Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"no!!"

Fujii Takako excitedly clarified:

"I washed the handkerchief at a doctor I know's house and brought it here!!"

"So you went to the crime scene with a wet handkerchief?"

Kudo Shinichi tilted his head slightly to the right, secretly observing Fujii Takako, and relentlessly exerted psychological pressure on her:

"What's the matter?

What is your purpose!?"

Fujii Takako was speechless.

She picked up the cigarette filled with gray smoke again, looked down at the cold floor, and fell into deep silence involuntarily.

Everyone looked at each other speechlessly.

Kudo Shinichi remained silent.

Dongfang Haoyue narrated dully in the spiritual world:

"It looks like... it's time for the confession session that I've witnessed hundreds of times."

Three seconds later.

"Oh, that's too bad."

Fujii Takako held her forehead with her right hand, closed her eyes, and sighed regretfully:

"I didn't expect to be discovered so quickly."

"Ms. Fujii?"

Hiroshi Iino trembled slightly and looked at Fujii Takako in disbelief.

Nanzawa Naoyoshi had a bead of sweat on his cheek, and he said in disbelief:

"It's really you..."

"Yes, I killed..."

Fujii Takako opened her eyes, turned around and looked at Minamisawa Naoyoshi and Iino Hiroshi, her right hand dropped to her right side, and she said frankly without caring:

"Kill that treacherous miser."

"Why?"

Hiroshi Iino's pupils trembled slightly, and he didn't understand why Fujii Takako became a murderer.

"The reason is simple."

Fujii Takako lowered her head slightly, closed her beautiful eyes, and explained calmly:

"My boyfriend owed that man money and couldn't pay him back so he hanged himself."

Fujii Takako opened her eyes, turned her head, looked at Minamisawa Naoyoshi and Iino Hiroshi at will, and said with a casual smile:

"How about it?

Isn’t this a very simple reason?”

"B-but."

Nanzawa Naozen opened his hands in front of him and said in a slightly anxious tone:

"Don't you always say... that people who borrow money are also wrong?"

"Yeah, if my boyfriend borrowed money for the purpose of buying a car, a house or gambling, I don't need to avenge him."

Fujii Takako smiled faintly, letting the smoke rise into her confused eyes, and said in a depressed and lonely tone:

"But he did it for me... I guess this is inevitable revenge."

The voice just fell.

Xiaolan dropped her hands to her sides and confirmed with some confusion:

"For Miss Fujii?"

"My heart has always been bad."

Fujii Takako closed her eyes and tried to speak calmly:

“After graduation and even three years ago, I lived in the hospital.

Because my parents died young and I don't have many friends, my boyfriend is the only one who comes to visit me.

He told me...to rest and recover, he would pay for the medical expenses.

Finally, I recovered and entered his apartment with joy, wanting to see him, but...”

Fujii Takako's fair face was stained with sorrow as she recalled sadly:

"But he was hanging from the ceiling silently, with the IOU from Feitian Financial Company at his feet."

The voice just fell.

"So... So that's how it is..."

Nanzawa Naoyoshi looked at Fujii Takako with an indescribable feeling, and said with regret:

"So you came here for revenge."

"Yes, I have been looking for an opportunity for revenge."

Fujii Takako calmed down a bit, glanced at Minamisawa Naoyoshi elegantly, then turned to look at Maori Kogoro and asked curiously:

"Mr. Detective?

How do you know I'm a criminal?

Obviously, the gas stove switch and the handkerchief have no toxic reaction, and I am not the only one who can design this trap, so why can you... "

"Ms. Fujii."

Kudo Shinichi revealed calmly:

"Your coat has been firmly trapped...your left hand."

Fujii Takako was slightly stunned and looked at the left pocket of her shirt without saying a word.

Kudo Shinichi reasoned steadily:

"Whether you're taking a cigarette out of a pack, using a lighter or reaching for something, you use your right hand.

Other than that, the only time you used your left hand was when you turned off the gas stove.

Yes, you are a heavy smoker, and your fingers tend to touch your lips when you smoke.

In other words, you deliberately use your left hand to turn the button on the gas stove... to avoid your right hand, which is contaminated with poison, from reflexively touching your lips.

After all, even if you wipe off the poison on the button, it is difficult to ensure that the poison is completely wiped off. Even if there is only a little bit of poison on your right hand, it will be troublesome. "

Kudo Shinichi paused for two seconds and analyzed calmly:

“Of course, the reason you didn’t take your left hand out of your pocket was because you were worried that you might accidentally touch something with your left hand, which might be contaminated with poison.

Sure enough...the gas stove only has the fingerprint of you turning the button designed for right-handed people with your left hand."

"So that's it..."

Fujii Takako lowered her head slightly, closed her eyes, and said with regret:

“It’s unbelievable… the cigarettes he didn’t let me smoke turned into incriminating evidence.

I think... he must be laughing at me in that world now..."

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The next day, afternoon.

Tokyo, Kanagawa Prefecture.

In the vast courtyard of the Nagato family, a large fenced pool was surrounded by shallow mud pits.

"Oh!"

Kogoro Mouri was wearing a light gray coat, a gray suit, a white lining, and a red tie. He walked steadily by the pool with his hands in his pockets.

He looked up at the tall and luxurious villa in the distance ahead and praised politely:

“What a gorgeous mansion!”

"As expected of the chairman of the Nagato Group, it's on par with Sonoko's residence!"

Xiaolan followed in front of Kogoro Mouri's left side, with her hands clasped behind her back, admiring the villa with a smile.

"Miss Lan, do you know Miss Sonoko?"

An elderly man was wearing a black suit, white lining, a black bow tie, and simple round-frame glasses.

He followed in front of Maori Kogoro to the right, with his hands behind his back and wrists crossed. He turned to look at Xiaolan and explained with a kind look:

"She came here two or three times as a child."

at the same time.

Kudo Shinichi followed Xiaolan leisurely on her left side, his hands behind his head, smiling happily in his heart and said:

"Yuanzi doesn't have the temperament of a rich lady at all~"

"Eh?"

Dongfang Haoyue followed Kudo Shinichi's left side with his hands in his pockets. He looked at Shinichi cutely and thought curiously:

"What are you thinking about, Shinichi? You have a weird expression!"

at the same time.

"Hey!"

Xiaolan slowed down her pace slightly, turned sideways, grabbed Maori Kogoro's left arm with her right hand, covered her red lips with her left hand, and said worriedly in a very low voice:

"Why would such a powerful person look for you, Dad?"

"The chairman specifically requested me, the famous detective Maori Kogoro, to come here!"

Maori Kogoro raised his lips in an arc of high spirits, and confidently asserted:

"He must want me to help him solve a difficult case!"