Conan's I'm Really Not Red Fang

Chapter 1 The First Dead

Her life is snow-colored.

"If my reasoning is correct, there should still be the victim's blood on the soles of your shoes. Judging from the crime scene, the traces left by the murderer are the best evidence!"

"But if there is no blood under my shoes, will that prove that I am not the murderer?"

Yukimuro stared at Mori Kogoro, even though he pointed at her and said she was a murderer, his expression remained calm.

She was too lazy to say anything about the wrong shoe prints.

"I was alone in the room during the time of the crime, and the deceased was lying at least 5 minutes away from my room, and you found out that the scene was just at the time of the crime, and you came to me at the same time. If I were the murderer, there would be no time at all. Allow me to change my blood-stained shoes."

What's more, she didn't bring a change of shoes at all.

"Then please see clearly." She suddenly smiled, feeling amused by the current development, squatting down to unzip her boots, letting her long snow-colored hair hang down behind her.

The sun must be good today.

The thin socks stepped on the ground, and the chill on the ground was biting, but it was far inferior to the coldness in her heart in the past three years.

The dead are not afraid of the cold, because the sun will only accelerate the decay of the corpse.

"Can I prove my innocence now?"

She looked at the police officer indifferently, and he shook his head at Officer Mu Mu after checking the shoes.

No blood reaction.

The luminol reaction could be tricked, but as a matter of fact, she didn't have enough time, whether it was changing shoes or dealing with blood, it took time and foreign objects.

"how is this possible?"

Mori Kogoro looked at the other two suspects in astonishment, they had enough alibi.

But this has nothing to do with Xue Shiyi, she has proved her innocence enough.

Everything that happens leaves traces in the world, and she has never seen a case without traces.

After lowering her eyes and tidying up her clothes, Yukimuro no longer paid attention to this false detective, and looked around for a while.

Wait a little longer, and the light will come.

The white eyelashes fluttered up and down like butterflies, and her gray eyes narrowed slightly. She looked at the large floor-to-ceiling windows beside her, and she didn't know whether it was desire or fear flashing in her eyes.

"Sister Yukishi, do you need to go to the room to rest for a while, the sun is about to rise." A not-so-loud voice stopped Yukishi, it was an immature voice from a child.

"Ah."

Yukimuroi nodded, her attitude was much better than others, but it didn't look much different.

With her long hair fluttering slightly behind her, she signaled to the police and then entered the vacated room next to it, which was specially vacated just now to question them.

"There is something missing from the deceased, and it is in the hands of the prisoner." Before opening the door, she did not turn her head, but muttered to herself as if she knew someone was listening to her.

There is no basis for the words without beginning and end, but if it is that person, they will definitely understand.

As long as he is really as powerful as the rumors say.

After her back disappeared behind the door, Conan turned the corner, his eyes seemed to be able to see the mysterious woman through the door.

Who is she?
Opening and closing the door, before her eyes was the darkness she was afraid of.

At the flick of a switch, warm-toned overhead lights illuminate the drawn room.

It's five o'clock in the morning, maybe sooner than six.

She has long lost her perception of time, and the more she knows about time, the more she can feel her life slipping away drop by drop.

Miwako used to say that she was too obsessed with time and used every bit of it to the extreme. Even the robot had to be charged, but she never relaxed.

But she didn't feel that, she just felt that this way of life made her happy, so she kept doing it like this.

Tomorrow, I need to go to the police station to make a record. If the little detective understands what she says, the case will be solved easily.

It's as easy as finding a chicken bone in a chick, unless it hasn't hatched, unless the case didn't happen.

"...If my reasoning is correct, you should still be wearing the missing tie from the deceased. I think maybe you didn't want to take it away, but when the deceased was struggling, he bit your hand , where you said you were scratched by the cat at the beginning of the meeting, and your blood was left on the tie because of it."

"You were wearing a bandage, so you could hide it even if you were injured, but that tie can't."

This case is over, as for the reason...

She doesn't care about these.

Sitting on the small sofa in the room, Yukimuro listened to Kogoro Mori's calm reasoning outside, and unconsciously crossed his fingers and put them on his lap.

This was the first time she went out in the past three years, but she didn't want to encounter such a thing, and even became a suspect who would be interrogated by herself a few years ago.

Is this meant to remind her of the change in identity?

Tearing the corners of her mouth ironically, she lowered her head to look at her pale skin, and laughed silently, obviously she didn't change her face or voice, but...

No one recognized her.

Colleagues who have been with each other day and night, juniors who are optimistic about...

No one recognized her.

The piece of ice in my heart seemed to be a little bigger, not much, only the size of a fingernail.

"Miss Yukimuro, you can go back to your room." I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a long time, or maybe it was only a few minutes, when a person knocked on the door.

"Okay, I know."

It was a long time after Yukishiyi pushed the door and came out.

Today's sun is as good as imagined, illuminating the entire hall with golden light.

The hotel was built on the mountainside, so she didn't come here for better sunlight, after all, for an albino patient, the sun is no less than chronic poison.

This hot spring is very famous, and her brother recommended her to come here, saying that it can make her relax a little bit, and she will suffocate to death sooner or later if she stays in the laboratory every day.

She doesn't have much time, but she is still willing to waste some time to listen to her brother's words once in a while, and observe this "silver bullet" by the way.

The reasoning ability is good, and it can be said to be very good compared to the age, the rest remains to be seen.

After returning to the room to put away the luggage, Yukimuroi took out a special umbrella, and was going to look around when the sun went down.

By the way, you can go and chat with my dear Miss Angel. I met them at night before, but I haven't had a chance to get along with them yet.

"The phone is coming! The phone is coming!"

The complicated phone ringing made her dizzy, but it was locked by her brother and could not be changed.

"Telephone……"

"Hey, who is it?"

"It's me, Cointreau said you went out to soak in the hot spring."

Hearing this magnetic and familiar male voice, Yukimuro couldn't help but lowered her phone in surprise and glanced at the note: Boyfriend.

When will he have time to care about her?

Does the sun rise from the west today?
　The new book is immature, please collect it~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)