Conan: Naruto

"They are my husband's apprentices."

Nine Nine Nanie turned around, looked up at the photo, and explained calmly:

"Whether they have already graduated or chose to give up halfway, their photos will be framed here."

"Aunt Qihui~"

Dongfang Haoyue raised his head and looked at the many photos to relieve his uneasiness. He was surprised to find that one photo was not stained with any dust, while the other photos were dirty and covered with dust.

In that clean photo, a handsome man was wearing a black suit with white lining, a medieval high-brimmed black top hat and a black bow. He was slightly younger, with his hands hanging in front of his chest through a ball of fire.

Dongfang Haoyue turned to look at Jiujiu Qihui, pointed at the photo of the handsome man, and asked curiously:

"Who is the brother wearing the black hat?"

"Ah, he is Kinoshita Yoshiro!"

Puzzled, Ninety-Nine-Seven Hui followed Dongfang Haoyue's hand and pointed to Kinoshita Yoshiro's photo, her expression was startled, and she said with nostalgia and regret:

"He is a genius among geniuses, and yet...

Unfortunately...he lost his life at a young age in a magic practice accident 14 years ago. "

Jiujiu Qihui turned to look at Dongfang Haoyue, leaned forward slightly, put her hands behind her back, clasped her hands, and asked curiously:

"Kid, why are you asking me about that photo?"

"because......"

Dongfang Haoyue smiled sweetly and was about to explain.

Kudo Shinichi put his hands in his pockets, looked at Nine Nine Nie calmly, and asked in an explanatory manner:

“That was the only photo that hadn’t caught the dust, and I wondered if someone was taking care of it.”

"Ah, you actually observed so carefully."

Nine Nine Seven Hui was stunned for a moment, straightened up, and looked at the photo in surprise, confirming that it was really spotless, and guessed gently:

"Maybe my husband wiped the photo. He loves Kinoshita very much."

"oh......"

Kudo Shinichi looked up at the photo and nodded thoughtfully.

Xiaolan looked at Xinyi silently, her innocent brows filled with suspicion.

Dongfang Haoyue didn't notice anything unusual about Xiaolan. She put her hands behind her back and folded her forearms. She carefully observed the photo of Kinoshita Yoshiro, thinking and judging in her heart:

"Shinichi has been staring at Kinoshita Yoshiro's photo for a long time. Could it be that his photo is one of the clues to this murder case?

But...I can't see the clues hidden in the photo...! "

Dongfang Haoyue thought about it, feeling extremely distressed.

"anyway."

Mouri Kogoro turned to the left, folded his arms, looked down at the human-shaped white lines drawn by the police that proved that the body had been lying on the ground, and confirmed according to the detective's practice:

"This is where your husband was poisoned and died."

"Yes."

Nine-nine-seven Hui turned around, folded her hands in front of her, looked down at the human-shaped lines, and said with sadness:

"In order to provide clues to detectives, this basement has been preserved as the crime occurred."

Ninety-nine Nanie turned to look at the pile of playing cards on the desk, her hands dropped to her sides, and she stated softly:

"The playing cards holding the ace and jack of spades together are buried under a pile of playing cards on the desk, and the glue used to hold the playing cards together is also under the pile of playing cards."

"Ah."

Mouri Kogoro nodded slightly thoughtfully, turned to the right, walked a few steps forward and stopped in front of the brown wall.

He made a fist with his right hand and hit the wall twice with his knuckles, making a dull sound. He was slightly stunned and said in surprise:

"what?

The thickness of this wall is unusual. "

“My husband loves classical music and he often comes to the basement to listen to music.”

Ninety-seven Megumi followed Mouri Kogoro's left, folded her hands in front of her, and explained calmly:

"In order to listen to louder classical music, he specially built a basement with strong sound insulation."