Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

So warm, so safe, so comfortable.

When I was a child, I slept in my brother's arms like this.

Ten years ago, the way the siblings went home was that Kogoro Mori was driving the car of the Metropolitan Police Department. Both of them were in the back seat, cuddling with each other and resting as they are now.

"Well, I'll pick you up, sister."

His hand was still on the girl's other shoulder, so that Xiaolan could sleep on it.

Gongsheng raised his left hand and looked at the time on it.

It passed without a meal at noon, and it is now three o'clock in the afternoon.

Chapter 76. The public is taking a hot spring

The car was still driving, Xiaolan felt tired and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Seba Mansion held a banquet today. After a gunshot, the Metropolitan Police Department quickly dispatched and sealed off the place.

The deceased male, 40 years old, died in a closed room with no other entrance except a window, which is the so-called closed room murder case.

It was already dark, the scene was searched again, and the guests who were forced to leave were also a little irritable, and some began to contact their family members, engage in activities, and lodge protests.

Not surprisingly, the topic of the Metropolitan Police Department's inaction will be published in tomorrow's newspaper, and then a famous detective will steal the limelight.

"According to my speculation, the prisoner is..."

Mori Kogoro looked at the dignified lady in front of him, the wife of the owner of the Sewa Mansion, Sewa Tuntoku, and slowly stretched out his finger.

"No, the reasoning is wrong, the real murderer is someone else!"

Putting away the flip phone, Xinxiao ran to the scene of the crime and stood beside the globe.

My mind is troubled by another matter...

It was very clear that Xinyi heard clearly just now that the voice on the other end of the phone from Mao Lilan was different from the usual tone, and he didn't get angry because he left, and he didn't yell loudly.

To be honest, it's a little uncomfortable.

In addition, on the other side of the phone, there is always the sound of clothes rubbing when talking, just like the clothes rubbing caused by being hugged and intimate while talking on the phone with myself.

'Impossible, Xiaolan won't be intimate with anyone other than me. '

How could anyone like such a violent woman?

But the rubbing sound of clothes when making a phone call is so clear, it seems that the rubbing position is very close to the phone.

"Brother Kudo...brother Kudo...brother Kudo!"

The high school student detective came out and shouted that the prisoner was not her, interrupting Mori Kogoro's reasoning. In addition, Kudo Shinichi's traffic was huge, and all the cameras were turned to Heisei Holmes.

His existence is like a flash, with a natural sense of justice and a handsome face, a strong and cool temperament, and a sonorous voice that breaks everyone's doubts.

However, when everyone looked at the high school student detective, they found him in a daze.

Everyone waited for a long time, but nothing happened.

In the end, the Mumu Police Department, who was a little helpless on his face, stepped forward, calling Kudo Shinichi in a tone like coaxing a child.

"Uh, oh, Meguro Police Department, what's wrong?"

Xiaolan and I are childhood sweethearts, how can we be intimate with others, the sound of clothes should be auditory hallucinations.

Covering his head with his hands, watching "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes" last night until the morning, and then being ordered by Mao Lilan, Xinyi felt that his nerve lines were like taut strings, which would break at any time.

Shaking his head, he tried to delete Mao Lilan's call from his mind, recalling the case in front of him...

Shinichi's eyes gradually cleared up, and he was still standing beside the globe, staring at Mr. Sewa Takatoku who was sitting in the wheelchair.

"The real murderer is none other than the owner of this house, Mr. Seba!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at another person who was the exact opposite of what Kogoro Mori had judged.

Mr. Sewa is sitting in a wheelchair at the moment, with a thick bandage on his right leg and a plaster cast. It is preliminarily judged to be an ankle injury.

"What a joke, Mr. Seba's foot was injured, didn't you see it?!"

Being interrupted suddenly, and in front of so many people, Mori Kogoro felt a little embarrassed.

He ran directly to Mr. Sewa, who was in a wheelchair, and held up the casted foot.

"Hmph, is there really something wrong with his feet?"

Detectives are like sharks, when they encounter the smell of blood thousands of miles away, they will quickly rush up, bite their prey, release the blood, cause fatigue, and be completely broken along with their psychology!

Shinichi smiled confidently at the corner of his mouth, and his handsome face shone with the brilliance of justice. He turned around and grabbed the globe beside him, threw it into the air, and then touched the back of his feet.

Feeling the strong impact, the globe broke away from the frame and flew straight out like a football.

Aim at Mr. Sewa's face...

If it is hit, at least it will be a slight concussion...

But Shinichi understands that the so-called detective sometimes plays with psychology, and it can be judged from many details that Mr. Sewa's feet have recovered.

With the recovered situation, coupled with the psychology of avoiding danger, the murderer will definitely stand up and avoid the globe.