If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

Except for the short-haired girl who screamed at first and seemed startled by the sudden collapse of someone next to her, everyone else was relaxed.

After all, it's just heatstroke, so the staff of Manhui Library must have a complete way to deal with it.

Only this short-haired girl who still wears long sleeves in summer has one arm hanging down tightly against her body, scratching her thigh restlessly with her fingertips, while the other hand is holding this arm in front of her chest, full of Resistance.

His lips were pressed tightly together.

Friends, friends!Two questions:

1. Do you think the person who fell to the ground is really just suffering from heat stroke?

2. Who do you think is the murderer?

Anyway, Ye Jian has the answer.

He said to Liuli who was sitting beside him and looking over there, "I'll take a look." He stood up, took two steps across the table, and jumped off the one-meter-high platform.

The golden ponytail on the back of her head fluttered up and down sassyly, and the hair fluttering around her ears caused little exclamations from around her.

After hitting the ground with a "snap", he was about to take a step when he suddenly remembered that this was an excellent booster, so he turned around and raised his handsome face to look at Kirikiri on the stage, and stretched out a slender white palm to her .

Yukiri's amethyst-like eyes exchanged glances with Yemi, and he took a step forward with the boots that Da Xiaxia was still wearing under his feet, bent down and put the deep purple gloves on Yemi's palm and jumped neatly.

The hem of the pleated skirt was raised high, revealing the dark safety pants underneath and the thighs that were so white that the veins spreading out like tree roots could be seen inside.

Land lightly.

Then he let go of the hand that was holding Ye Jian.

The readers who were stunned around subconsciously moved out of the way.The emerald-like pupils and the amethyst pupils looked at each other, and neither of them showed any expression, but ran towards the scene of the incident at the same time.

At this time, a panicked voice seemed to grab everyone's heart, making the audience instantly quiet.

"No, I'm not breathing!"

184 Seeing Bo Dong at Night is Not Free and Easy ([-])

The people around the fallen girl were startled, and many subconsciously took a step back and stepped on the feet of the person standing behind them. The people who were stepped on had no intention of getting angry, but watched intently. The staff rescued the girl and called an emergency number.

Only the short-haired girl who screamed at the beginning shifted her gaze and noticed Ye Jian who was running towards her.

And next to him is the beautiful girl detective Kyoko Kirikiri who is dressed in purple.

As if seeing some indescribable horror, the girl's eyelids were instantly raised, her eyes were wide open, and her lower eyelids were tightly stretched.

It was completely terrified.

Ye Jian could guess what she was thinking: mmp!Why does my wife happen to meet a famous detective when she kills everyone? !

The girl who stayed at the scene of the crime probably because she was afraid that if she left, she would increase her suspicions. She couldn't stay still anymore. She twisted her sneakers and was about to turn around and plunge into the crowd.

Then I felt my wrist was wrapped by a delicate and cold palm.

It's like a knot tied on the wrist by a fine silk.

She looked back hastily.

Ah, it's Night See Teacher...

"Ye, see teacher at night, what, what's wrong?"

Look, look, look at this stuttering man, the people who eat melons next to him all cast doubtful eyes.

Ye Jian glanced at Kirikiri, who was squatting beside the girl who had been identified as a dead body, and was groping up and down for inspection, and then turned back to look at the panicked girl.

She was still stuttering: "I, I still have something to do, so I won't ask you to sign it."

"You should turn yourself in." Ye Jian's slender body stood up straight, but her voice was very flat, as if she was talking about something unimportant. If you change this sentence to [You should eat more vegetables], it will probably be less A lot of disobedience.

"Surrender yourself? You, what did you say?" The girl's sideburns were twisted and stained on her cheeks due to sweat, and her erratic eyeballs never stopped.

Ye Jian squinted his eyes, and the cold light made the girl tremble in fright.

He was impatient, but he still tried to restrain himself when he thought that he was surrounded by his readers.

The slender fingers pressed the skin on the girl's wrist into fine lines.

Just like the words of a doctor analyzing a patient’s illness: “You screamed immediately after the deceased fell down, but after the scream, your body movements were very unnatural, with your arms hugging your chest as if you were repelling something. Fingers fluttering restlessly, lips pursed, it means you are very nervous, which is unreasonable, you can be afraid, you can be worried but you should not be nervous. Then you see the fog cut and your eyes widen in fright It's so obvious, who would feel frightened when they see a detective?"

The girl stared at Yemi with her mouth pursed, her eye circles became redder and redder, and finally fell to her knees on the ground with a "bang", holding the hand held by Yemi like the Statue of Liberty.

Tears rolled down my cheeks: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth's full of lies Acting skills! Why is the murderer in Conan so calm after killing people, so I can't do it..."

Ye Jian's beautiful eyes also tightened a bit, and he tilted his head: "...you kill people just to test the killing methods in Conan?"

The girl shook the arm held by Ye Jian angrily: "Or else! Huh...I surrender, you haven't found any evidence of crime yet, I'll tell you in advance, the evidence is..."

"The evidence is the ice you hid in your trouser pocket." A female voice that was neither angry nor happy, as calm as a machine, sounded from the side.

Wukiri took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket and covered the face of the deceased, stood up and looked at the short-haired girl in long sleeves, then turned to Ye Jian, the lavender braid shaking slightly: "Good psychology, Ye Jian teacher."

Ye Jian nodded her head slightly in response: "To write a book, you need to know a little bit about everything."

The onlookers around were inappropriately impressed by the demeanor of the two, and some girls staring at Ye Jian began to put their hands on their hearts and pursed their lips, their eyes were watery.

And the girl who failed to even make it from the capital lowered her head and saw that her trouser pocket had been soaked in a large area by melted ice, as if she had peed her trousers, and she cried again: "Wow Wow..."

The raised arm shook more vigorously, and the cuff of the long sleeve dangled back and forth, finally drooping, revealing a slender arm.