, then I'll do this, and finally I'll do this..."

Bechfinger: “???”

He looked at Bertrand hesitantly, "Is this...Zundu okay?"

"Yes, yes, it's OK. Just add a few more small details and it will be a smooth journey!" Bertrand clapped his hands excitedly.

Bei Hefeng thought about it for a moment, then put his hand around Bertrand's waist, and the two of them huddled together and discussed in a low voice like thieves.

After some time had passed, the two men finished their discussion and looked up to see Sekt sitting opposite them and looking at them.

Bertrand blurted out, "Oh, is Sai-chan here to catch you cheating again?"

Bei Hefenger covered his mouth with his hand and said angrily: "Is there a possibility! You are getting yourself involved by saying this!"

Sekt: "......"

He was silent for a moment, then spoke with difficulty: "Is there a possibility that I didn't make a sound to disturb you this time."

God knows how many times he was asked in the past two days: "Do you really like Asti?" He replied: "That's a rumor!" Then he was asked: "I see, adults who like gin won't like Asti?" He gradually changed from "???" to "......".

He was really speechless.

The culprit who spread the rumor, Bertrand, suddenly realized, "Oh, so that's it, I understand."