After the failure of the strongest unrequited love, I decided to cut the love and testify

As soon as the detective finished speaking, Mitsuo, Sakurase and Nagashima froze involuntarily and looked at each other.

"First of all, the three of you have very good motives for killing—Mr. Mitsuo is dissatisfied with the imminent takeover of Marufuku Club, and thinks that Nishiura deliberately spread rumors about embezzling public funds, and has obvious hostility towards it; Ms. Sakurase is because of being acquired. Nishiura has experienced threats and coercion, so if he hates the other party, he will probably kill him; as for Mr. Nagashima..."

The detective paused, and while Nagashima held his breath subconsciously, he asked sharply: "Not only do you sympathize with all the things that happened to Ms. Sakurase, but you also have a heart of admiration for her, right?"

"What, what?!"

Sakuragase Misato was startled, then suddenly turned to look at Nagashima Kenmasa, "Nagashima, you..."

Nagashima stood behind her, still with his head down, as if he didn't dare to look at Sakurase, and after a long silence, he replied in a low voice: "Yes."

"Mr. Mori is right. I really admire Sakurase-senpai."

Sakura raised her hand to cover her mouth fiercely, tears flowed from her eyes, ran across the back of her hand, and dripped onto the fiery red skirt.

Does a woman like her, who has been tainted with filth, deserve to be admired by others?

But Nagashima still refused to look at her, he just took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his suit pocket, handed it to Sakurase, and said softly:

"Since I joined the club and became a secretary assistant, I have been suppressed and insulted by XJTLU every day. He said that I am a fool who is not smart enough, a waste who does not seek to make progress, or a poor ghost who deserves to be mediocre all his life... Countless times, countless times, after being insulted by him, I wanted to jump off the company's building, and it was over."

Endless work, endless overtime, and never-ending workplace violence, these pressures are like bundles of straw on the camel's back, severely destroying Long Island's fragile nerves.

"However, I am a very unlucky person, but at the same time a very lucky person—because I met Sakurase-senpai."

With the help of the gentle and kind seniors who are like the sister next door, Long Island learned how to finish the work quickly, learned how to sneak out of the busy schedule, and also learned how to let the boss scold him with his left ear and out of his right ear, and let those vicious things go out. All his words fell on deaf ears.

"Ms. Sakurase is the best senior in the world," Nagashima's voice was extremely firm, "Anyone who dares to hurt her should be thrown into hell and never stand up again."

"...So, this is Mr. Nagashima's motive for killing the deceased."

Everyone present was silent, only the detective's voice continued, "Then, let's restore the incident now."

"Recently, Mr. Nishiura has often felt pain in his stomach; this afternoon, his attending doctor suddenly informed him that he needed to go for a physical examination, so Mr. Nishiura went to the hospital with the accompanying Ms. Sakurase and Mr. Nagashima, but the results of the physical examination were not Nothing unusual, is it?"

"Yes." Sakuraso nodded with sobs, wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, and tried to get out of the messy emotions, "Then, we came to the Colombo restaurant together to meet Mr. Mitsuo who had made an appointment in advance... ..."

"That's right, you and Mr. Mitsuo arrived at the restaurant one after another and began to discuss matters related to the acquisition of Marufuku Club. But during the period, because of Nishiura's inappropriate words, Mr. Mitsuo's anger was aroused, so the conversation fell into a stalemate for a while."

Guangwei nodded involuntarily, and listened to the detective continue: "Next, in order to ease the atmosphere, Xipu proposed to have a meal first. He poured the special red wine from the Colombo restaurant into the glass, toasted Mr. Guangwei, and drank half of the glass Afterwards, the abdominal pain continued suddenly, which was highly suspected of acute gastric perforation, and he died on the spot."

In a few paragraphs, the process of the case was summarized.But most of the people present were still puzzled, and Sakura couldn't help asking: "So, how did you determine the murderer?"

"I totally agree with the logic that Ms. Jiajin mentioned just now," the detective said, "When the number of suspects is small and he has no secret way, the murderer will not rashly buy and use poison, which will only increase the number of suspects. The probability of his exposure, so the possibility that Xipu died of poisoning can be basically ruled out."

"Then, think about it from the perspective of a murderer: the safest way to kill someone is to take advantage of Xipu's original illness, add strong alcohol, and fake a blundering accident. His life—"

"Am I right, Mr. Long Island?"

"..."

Nagashima Xianzheng clamped the briefcase in his arms like a conditioned reflex, and finally raised his head. The expression on his face was not unusual, but it was very different from the frightened quail at the beginning. His eyes were as cold as ice, and he looked straight at Maori. Kogoro.

"You mean, I'm the one who killed Mr. Nishiura?" Nagashima twitched his lips, "It's nonsense."

He pointed to the cold dishes on the table and sneered, "Mr. Nishiura personally ordered the red wine, which means that even he doesn't know about his stomach problem. How can I take advantage of this?"

"In my opinion, rather than assigning a trumped-up murderer to this incident, it is better to say that it was an accident: because of a mistake in the medical examination this afternoon, Mr. Nishiura did not know that he had a gastric ulcer, so he had a drink at dinner. He drank strong alcohol, which unfortunately caused acute gastric perforation, and died on the spot—"

"This is the script you wrote in advance, isn't it?"

The detective's steady voice interrupted Long Island's smooth speech.

He just sat on the sofa like that, with his head bowed, but his whole body exuded a convincing majesty, using meticulous reasoning to expose the loopholes in the other party's words.

"The key to turning this murder into an 'accident' lies in the medical examination this afternoon."

Nagashima's breath was stagnant, his eyes widened, the briefcase was tightly squeezed by him, and layers of wrinkles appeared on the leather surface.

"Xipu has stomach discomfort recently. I must have told my private doctor a long time ago. The other party called suddenly this afternoon. It probably happened to be free. I can give him a careful examination."

"And after the physical examination, the medical record that should have clearly marked 'stomach ulcer' was silently replaced by a normal medical record—and the person who accompanied XJTLU to the hospital at that time had the opportunity to do this Only Miss Sakurase and you."

"Mr. Nagashima, are you still going to admit it?"

Under the detective's questioning, Nagashima didn't say a word, but Sakura who was beside him seemed to have finally reacted, and said loudly with a little emotion:

"Mr. Maori! You said that the medical records have been exchanged, but today is the hospital where I accompanied Mr. Nishiura with Nagashima, so why wasn't I the one who did this?! Empty words have nothing to do with it, you must speak The evidence is right!"

"Of course I have the evidence, and it happens to answer your question." Facing her almost accusatory questioning, the detective's voice still sounded calm.

"The real medical record should be in your briefcase, Mr. Long Island?"

"..."

The fingers with white knuckles suddenly loosened their strength, but the folds on the briefcase could not be restored. Chang Dao lowered his eyes, with a wry smile on his lips, and murmured: "As expected, because I have to rush directly from the hospital to the restaurant, I can only take the Carrying the medical records with you, this kind of thing is too risky..."

Hearing this confession of guilt, Sakurase's eyes widened instantly, and he grabbed Nagashima's arm suddenly, his voice trembling: "No, why..."

"Because Ms. Sakurase is like a beautiful rose, it shouldn't be stained with dirty mud or blood."

The young man let her grasp him, his voice was calm and gentle, and the shadow of Sakurase was reflected in his dark eyes.

After a while, he turned his head, looked in the direction of Kogoro Mori, and said slowly: "I know I am not an envoy of justice, and I have no right to kill people. However, Shoji Nishiura is the president of the Yoshiwa Club, and he has A lot of money and contacts, can cover the sky with one hand - this kind of upper-class people, born with an indestructible aura, will also be punished by the law?"

"If you kill this scumbag, Ms. Sakurase can live in peace..."

Chang Dao's voice suddenly became sharper, and the blackness in his eyes became deeper and more terrifying, "Then, what's wrong with me?!"

——While he was questioning the detective, puffs of black air continued to emerge from the young man, gradually forming a fly-like curse spirit.

It was completely black, its huge compound eyes were covered with numb balls, its wings vibrated rapidly, like a hyena seeing raw meat, it went straight to Kogoro Mori, and landed on the opponent's body without a sound on the shoulders.

Curses are born from negative human emotions.

The three conjurers present couldn't help but frowned when they witnessed this scene, feeling a bit of rejection psychologically.

And at this moment, it seemed that the backlog of emotions had finally reached a critical point. Nagashima suddenly burst into flames, his eyes were blood red, he grabbed the table knife on the table, and attacked Mori Kogoro who was sleeping on the sofa with a dull head— —

"father!"

Mao Lilan's terrified voice sounded, but at this very moment, Chang Dao's shoulders were put on a hand with strong knuckles, which made his momentum stop suddenly, and he froze in place as if the pause button had been pressed, unable to advance an inch.

In the next second, there was a sharp numbness in the wrist, and the knife was dropped from his hand.

Before Nagashima could react, Kandu Rin grabbed his neck from behind, twisted his arms, and escorted him into a half-kneeling position on the ground, completely unable to move.

"..."

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Gojo Satoru stepped forward unhurriedly, spread out his palms to Shinto Rin, and introduced them solemnly:

"The one standing in front of everyone now is our first-year student of Tokyo Curse High School, Taijutsu Ceiling Shinto, please give me your advice~"

……

Half an hour later, the police, who were on their way to Kubado-cho to arrest the robbers, finally arrived late.

After handcuffing Nagashima's wrists and putting him in the police car, Officer Takagi smiled at the tired Kogoro Mori, "Thank you! Mr. Mori!"

Mori Kogoro waved his hands in dissatisfaction as the effect of the anesthesia needle faded and he regained consciousness, "Officer Megure should compensate me for two bottles of German stout..."

"No problem, no problem, I will help you to convey it truthfully!"

After Officer Takagi and the others left, the case officially came to an end.Standing behind Kogoro, Mao Lilan and Conan kept thanking the three of Rin Kanto: "Thanks to the help of the three today!"

"Where, the Maori detective lives up to his reputation and really solves the case quickly." Shendu Rin smiled politely.

"Mr. Shendu, you don't have to be so polite. You and your two friends really helped a lot," Mao Lilan smiled, "Not to mention you saved my father. I really don't know how to thank you..."

As she was talking, she seemed to suddenly remember something, reached out to open her satchel, and took out a delicate envelope from it.

"This is a gift from a client to my father. Inside is the ticket for Yokohama Wonderland," Mao Lilan said, counting out three tickets from the envelope, and solemnly handed them to Rin. "Please be sure to accept them." Next, it's our little favor!"

Fantasyland is a very famous large-scale amusement park in Yokohama. It is adjacent to the luxury hotel Red Castle Hotel. It has just opened for business not long ago, and the large-scale roller coaster project "Super Giant Snake" has become famous all over Japan.

Spending a whole day in Wonderland is not ordinary, and what Mao Lilan has is obviously a VIP ticket—whether it is amusement items, or food and drink, all are provided free of charge, and the actual VIP treatment is real.

"It's too expensive," Kanto Rin quickly shook his head and refused, "It's just a matter of convenience, Miss Maori doesn't need to be like this..."

But before he finished speaking, Mao Lilan forcefully stuffed the ticket into his hand, repeating: "Please be sure to accept it!"

"..." Kanto Rin held the tickets, as if holding three pieces of hot potatoes.

He turned his head subconsciously, wanting to ask the opinions of the two seniors—then he saw the young master Wutiao waved his hand without any burden, signaling to Shendu Rin to accept it with peace of mind.

... Well, the enlightenment of the rich.

Kandu Rin thought helplessly, and bowed slightly to Mao Lilan: "Thank you, Miss Mao Li."

Mao Lilan graciously returned the gift, and when he was about to say something more, Mao Li Kogoro, who had sent the police away, walked over swayingly, with a face that did not sleep well, and muttered:

"That ticket is very expensive..."

"Father!" Mao Lilan turned around in displeasure, "Mr. Shendu is the one who saved you!"

"Okay, whatever you want," Mori Kogoro raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, yawned, and rubbed his shoulders, "Hurry up and go home after talking, my shoulders are so sore..."

Mao Lilan glared at him, and Conan was silent in his heart.

Please, you just fell asleep, I was the one who contributed.

——However, in the eyes of the three Gaozhuan, the situation they saw was completely different.

The huge fly-shaped mantra squatted on Mori Kogoro's shoulders, constantly raised its legs and rubbed each other, its wings trembled slightly, and its compound eyes shone with a strange light.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would take a few steps back in horror and finally fall to the ground.

"...Oh, your shoulders are uncomfortable, aren't you?"

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips, stretched his arms, and suddenly took a step forward, walked across to Mori Kogoro, raised his hand and patted the latter's shoulder twice.

"How do you feel now?"

He obviously didn't use much strength at all, but Kanto Rin clearly saw that the curse spirit entrenched on Kogoro Mori's shoulders trembled, and the mouthparts under the huge compound eyes dilated instantly, as if he had experienced great pain Like, before he had time to make a sound, he instantly turned into powder.

And at the moment when the curse spirit was cast out, Mori Kogoro suddenly felt light all over, and couldn't help but look at Gojo Satoru in astonishment: "Huh? What did you do?! Your shoulders are not sore at all!"

Gojo Satoru spread his hands, like a magic stick, but smiled and said nothing.

He looked like he didn't intend to answer, and Mori Kogoro didn't have the nerve to ask, so he could only thank Gojo Satoru resentfully.

But Conan and Mao Lilan, who had witnessed the whole process, couldn't control their curiosity, they turned their heads at the same time, and cast their expectant eyes on the acquaintance Rin Kamitari.

Kanto Rin: "..."

The corner of Shendu Rin's eyes twitched, he looked at the big one and the small one in front of him, and then at Gojo Satoru where the old god was present. After thinking hard for a long time, he finally fixed his gaze on the latter's sunglasses.

"Uh……"

Shendu Rin bit the bullet, smiled at Conan and Mao Lilan, and explained guiltily: "Blind, blind massage."