You tell me this is science?

The doctor was in charge of the hospital.

Rice Flower Hospital.

"I figured it out! I finally figured out who the murderer is!"

Conan, who had no idea what happened tonight, suddenly sat up from his dying bed and shouted ecstatically.

"Well, who is it, Shinichi?"

Dr. Agasa, who was accompanying him, couldn't help but yawned and asked with a hint of sleepiness.

"It's Teiji Moriya who invited me to the tea party last time!"

Conan lowered his head, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his glasses.

He finally figured it out, and he figured out everything.

"Professor Moritani? Why would he do such a thing?" Dr. Agasa showed a little surprise on his face, and asked in confusion.

"Although I didn't go there at that time, my mother described to me in detail when she came back that Moritani Teiji has an almost fanatical love for symmetrical aesthetics."

"Moreover, except for Moritani Teiji's own works, all the other works that were bombed these days are asymmetrical works without exception!"

"He tried to cover up his crimes in this way!"

Conan said firmly, pushing his glasses at the same time, with a smug look on his face.

Such a cruel criminal could not escape his eyes after all!

"This self-righteous guy actually dared to openly provoke him.

……

"What? Officer Megure, you said that Moritani Teiji is dead? "

Conan held the phone, his face full of disbelief, his eyes wide open.

"Yes, Kudo brother, when we received your call, we rushed to the scene as soon as we found that Moriya Teiji had committed suicide out of fear of crime."

Megure Jusan looked at Moriya Teiji sitting at the desk in front of him, thinking wildly, and said to the phone.

"Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Conan shouted excitedly.

He couldn't believe that Moriya Teiji, who had played him around and made him rack his brains to pursue, would commit suicide out of fear of crime.

There must be some other problems here, there must be!

Officer Megure, please check the scene carefully to make sure that Moriya Teiji was not murdered!" Conan said anxiously.

However, Megure Jusan seemed a little perfunctory to Conan's words: "Oh, okay, I know."

In fact, for the police, whether it was murder is not the most important thing.

In the past few days, the bombing maniac has been making bombings everywhere, causing panic in society. The police can no longer explain to their superiors and the public.

Now the top priority is to find the murderer as soon as possible and bring him to justice so as to give the public an explanation.

As for whether the murderer is dead or alive, it doesn't matter. What's important is that Moriya Teiji's suicide note clearly states his crime process and methods.

As long as there are no more bombings in the future, the police can determine that he committed suicide.

At the same time, on a high-rise building near Moriya Teiji's house, two men in black holding binoculars looked at the many police officers in Moriya Teiji's house with a cruel sneer.

"..."

Listening to the sound of the phone being hung up, Conan couldn't stop feeling depressed.

"Dr. Agasa, I want to go to Moriya Teiji's house in person!" Conan said, regardless of Dr. Agasa's obstruction, and was about to climb down from the bed.

The detective's intuition told Conan that there must be a bigger secret in this matter.

He could no longer suppress his desire to find the truth.

…

A long and peaceful night passed like this. Listening to the clear and melodious bird calls coming from the window, Hanyu Nan slowly opened his eyes from his sleep.

"Tsk~"

Hanyu Nan, lying on the bed, sighed slightly and stretched his body comfortably.

He turned his head and looked at Xiaolan, who was still immersed in her sleep with a happy smile on her face. A gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Xiaolan is indeed a girl who insists on practicing karate every day. Her physical fitness is really very good.

It was obviously the first time she experienced such a thing. According to common sense, she should be the weakest, but she was able to fight with him to the end.

Fortunately, he was better in the end. Xiaolan finally couldn't support her physical strength and chose to raise the flag to surrender.

Thinking of this, Hanyu Nan felt a little curious, and his hands began to curiously play with Xiaolan's smooth and delicate shoulders.

People say that old people are cunning and sly, but Xiaolan is not old at all. Why are her shoulders

Would it be so smooth?

"Hmm~ No more~"

Lan's body trembled slightly, trying to avoid Hanyu Nan's touch.

Her lips opened slightly, and she made a weak protest.

Obviously, Hanyu Nan's actions made her a little sensitive.

"Hehe, what do you mean no more?"

Hanyu Nan had a sly smile on his face, and his big hands kept drawing circles.

He knew that Xiaolan had woken up and was teasing her deliberately.

"Hate, Nan!"

As expected, feeling the increasingly naughty hand on her body, Xiaolan's long eyelashes trembled slightly for a few times, and finally she couldn't help but open her eyes and shouted coquettishly.

"Wake up." Hanyu Nan responded softly.

"Hmm!" Xiaolan rubbed against Hanyu Nan's arms again, with a look of satisfaction and happiness on her face.

She was finally with Nan forever.

The two continued to be affectionate in bed for a while, and then reluctantly got up and went to wash up.

"Master Hanyu, Xiaolan, you guys get up, breakfast will be ready soon."

As soon as they opened the door and walked out, Mingmei poked her head out of the kitchen and greeted them with a smile.

Xiaoai, on the other hand, sat quietly in the living room as usual, drinking tea and reading newspapers leisurely.

She looked up at the two with a cold face and continued to read her fashion magazine.

"Good morning! Sister Mingmei and Xiaoai~"

Xiaolan, who finally realized that there were other people in the villa, was so shy that she couldn't even raise her head.

Hanyu Nan noticed that Xiaoai and Mingmei both had dark circles under their eyes, and it seemed that they must have slept very late last night.

With a slight smile, he walked forward and cast a horse spell on each of the sisters under Xiaoai's cold and resentful gaze.

Today's breakfast seemed particularly rich. In addition to the necessary spiritual rice, Mingmei also carefully prepared a bunch of other delicious dishes.

"Xiaolan, come and try this bowl of chicken soup~"

Mingmei happily served a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup to Xiaolan, whose face was flushed.

Because of the horse spell cast by Hanyu Nan, Xiaolan, who should have experienced this kind of thing for the first time, behaved exactly as usual.

However, in Mingmei's opinion, the sense of ritual must not be lost.

"Thank you, sister Mingmei."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, Xiaolan, who was eating the spiritual rice porridge, timidly picked up the chicken soup and drank it.