Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Mitsuhiko expressed his opinion: "But, but, just as he said, his right hand in the photo was indeed pressed under the back of his head."

"I don't think there is any way he can write such neat words on his face."

"That's true." Conan turned in circles: "I haven't figured this out either."

"I'm sorry, kids." Wakasa smiled, "I caused you to be involved in this murder case."

"It's okay. It's not your fault, teacher." Mitsuhiko patted her back and comforted her.

Wakasa fell into deep self-blame: "But if I hadn't broken the screen, you wouldn't have encountered this case..."

Baijiu secretly complained: "It's not a big deal... Anyway, it's not the first time these kids have experienced a murder case..."

Conan quickly noticed the small receipt hidden under the cushion. He took it in his hand and observed it carefully: "It's a receipt from the convenience store. Is it from this morning?"

"By the way, Ms. Wakasa." Conan looked at her with an innocent expression: "You are late this morning, which is unusual. Why is that?"

"Well..." Wakasa looked at Conan with his hands in his pockets and quickly figured out the clue: "That's because when I was getting ready to go out this morning, I found that the refrigerator was empty."

Wakasa explained seriously, "I rushed to the convenience store to buy things because if I waited until after school, there would be basically nothing I could buy."

Conan and Wakasa looked at each other and said, "I see."

The white wine was in sight, and they smiled without saying a word. Is this the conversation between two people who are pretending to be pigs but want to eat the tiger?

Teacher Wakasa became cute and petite, her eyes curved into half-moon shapes, and she placed her fingers on her cheeks: "Don't tell other teachers about this."

"OK, all right!"

"Please help keep it a secret."

Outside the corridor, the hardworking Takagi walked around each household, asking questions and collecting information.

"Inspector Megure!" Takagi strode towards Megure.

"How's the situation, Takagi?"

"The woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses was indeed seen by other residents."

"That's it..."

Gao Mu turned the pages of the notebook: "After investigation, several residents saw the woman, and the elevator's surveillance camera also captured her."

"The footage shows her taking the elevator back and forth several times, but her face is blocked by her hat."

"I think so." Megure took a deep breath: "By the way, we found the murder weapon."

"According to the investigation, it was the No. 5 golf club in Mr. Xiao Yang's golf bag." Megure continued to recall the physical evidence just now: "Also, it was in the bag of the murdered Ms. Xiao Li."

"I found the Polaroid camera that took those two photos, and the pen that wrote the three words "I love you"."

Inspector Megure sighed helplessly: "But unfortunately, no fingerprints of the murderer were found on it."

"Is that so..." Gao Mu frowned, "It seems that what Mr. Xiao Yang said is indeed correct. This is most likely a crime committed by a crazy fan."

"Hmm." Megure held his chin and thought deeply: "Then let's search from this direction first."

"Oh, Gao Mu, go to Mr. Xiao Yang's agency now and check the fan letters they keep to see if there is any letter with the same handwriting as the three words "I love you" in the photo."

"Yes!!"

Baijiu took advantage of the blind spot of the door to listen to all the messages, put them into his brain, and then passed them on to Conan and Wakasa.

Mitsuhiko showed a bad expression: "From this point of view, the police really think that the woman we saw is the murderer."

Baijiu entered Wakasa's house, lay down on the sofa leisurely, turned on his mobile phone, watched short videos, and killed time.

Mitsuhiko confirmed with Conan again and again: "But, the murderer is that professional golfer, isn't that correct?"

"Yes." Conan walked around the room steadily.

"As soon as I saw him, I was sure he was the murderer because there were two suspicious points." Conan spread his fingers.

Baijiu looked at his low-battery phone, sighed helplessly, got up and walked to the next room to charge it. He knocked on the door politely.

"Can I come in? There are two pretty girls inside. I'm going to go in and get the charger."

"Just come in, Brother Yiyu!"

Baijiu held the door handle and pushed the door open, curious: "Habara-san, what are you doing? Are you learning to put on makeup at such a young age?"

"No, Ichiyu-nii." Ayumi explained for Huibara: "Ai is using her phone screen as a mirror, trying to write on her face."

Huiyuan kept trying, turning her wrist: "I tried to turn the screen over and write on my face, but it was really strange. I couldn't write well."

At the same time, Conan and Mitsuhiko also entered the house together.

They both leaned their heads forward at the same time, and suddenly, they burst into laughter at the same time, holding their stomachs.

Huihara's face was full of displeasure and she had a stern expression.

Ayumi couldn't help but complain, and pointed at Huiyuan's smooth and delicate face and said tactfully: "Ai, it looks like there's a piece of fish cake on your face."

"Fish cake?" Huihara's face turned red with shame and she pouted. She silently took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her face. Suddenly, she thought of something.

She held the pen tremblingly: "This... this is actually an oil-based pen!!"

Conan: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Mitsuhiko tried to suppress his laughter: "I say... Conan, please consider Haibara-san. It's a bit too much to laugh like this."

"But it's really funny." Conan held his stomach, adjusted his breathing, and almost laughed to death.

"Eh? It seems like Yuantai has fallen asleep due to exhaustion." Baijiu noticed something unusual and found Yuantai lying on the screen they had just finished painting.

"Ah???" Everyone was suddenly shocked.

"Hey!!! Yuanta!!" Ayumi pushed him: "Wake up!!"

"Hurry up, Yuantai!!! You slept on the tiger picture."

Seeing this, Baijiu immediately picked up Yuantai and moved him to the floor.

"Hahahahahaha!" The children laughed innocently again.

Yuan Tai yawned, opened his eyes sleepily, rubbed his eyes, and looked at them in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"

"Genta, you've turned into a tiger." Ayumi pointed at his right cheek.

"Your sweat dissolved the paint on the tiger picture, and the paint is all over your face."

Baijiu stood behind Conan at some point and said in a low voice, "Now you should understand how he wrote on his face."

"Kudo Shinichi, I haven't seen your reasoning for some time."