Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

"Ha, what are you two kids looking at me like that for? "

Hijikata Kozaburou was amused.

He shrugged his shoulders, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi in a casual manner, and commented with interest:

"I never thought that you, at your age, already understand the relationship between men and women and are so jealous of it. It's really rare."

"Tsk, scumbag."

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi curled their lips in disdain.

"Hahaha, you're really a smart kid."

Hijikata Yukisaburo knew that he had no way to escape and was destined to go to jail, so he smiled to ease his mood, turned to look at the door, took out the key from the pocket of his light brown trousers and unlocked the door.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi watched Hijikata push open the door. Surprise inevitably appeared on his handsome face. They asked in confusion:

"what happened?

How did you get the key to the Okita family's door?"

"Just follow me in."

Hijikata Yukisaburo shook his head not wanting to explain, walked into the door casually, not even bothering to change his shoes, and ran straight to the long and narrow corridor in the distance with the lights on.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi exchanged glances and decided to follow Hijikata. They followed him in unison, observed their surroundings, and calmly judged in their hearts:

"The interior structure of Room 502 is different from that of Room 501."

The thought just fell.

Hijikata Yukisaburo stopped outside the tightly closed wooden door at the end of the corridor, pushed it open, stepped inside, turned left, quickly walked to a double-opening wooden door that could be moved left and right not far to the front right, and pushed it open to the right.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stopped side by side behind Hijikata, looked cautiously into the door, and found out with a serious expression...

Farther ahead, the floor-to-ceiling windows that slide to the left and right were slightly open.

Yumi Nagakura was lying between two floor-to-ceiling windows, with her lower body flat on the living room floor and her upper body flat on the concrete floor of the balcony, her hands flat on both sides, resting peacefully.

A fishing line was wrapped around the horizontal rod of the light blue curtain, with the two ends hanging straight down and dangling over the legs of the corpse.

A bundle of ropes was placed in front of the corpse's feet.

Kudo Shinichi thought for a moment, looked up at the silent Hijikata Kosaburo, and said bluntly:

"I see. In order to frame someone, you set up a mechanism in Mr. Okita's house to drop the body at a fixed time."

"Ok?"

Hijikata Kozaburo turned around, looked at Kudo Shinichi in surprise, and praised him sincerely:

"You are quite smart, worthy of being the child of the Maori detective. You are not even afraid of corpses."

Kudo Shinichi has not yet responded.

Dongfang Haoyue put his hands on his hips, looked up at Hijikata Kozaburo, and said proudly that he was proud of Shinichi:

"of course!"

The voice just fell.

"No, no, wait a minute, we are not Uncle Kogoro's children."

Kudo Shinichi didn't want to be mistaken for Maori Kogoro's child, so he waved his hands in disdain, looked at Hijikata Kosaburo unhappily, and clarified righteously:

"I wanted to correct you just now... Haoyue and I are not Xiaolan and Mira's biological brothers, nor are we Uncle Kogoro's children. We are just children who live in their home."

"oh......"

Hijikata Kozaburo couldn't understand why Kudo Shinichi was so concerned about his identity. He nodded in confusion, then changed the subject, spread his hands, and said nonchalantly, as a matter of course:

"Detective Maori never introduced your identities. I only heard you mention each other's names and call Xiaolan and Mira "sisters" when you were chatting with me on the way to the apartment.

In this way, everyone will think that you are a family. "

"Uh......"

Kudo Shinichi looked at Hijikata Yukisaburo in silence, unable to respond for a moment.

Dongfang Haoyue folded his arms, looked at Hijikata with deep approval, and said in a serious tone:

"makes sense."

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During this period.

On the first floor, in the bright hall, the double electric glass doors leading to the outside are tightly closed.

A middle-aged man was standing at the counter, wearing a gray suit, white lining, and a red tie. He had black hair on the back of his head and a few horizontal strands of black hair left on the top of his head. He was a slightly fat man and worked as an apartment manager.

He looked at Maori Kogoro outside the counter, extremely shocked and unable to believe it:

"What?!

Mr. Hijikata's wife is in Mr. Okita's room! ?

No...No way..."

"This is a murder case, give me the spare key!"

Maori Kogoro leaned forward slightly, slammed his fists against the counter, and seemed to be desperately trying to force the administrator to hand over the keys, but in fact he was thinking calmly:

"Although those two brats are guarding the gate, it is extremely difficult for the prisoners to escape, and Miss Yongmei is already dead, so it is useless for me to be anxious, but outsiders do not know the truth, so I must pretend to be anxious to avoid them from suspecting me."

Maori Kogoro thought of this, slammed the table, and forced with more force:

"Hand over the keys quickly!!"

"Yes!"

The administrator was horrified.

He looked at the arrogant Kogoro Mori and responded in fear, with a few drops of cold sweat flowing down his cheeks. He tried his best to open the drawer of the counter steadily and searched for the spare key of Room 502 in a panic.

at the same time.

A middle-aged woman stood behind the administrator on the right. She was wearing a sleeveless light pink shirt with a white lining and a red bow tie at her collar. She had dark brown curly hair reaching her neck. She was slightly fat and worked as a receptionist in the apartment.

The woman folded her hands in front of her and looked at Kogoro carefully. Her ordinary face showed a subtle expression that made it difficult to identify who he was.

A cute girl stood behind the administrator on the left, dressed like a middle-aged woman, and worked as a receptionist in the apartment. She looked at Maori Kogoro nervously the whole time, interlocked her fingers and placed them on her chest, timidly seeking advice:

"Should I...should I go to the nearest police station and call the police for you...?"

"Oh, okay, thank you for your help!"

Maori Kogoro's style suddenly changed. He looked at the cute girl in an approachable manner, nodded in a friendly manner, and suddenly remembered something, and added rationally:

"By the way, this is a murder case, you can ask those police officers to contact Officer Megure from the Metropolitan Police Department to come to the crime scene.

Because Megure and I are acquaintances and often work together on cases, I hope he can intervene in the investigation and facilitate our communication. "

"I, I know you are the famous detective Maori Kogoro, I know you, anyway, I will help you right away!"

The cute girl calmed down a little, nodded softly, walked around the counter and went straight to the glass door.

Kogoro Mouri straightened up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked back at the girl running through the automatically opened glass door and along the wide concrete ground. An embarrassed look appeared on his mature face.

suddenly!

"Mouri Kogoro!?"

The middle-aged woman looked at Maori Kogoro in extreme surprise, clasped her hands together and clapped them on her chest, making a "pop!" sound, rubbing them repeatedly, and confirmed in disbelief:

"Are you really the famous detective Maori Kogoro?!"

"Yes, it's me."

Kogoro Mori was slightly stunned and looked at the middle-aged woman in confusion.

The woman's plain face blossomed with a joyful smile, and she sincerely pleaded:

"Mr. Kogoro, I am your loyal fan. Can you give me an autograph?"