No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

The deceased was called Kawashima Hideko, and the main body was a friend who set off firecrackers.

Suzuki Takashi was invited to the mansion for dinner last night.

There is a saying that they are full and warm and think about it. After the two were full, they went to the bedroom to discuss the new way of playing firecrackers and the great harmony of life.

Soon, the memory screen switches.

The body wobbled, and climbed over the wall to return to the residence next door.

After that, it is the memory after waking up.

As for the details of the murder, he could not recall anyhow.

Hey, you shouldn't have come over to join in the fun in the first place, but now it's better to put yourself in it!

Qiao Qiao couldn't accept the fact that he became the number one suspect as soon as he crossed over, and his body and face became tense with his emotions.

"Da da da."

There were rapid footsteps in the direction of the living room.

Without waiting for Qiao Qiao to turn around, he first heard the woman's cry:

"Hey, Shinichi, wait for me!"

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Chapter 002 Being targeted by the god of death!

The boy called Shinichi was wearing a light blue school uniform with a white shirt underneath.

After squeezing into the bedroom, he began to check the scene, as if turning a blind eye to the eyes around him.

The one who just shouted was another girl.

It was three or four seconds late before he entered Qiao Qiao's field of vision.

Her eyes are very special, with a crescent moon in the water-blue pupil.

The most striking thing is the tall, raised hair.

I guess it was too much hairspray...

Such a unicorn hairstyle always makes people feel weird.

Seeing strangers investigating the scene, Uncle Mediterranean asked on behalf of everyone:

"Hey, who are you?"

The teenager got up and turned back, showing a very confident smile:

"My name is Kudo Shinichi, and I'm a high school detective."

In Qiao Qiao's cognition, detectives are all professions that make small troubles.It's a bit similar to the Master's House, accepting any entrustment.For example, looking for missing pets, or catching a rape in a hotel or something.

Speaking of which, if you are a high school student who doesn't study hard, what are you doing with all these bells and whistles?

If you can't get into a key university in the future, you will suffer!

Qiao Qiao just suffered from cultural losses and read an ordinary two books.

The jobs after graduation are no different from those of junior college students.

In his spare time, he likes to play games and read novels.

Occasionally change your taste, brush short videos and watch live broadcasts.

As for anime, basically don't touch it.

Otherwise, you must recognize the spokesperson of the god of death in front of you at the first time.

The high school student's name seems to be quite big, and some people raised their hands to point at him, showing surprise:

"You...you're the one in the newspaper? Sherlock Holmes from the Heisei era?"

Kudo Shinichi straightened his chest and smiled:

"Yes, it's me."

Qiao Qiao's mind is not here at all, and now he wants to find an excuse to leave the scene quickly.

If you take the blame and go to jail, you will become very passive.

"Everyone is a witness, please wait here, the police will come soon."

The pointy-haired high school girl smiled and blocked her inevitable retreat.

Qiao Qiao stood there with a cold face and did not move.

Forcibly leaving will only be charged with murder.

After he woke up, there was no blood on his clothes, and he didn't see any blood on his clothes when he checked the room.

If it was really 'self' who committed the murder with a knife, according to the amount of blood, there must be some contamination.

It means that after the main body leaves, a third person may enter the scene.

In Qiao Qiao's heart, he still had a bit of luck with the murder.

But what about the evidence?

"Hello."

Kudo Shinichi stepped forward and extended his hand friendly:

"My name is Kudo Shinichi, how about you?"

Qiao Qiao was stunned for a few seconds before he reacted, and his left hand pointed at himself:

"Did you call me?"

"Yes."

Before he could respond, the onlookers were the first to give the answer:

"Mr. Suzuki moved in last month, right next door, and hasn't lived for long."

Kudo Shinichi's pupils shrank, and he smiled playfully at him.

Qiao Qiao was a little hairy in his heart, but he pretended to be calm on the surface:

"What... what's wrong?"

Such a nervous performance made Kudo Shin smile even more at a glance.

This 1.9-meter-five handsome guy is very suspicious!

"Mr. Suzuki, what's the matter with the mud spots on your trouser legs?"

Hearing this, Qiao Qiao glanced down.

See that there is indeed a little mud on the trouser legs on both sides, the traces have been dried, and they should have been stained a few hours ago.

He knew that he was being suspected and that he was wrong.Then he shook his head and took it lightly:

"Maybe it got on it accidentally."

The voice fell, and the piercing siren remained from far to near.

Qiao Qiao complained in his heart, knowing that he couldn't leave.

He had just crossed and was unfamiliar with the road conditions.

If you can't clear the suspicion, where can you escape?

The door opened, and the potbellied officer stepped down.Wearing an orange coat and an orange hat.The body is round, like an inflatable ball.

Seeing Kudo Shinichi, he walked over with a smile:

"Brother Kudo, it's you."

With this kid around, the case is much easier to handle.

Free tool people, do not need to be white.

The wife made the king bastard soup tonight and is still waiting for him at home. He will arrest and close the team early.

"Hello, Officer Mumu."

The two met face to face and began to discuss the case.

The police officers who got off the rest of the vehicles began to block off the scene, isolating unrelated people outside from the gate.

Qiao Qiao clenched his hand tightly in his pocket, thinking to himself.

I seem to have heard the name Kudo Shinichi somewhere?

At this time, the fragile brain is far more sensitive than the little brother.

The tingling was triggered just as he recalled, and he could only temporarily dispel the thought.

"Crack, crack."

The police officers entered the scene to take photos and collect evidence, and the forensic doctor also followed.

After a short while, I will report the situation to the chief:

"Partial corpse corpse has not spread to the whole body. Preliminary estimates are that the death time is about two to three hours."

After hearing the result, Officer Mumu nodded.

The bedroom window was left open, leaving a gap the thickness of a dictionary.

According to the feedback from the little brother police officer, there are signs of lock picking at the front door.

The scene was very messy, the sheets were badly wrinkled.It shows that the victim had a violent struggle when he was killed.

It was initially judged that this was a case of burglary and homicide, but there was no surveillance nearby and no effective clues could be provided.

Officer Mu Mu frowned, feeling a little tricky.