Conan: The Mechanic

Time, just like this, moves forward in a peaceful life.

February 17, Friday, Izu in the afternoon.

"..." Shiho in a swimsuit sat on the beach.

"Going to the beach in a place like this, enjoying the unique charm of the off-season..." Looking at the depressing crowd in front of him, Shiho shook his head. "Cold to death..."

A delicate hand silently touched the black lace on Shiho's back, and with a single mistake, he released the hook.

"Ah!" Shibao was startled, he quickly pressed his underwear to his chest with his hands, and looked behind him a little embarrassedly. "Firefly, don't do this!"

"Anyway, your reaction speed is so fast, what's the point of playing a little bit!" Kneeling behind Shiho, Hotaru smiled and re-fastened the tie. "Why, are you still thinking about the case from yesterday?"

It was not only the two of them who came to Izu, but also Fujiwara—a very strange death case occurred in the tourist area on the Izu side. The deceased suffered from muscle spasms in many parts of his body under unknown conditions, and finally died of suffocation caused by respiratory spasm. . Under such circumstances, Gregory asked Fujiwara and the others to go for identification instead.

"Well," Shiho nodded absentmindedly. "That corpse...you remember, it died of suffocation, right?"

"Yes," Ying nodded. "But I can't find the corresponding family and genetic medical history, so I plan to apply for an autopsy in the next few days-isn't this the application you asked me to send?"

"Well, I asked you to send the application." Shiho nodded lightly. "But...to be honest, there's no need for that - I suspect that the deceased died of poisoning."

"Why?" Ying sat down beside her and took out a bottle of iced black tea from the beverage cooler on the other side. "Although some toxins should have such an effect, why are you so sure..."

"It's very simple," Shibao gently held the bottle of iced black tea in Ying's hand and took a sip before continuing to give the answer. "The dead man... I know,

"He used to be the venue provider for our joint chemical experiments with external organizations when we were conducting poison gas tests—it was a small warehouse in Meguro, and it was he who took us around the alleys. , and finally got to that place."

"How can you be so sure?" Ying was curious. "You... don't seem like someone who can remember a passerby's face for so long, right?"

"Because of his watch," Shiho raised his head and looked at the crowd still playing on the sea in the distance-probably only this top-of-the-line beach can still gather so many tourists in February. "On his watch, there is a Doraemon sticker that says [Hiko loves Dad the most]."

For a moment, silence fell between the two girls.

Yingying slightly avoided her gaze and shook her head slightly. "Then... do you have any clues as to who did it?"

"All I can say is that there is no definite suspect," Shiho shook his head. "But if I'm talking about the general direction, I have a point - but it's just speculation right now, it's not at the point where it can be said."

Using the poison gas tested in the poison gas test is just enough to make the inhaler produce such an effect.

That poisonous gas is called Sarin. And the organization that traded with them was Aum Shinrikyo.

Since the sarin gas release in Matsumoto last June, Shiho hadn't heard negative news about them for months - but there was always some media, presumably paid, out there touting their good deeds and Practical speech.

Still, they're probably still planning their actions somewhere... After getting so deeply involved with their process from production to use, Shiho no longer believes in their sanctimonious appearance.

"Forget it, don't think about it." Ying suddenly shook her head. "We're on the beach right now! Then we must go play in the water together!"

Saying so, Hotaru hugged Shiho and stretched out her hand restlessly behind Shiho, intending to tease her friend.

But before she could get it, someone else's hand undid her underwear.

"Be mature," while Yingying nervously re-fastened the hook with both hands, Fujiwara put his head lightly on Yingying's head, stroking both hands restlessly because there was no free hand. Firefly's body that resists. "It's on the beach, and it's not appropriate to untie my girlfriend's underwear."

"Is it appropriate to untie the wife's?" After the buckle was finished, Hotaru finally released his hands, but instead of driving away Fujiwara's hands, he just lay on his chest and looked up slightly. his chin.

"No, but you're beautiful," Fujiwara also put his hand on Hotaru's belly. "With such beauty, even if you stand in court, maybe you will be forgiven because you are favored by the gods?"

"You hate it!" Hotaru patted Fujiwara's face in disbelief. "I'm not Phryne!"

"Yeah, of course you're not Phryne anymore," Fujiwara lightly squeezed Hotaru's hand with his face and shoulders. "You are much more tender and cute than her!"

(The flesh worker in ancient Greece in the 4th century BC, whose real name was Mnesarete, got his name because of his slightly yellow skin~www.readwn.com~ means toad. The famous paintings are "Freine in the Court")

Looking at the flirting between the couple, Shibao seemed to be laughing because of such an interesting conversation, but he seemed to have thought of something, showing a somewhat lonely expression.

Sure enough... the more this happens, the more sad it is...

At this moment, she heard heavy footsteps coming from behind - a sound that can only be brought by the weight of men, and it was walking towards them in a straight line.

But there were only three Shiho and the others, and the people who came to join in the fun at such a time were...

Shiho turned his head and looked at the person walking behind her - it was a burly young man, and the other person was also staring at her. But what's interesting is that his eyes don't seem to be firm, as if some fierce ideological struggle is going on in his heart.

If it were normal, Shiho would have thought it would be offensive and ungentle to look straight at her like this, but this time...

In all honesty, this man looks good-except for a scar on his forehead that is so shallow that it is almost indistinguishable, the whole person is a typical image of a sports youth, dressed neatly, and can score at least 70 points.

Faster than Shiho's measurement from the perspective of the opposite sex, it was Hotaru's slightly frivolous hum: As a battle-hardened girl, she has seen such an expression too many times - a smart man will always Dress up as a youthful appearance, and then let the girls who relax their vigilance fall into it through skilled communication skills.

However, for someone like Shiho who has only been in love once and is in the emptiness period of broken love, such a youthful performance might make her recall the beauty of her first love during the passionate period of love, and the effect will be outstanding?