Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"Spades represent death."

Detective Shiratori looked at Xiaolan and calmly gave an example:

"Just as hearts represent love, diamonds represent money, and clubs represent happiness."

"oh......"

Xiaolan clasped her fingers together in front of her chest and nodded innocently.

Maori Kogoro turned to look at Detective Shiratori and analyzed calmly:

"It seems that the criminal wants to harm people whose names contain thirteen to one according to the order of the playing cards."

Kudo Shinichi stood in front of Xiaolan's left, with his hands in his pockets, looking up at Maori Kogoro, and reminded him in a polite manner:

"Don't forget that Dr. Agasa just said that the person the criminal wants to hurt is related to Uncle Kogoro!"

Dongfang Haoyue stood on the left side of Kudo Shinichi, with his hands behind his back and clasped together, looking at Maori Kogoro innocently, and agreed seriously:

“Yes, yes~!”

"You two brats don't need to remind me."

Maori Kogoro curled his lips in silence, crossed his left hand across his lower abdomen, supported his chin with the palm of his right hand, turned his head to look at Detective Shiratori, and asked for his advice in a steady manner:

"The question is who could the culprit be?"

"Tuk, duh."

It was a polite knock on the door.

Everyone was slightly startled, and all turned their heads, looking through the glass wall to the door, and were surprised to find...

Inspector Megure was leaning against the door, wearing an orange suit, white lining, brown tie, and an orange round hat.

Detective Shiratori walked quickly to the door, reached out and pressed the door handle, pushed the door open, looked at Megure in confusion, and said in a friendly and caring manner:

"Why are you here?"

at the same time.

Everyone walked behind Detective Shiratori and looked at Inspector Megure with different emotions.

Two police officers were stationed on the left and right sides of the door, looking at Megure with respect.

Officer Megure looked at everyone and explained calmly:

“I heard that someone was shot with a crossbow after the attack on Lawyer Fei.

Although the man was not harmed, I decided to come and visit and provide you with some clues."

"Clues...but your wounds are still..."

Kogoro Mouri stood on the right side of Detective Shiratori, looking at Inspector Megure thoughtfully. Suddenly he remembered something, pointed his finger at Megure's stomach, and his words were full of hesitation.

"Don't worry, it's already been stitched up."

Inspector Megure pressed his right hand on his stomach to appear safe and sound. He turned to look at Dr. Agasa, the only stranger in the crowd, who was standing to the right of Maori Kogoro, and spoke in a friendly manner:

"You are the one who was attacked by the criminal this time..."

Inspector Megure couldn't continue talking.

He looked at Dr. Agasa with extreme embarrassment and for a moment forgot the name of the victim reported by the police.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood side by side on the right side of Maori Kogoro. They looked at each other involuntarily and said in silence after realizing it belatedly:

"That's right, Dr. Agasa and Inspector Megure have never met.

Now think about it, some of the people we know have never met others...!

I still remember that Yuanzi and Yuantai first met two or three months after I (Haoyue) traveled through time. "

"My name is Dr. Agasa!"

Dr. Agasa dropped his hands to his sides, looked at Inspector Megure in a friendly manner, and introduced himself cheerfully:

"I'm a genius doctor who lives next door to the Shinji family."

"Oh, Shinichi mentioned something about you."

Officer Megure looked at Dr. Agasa with a sudden realization, and said with a smile, not quite understanding:

"I heard you always come up with strange inventions."

"Ah ha ha......"

Dr. Agasa held the back of his head with his left hand, smiled awkwardly but politely, and glanced vaguely at Kudo Shinichi who had his back to him.

Shinichi looked at Megure stiffly, his hands hanging down on both sides, a drop of sweat flowing down his cheek.

Dongfang Haoyue stood on the left of Kudo Shinichi, observing him secretly and laughing happily with her hands covering her mouth.

Xiaolan stood on Shinichi's right, with her hands clasped behind her back, looking at Megure with a smile, a happy curve of her lips.

Kogoro Mouri and Detective Shiratori were calm and composed.

"all in all."

Inspector Megure looked at Kogoro Mori and Detective Shiratori and said carefully:

"According to the clues I received, the criminal is probably Murakami-jo."

"Murakami-jo?"

Kogoro Mori was slightly stunned and his expression gradually became solemn.

Xiaolan looked at Kogoro and then at Megure, and asked in confusion:

"Who is Murakami-jo?"

"He's a lone dealer."

Officer Megure looked at Xiaolan and said calmly:

"He killed someone ten years ago and was only released on parole a week ago."

Officer Megure took out the photo from his inner pocket and showed it to everyone, calmly explaining:

“This is Murakami-jo ten years ago.”

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked up at the photo and were surprised to find...

In front of the huge card table, a crowd gathered, living a life of luxury. A middle-aged man, Murakami Takeshi, was wearing a button-down sleeveless vest, a white shirt, a black bow tie on his collar, and he was thin and dealt cards with his left hand.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi locked their eyes on Murakami's left hand, wondering in their hearts:

“Left-handed?

Mira clearly saw that the criminal was right-handed. Could it be that Murakami Jō deliberately used his unskilled right hand to shoot the crossbow in order to hide his identity?

No, that's not right.

If Murakami wanted to hide his identity, there was no need to be mysterious and leave clues suggesting that he was Murakami.

If my guess is correct, the criminal is someone else."

"Murakami-jo...he does have reason to hate me."

Kogoro Mouri took a deep look at the photo, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the warm-colored ceiling that Miyano Akemi had decorated with complicated thoughts.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi regained their senses, turned to look at Kogoro, and asked in confusion:

"Why does he hate Uncle Kogoro?"

"Because I arrested him."

Kogoro Maori looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi calmly until the next second.

"father!"

Xiaolan looked at Maori Kogoro with a little excitement, her hands clasped together and hanging down at both sides, and she said in a tone of indignation:

"How can Murakami-jo take revenge on you for this? Isn't it natural for detectives to arrest criminals?"

"That being said, however..."

Kogoro Mouri looked down at the white tiles to avoid Xiaolan's sight, and his words were full of hesitation.

Detective Shiratori raised his head slightly and looked towards the ceiling, recalling thoughtfully:

"I also heard about Murakami Takeru's case. When he was arrested..."

"White Bird!"

Officer Megure looked at Detective Shiratori solemnly and gave an order that could not be refused:

"Don't bring that up."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Haoyue, Kudo Shinichi, Xiaolan and Dr. Agasa looked at Inspector Megure in surprise, not understanding why he was so serious.

Detective Shiratori remained silent and did his duty.

Maori Kogoro stared straight ahead at the tightly closed courtyard door, his left hand across his lower abdomen, his right hand holding his chin, and thought incomprehensibly:

"The question is...why didn't Murakami attack me, but attacked people related to me?

Since he hates me, why not just come and seek revenge on me..."

"He probably wants to torture your will."

Inspector Megure stared at Maori Kogoro and described in a low voice:

"It's like a cotton string is gradually tightening around your neck."

Kogoro Mori's expression became more solemn, but he didn't say anything.

Kudo Shinichi put his hands in his pockets, looked at Kogoro calmly, and asked rationally:

"Uncle Kogoro, do you know anyone whose name contains the word 'ten'?"

Kogoro Mori has not responded yet.

Dongfang Haoyue put his hands in his pockets, looked at Xiaowulang innocently, and reminded him seriously:

"The criminal's next target is likely someone you know whose name contains the number 10."