Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"Machiko, why are you here too, and dressed like this?"

Hearing Xiaolan calling the pink bunny behind him, Yuuji paused, narrowed his eyes and glared at Vermouth, watching her turn away awkwardly.

[Hey, why are you pretending to be me again...]

Holding her chest, Vermouth closed her eyes and muttered in a voice that Xiaolan could hear: "I'm just interested, and I don't really like this one..."

"It's really cute!" Xiaolan hugged "Machiko" fiercely, rubbed against Chris twice, and smelled the familiar fragrance, she showed a kitten-like smile.

"Really? This is the pajamas I carefully prepared, I knew you like it." Turning around in front of Xiaolan, Chris ignored the slightly contemptuous eyes of Yuuji and Conan, and continued to hug Xiaolan.

[I'm still here, can you hold my girlfriend back a little? 】

Finding that the indicator light of the elevator was rising continuously, Conan shook Yuji's yellow leather pajamas, and the two brothers walked over together.

"Where is the deceased?"

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Kudo Yuji wearing strange clothes and Conan holding his hand. Matsuda Jinpei lit a cigarette for himself to refresh himself and yawned.

"You are so tired, but you dare to drive here?" Yuji shook his bear head and pointed to Maori Kogoro's room with his inseparable gloves.

"Do you want to find a room to sleep first? Be careful that you don't have enough ideas and can't solve the case."

"Shut up."

Putting on gloves, Officer Matsuda skillfully ordered his subordinates to seal the door, and then asked Kisaki Eri to explain what happened.

"When I returned to the room, Mrs. Machino came over." Wearing short-sleeved shirts and shorts, she came out of the bathroom with her husband and began to recall: "She had a quarrel with her husband and said she would stay here for one night, so I went to take a shower."

Listening to Mrs. Mori mentioning that when Conan called, she came out of the bathroom and saw Mrs. Machino was still alive, Officer Matsuda's eyebrows jumped, and he subconsciously looked at Conan who was pinching his chin and thinking beside Yuji.

"Is it homicide again..."

Finding that everyone except Kudo Yuji was looking at him with puzzled eyes, Officer Matsuda raised his head and helplessly threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray beside the aisle.

"Anyway, it's like this every time..."

Walking straight into the room, he immediately saw the woman lying on the bed near the door, her body stiff, the back of her head slightly black, and a pool of blood next to her.

Squatting down, Matsuda touched the bloodstains, and gently pinched his index finger and thumb to determine the approximate time of death of the deceased.

"It won't be more than half an hour, which is about the time when Lawyer Hime comes out for the second time."

How did this guy do it? !

Conan immediately rushed to Officer Matsuda, pulled Curly's sleeve hard, and acted cute with curiosity: "Hey, Officer Matsuda, how did you judge it?"

"Smell, viscosity, color and humidity." Officer Matsuda turned his head and pointed to the lattice fan on the window: "And Lawyer Hime didn't turn on the air conditioner, so it won't affect my determination."

"Awesome, how did you do it?"

After a pause, the curly-haired officer looked at Conan kindly. He took off his gloves, gently put his hands on the side of the elementary school student's head, and then squeezed hard.

"It hurts, it hurts, Officer Matsuda!"

"Who do you think did this?!"

After being thrown out of the room by Uncle Maori, Conan noticed Vermouth who was talking to Xiaolan, and suddenly had an idea.

"Did Sister Machiko see anyone running in a panic in the aisle?" Conan walked to his girlfriend's side, squeezed in directly, and separated them.

"I really don't have that. I've been in Yuji's room, so I don't know." Chris noticed Xiaolan's slightly surprised look, put her fluffy gloves to her mouth, and coughed twice.

"We played a card game, we didn't do anything strange, someone should not misunderstand."

"Who... who misunderstood!!" Xiaolan's face flushed, she snorted, walked into the room stiffly, and left Conan, Yuji and Vermouth in the aisle.

Looking at Vermouth with a big smile, Yuji turned his head helplessly and rubbed his brother's pale face red.

"Think about it carefully, a lesbian girlfriend is always better than a shotacon girlfriend, think about it, brother." Spreading his hands, Yuji whistled nonchalantly: "At worst, when you change back, I'll ask Yuko to find the best doctor for you."

After comforting Conan, Yuji put his thoughts on the corpse in the room again.

"But Auntie Eri said that when she came out, she saw Mrs. Machino sleeping soundly." The boy walked to Eri Kisaki and confirmed again: "Auntie, are you sure Mrs. Machino was still alive at that time?"

"She was snoring at the time, so she must be alive." Eri Kisaki suddenly felt her body sink, and after a slight glance, she found that it was her husband's purple suit jacket.

"Just now I noticed that there were other marks on the carpet on the floor."

Forcing himself to forget about his girlfriend's abnormality for the time being, Conan took out his mobile phone and showed the picture to Yuji.

"There are blood stains on the bottom of the bed sheet, but not on the top, and there is a long blood stain on the blanket by the bed leg. Both of these are weird."

Before Conan continued, a wailing interrupted the discussion between the brothers. They looked at the man who was stopped by the police at the door of the room and gathered together.

"Let me in, my wife is dead, why don't you let me in!"

This man was a bit thin. If he was someone like Maori Kogoro, he would have a way to rush in even if the police stopped him, but he couldn't do that. Even when he shook the police, he couldn't make them move a step.

"Is this how the police in Tokyo are? My wife is dead!"

"Please calm down, Mr. Machino. We don't want to see this kind of thing either. But since your wife has been in trouble, as a husband, isn't it urgent to bring the murderer who killed his wife to justice and send him to prison?"

Glazing at his subordinates, Officer Matsuda walked to the front, stretched out his hand and patted Mr. Machino on the shoulder: "I want to ask, what were you doing half an hour ago?"

"Why are you asking this..." Looking at the police in confusion, Machino suddenly reacted and his whole face flushed: "Asshole, do you suspect that the murderer is me? How is this possible!"

"Although I'm not hitting you, I just handled a case this morning. It was a wife who killed her husband. At that time, I asked her routinely. She was exactly the same as you are now, and there were many similar cases before."

To put it simply, I have brushed a copy dozens of times and have experience.

Curly showed a harmless smile: "I think you don't want to be suspected, so you will definitely tell me what you were doing at the time."

"That... Of course."

Machino swallowed: "I was sleeping at the time."

"I see." Officer Matsuda looked him up and down: "So there is no alibi, right?"