Let's make a debut! God judge [Comprehensive]

The place where Yamaguchi Natsumi fell from the building has a very obvious feature.

A pair of black pointed high-heeled shoes are neatly placed on the concrete floor.

The edge of the roof is very clean, without leaving any special traces, and there is even very little dust falling.Sakura Yuzuki subconsciously felt that something was wrong with that place, giving her a sense of disobedience.

"Shoes... are they placed like this?" Sakura Yuzuki murmured to himself, pursing her lips and lost in thought.

"It's really not right..."

"Generally speaking, if you want to commit suicide, the way to take off your shoes should be to push your feet lightly like this, and the shoes will fall off?" Sakura Yuzuki simulated that action, "This commuter shoe has no laces. So you don’t need to untie the laces and take them off, it’s very easy to take them off, it only takes a few seconds and it’s OK.”

The violation lies in the pair of black pointed commuter shoes.

"These shoes are placed too neatly, and they are neatly placed against the wall. Would a person who is about to commit suicide have such a leisurely attitude?" Edogawa Conan asked calmly.

People who are going to kill themselves don't go out of their way to do these little things.

The commuter shoes are easy to take off, you only need to use the heel to push lightly.The steps on the top of the building are not high, and it is a height that women can step on.

If this is the case—if you stand up the steps while taking off your shoes with your feet, then the shoes that have been taken off should appear crooked, not neat as they are now.

Edogawa Conan took out a clean white handkerchief from the pocket of his royal blue suit, and gently wiped the edge of the steps—there was very little dust, and the handkerchief was only stained with a little inconspicuous gray.

He walked a few steps, and wiped the steps on the other side with his fingertips, and his fingers were indeed covered with a thick layer of dust.

Edogawa Conan looked at the layer of dust on his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised an arc, revealing an expression that really did.

"It was homicide, not suicide, right?" Sakura Yuzuki was not some idiot with an intelligence of 5, and she could tell.

"Ah." Edogawa Conan responded in a low voice, "It was homicide disguised as suicide."—and the disguise was a little clumsy.

"I probably already know the modus operandi, Sister KIRA." Edogawa Conan realized that his series of behaviors just now seemed too mature, and he immediately pretended to be a complacent child, begging her for money. praise.

"...Well, Conan is great."

Sakura Yuzuki forced a laugh.

She couldn't help but start to reflect on herself: Why on earth did I come up with this brat?

She truly felt that her intelligence had been humiliated and belittled.

Sakura Yuzuki is not an idiot, on the contrary, she is born with a flexible mind and is quite smart-but of course she is no match for an unscientific elementary school student like Edogawa Conan who has cheats.

"There are sirens." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, who had been silent all the time, said suddenly.

"No?" Sakura Yuzuki and Edogawa Conan turned their heads to look at Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada at the same time. Neither of them heard the so-called siren, but the difference was that Sakura Yuzuki trusted his sword Fusangshin very much; Conan Edogawa was skeptical.

But after 1 minute, both of them heard the sharp siren clearly.

Hey, hey—is this kind of hearing really something that humans can have?Edogawa Conan was shocked.

—Of course it’s not something humans can have.After all, the sword Fusangshen is transformed from a sword, and his senses are much sharper than ordinary people. Isn't this a normal thing?Sakura Yuzuki speaks.

"The people from the Metropolitan Police Department have arrived, shall we go down first?" Although Sakura Yuzuki used a consulting tone, he had already walked towards the entrance of the rooftop without any hesitation with Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada.

"Um……?"

When she walked to the door linking to the rooftop, she noticed that there was a small trash can next to it. There was very little garbage in the trash can, only a coffee cup with some pure black liquid remaining and an empty bag for saccharin. in.

Edogawa Conan trotted a few steps and came over to take a look. After looking at it, he once again showed that confident expression that sees through everything - making Sakura Yuzuki feel that his IQ has been humiliated again.

"I always feel..." While walking into the elevator room and waiting for the elevator to slowly descend to the first floor, Sakura Yuzuki chatted casually with Edogawa Conan, "When Mr. Mori's family is around, I always feel special. Unfortunately, nothing good has happened."

"Ha, ha ha..." Edogawa Conan couldn't take it anymore, so he laughed awkwardly.

The first time we met was at a barbecue restaurant, and there was a murder case that time; this time, this time, it was in the Nikkei TV building, and a murder case happened again... Should she be thankful that the murder case happened now? Their program group?Otherwise, she won't be able to rest all day today.

The moment the elevator descended to the first entrance and the elevator door slowly opened, Sakura Yuzuki's cell phone rang.

Sakura Yuzuki took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID—Miyamoto Rie—she whispered, "Sorry, I'll answer the call."

She walked quickly to the side and connected.

"What happened to you?" Miyamoto Rie went straight in, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry, Miss Rie." There was still a slight smile in Sakura Yuzuki's voice, Miyamoto Rie felt a little relieved after hearing her voice.

"Has the matter been resolved?"

"No." Yuzuki Sakura looked out through the clear glass window. The yellow cordon of the Metropolitan Police Department has been pulled up, and Mori Kogoro has already settled into a sleeping posture. "But I think it will be resolved soon. of."

Looking at this posture, Mori Kogoro probably has to start reasoning, so this means that the case will be declared over in a few minutes and will be perfectly resolved.

"That's good." Miyamoto Rie breathed a long sigh of relief on the phone, God knows how panicked she was when she got the news just now that someone died at Nikai TV.

"Will the evening live broadcast still be recorded as usual?" She was a little uncertain and asked Miyamoto Rie one more question.

Miyamoto Rie gave her an affirmative answer: "Of course, I put your singing suit in the bag, have you brought it?"

"Bring it!" Sakuliang Yuzuki was a little bit dumbfounded, "I'm not a rookie who doesn't know anything."

"Okay, then I'll hang up." There was also a smile in Miyamoto Rie's voice.

"Goodbye, Miss Rie."

Sakura Yuzuki put away his phone and put it in his handbag, and walked from the small glass door on one side to the warning area where the police department drew a yellow line.

She passed the guard of the police by brushing her face, and directly arrived at the location where Kogoro Mori and the police department were located.

In addition to the few police officers and Mao Lilan she saw in the last case, there are also a few familiar faces.

She said familiar because she must have seen these people on the set, and said unfamiliar because she didn't know each other at all.And these people must be the people who the deceased Natsumi Yamaguchi had a fairly close relationship with during his lifetime.

Mori Kogoro lowered his head, propped his chin with his hands, and spoke in a low tone, but the content was extremely sharp.

"The murderer is you, Ms. Nana Kimura!"

The author has something to say:

Because every time I write is actually an update the day after tomorrow, so today I still write it in the manuscript box

I'll try my best, tomorrow I will update Star Girl's Honmaru daily www

It's not that I don't want to write about daily life, it's just that if I set Xingmei as a super popular idol, she will be super busy at work... I don't have time for Honmaru qw

There is an aunt's stage that the little angel wants to see. I have already written it after finishing this case later, but it is not yet time for an update x

For those who buy stocks, I first buy a share of A shares that have not yet been listed as a respect!Fist.jpg

Fanwai Honmaru Daily-[-]

08:30am.

Sakura Yuzuki is still nestled in the bedroom of the castle tower and doesn't want to get up.

The tiger who retreated from the five tigers did not know where it came from... The window was not closed tightly, and the little tiger clumsily pushed open the gap of the window, failed to stand firmly, rolled down from the window sill, and turned a few times on the wooden floor Somersault, stop on all fours on the bedside table.

The little tiger climbed up and hooked the bed sheet—several cuts—and climbed onto Sakura Yuzuki’s bed with difficulty.

The little tiger slumped one foot at a time, and rubbed against Sakura Yuzuki's neck.The girl stretched out her hand to pick it up, hugged the little tiger into her arms, and continued to sleep next to each other.

After Sakura Yuzuki ignored the waking up of the valet Tsurumaru Kuninaga, he chose the method of turning over the window, which would definitely be beaten into the room afterwards.

Crane's body is very light and nimble, and the castle tower is not very tall, so he climbed onto the window sill of the tower with ease - judging by this level of proficiency, at least it is not the first time Tsurumaru Kuninaga has done this kind of flipping over the window sill thing.

"Master—" Tsurumaru Kuninaga dragged out his voice, squatting halfway beside Sakura Yuzuki's bed, "It's time to get up!"

Sakura Yuzuki is basically immune to Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice.Tsurumaru Kuninaga's height was exactly at her level.The girl opened her sleepy eyes and looked at Tsurumaru Kuninaga dimly, only seeing clearly the young man's pair of glazed golden pupils.

The sunlight outside the window fell in, and he seemed to be shining.

"Ah... Tsurumaru...?" The girl's voice was sweet and soft, with a haze of not fully waking up.

"It's me." Tsurumaru Kununaga answered her in a rather cheerful tone.Then, not forgetting his nature, he lifted the quilt of Sakura Yuzuki.

Sakura Yuzuki only felt a chill on her skin, and the cold wind at the end of spring immediately broke through the warm barrier and stuck to her skin.

She opened her eyes to see the instigator—the blood-colored tengu mask Tsurumaru never knew where to put it on her face, with a ferocious and strange face, only a few centimeters away from her.

There is indeed a sense of magnified fear in this distance from the Tengu mask.

"—I think you want to enter the house again?"

The girl's gloomy voice sounded faintly.

In the next second, a wave of spiritual power suddenly burst out from the castle tower, Tsurumaru Kuninaga shot out from the window of the castle tower, and landed on the branch outside the wall of Honmaru, its posture was like a broken dog that had been brutally raped and played with. Ragdoll.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's wake-up call failed completely. Hasebe took the handle of a knife and stabbed the slandered Tsurumaru Kuninaga off the tree, and dragged the troublemaker Crane who was seriously injured by him into the room.

Finally, after changing the candlestick, Kiri Mitsutada pulled Sakura Yuzuki out of the quilt.

Sakura Yuzuki yawned and followed Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada down, her face full of grievances - she hadn't slept enough.

Candlestick Kirimitsu Tadaka reserved breakfast for her—in his opinion, it was impossible for Sakura Yuzuki to get up on time at eight—even though she repeatedly emphasized that she must be dug out of the quilt on time, but obviously , there is no knife in this pill that can do this.

Rantoshiro and Yakentoshiro sat waiting for her in the large room, and immediately smiled when they saw her: "My lord, are you awake?" The boy with long orange hair rubbed against her and sat next to her with Take out a magazine and put it in front of her.

Sakura Yuzuki glanced at it, "Isn't this the magazine cover that I took with Kise before? So it's already on sale."

She picked up a small bowl and took a sip of Zengtang, the fresh and sweet taste spread from the tip of her tongue, "Wow—Guangzhong's craftsmanship is really good!"

She uttered quite sincere, straightforward compliments.

"As long as you think it suits your appetite." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong smiled.

"Sign!" Ranto Shiro handed her the pen and looked at her happily.

Sakura Yuzuki was a little amused, "I am already your god judge, why do I need to sign?"

"That's different! Now I'm a fan!"

Having said that, Sakura Yuzuki still signed the To sign for Ranto Shiro, and drew a small heart for him at the end.

nine in the morning.

Sakura Yuzuki went to the forging room to do daily lessons, the link twice was a waste furnace, and the third time it jumped out was 04:59:59.

"I'm pretty lucky today..." Sakura Yuzuki looked at his fair palm in surprise.In fact, her luck has always been average, neither good nor bad.

Generally speaking, the three forging knives in the daily class will basically become a waste furnace-one Honmaru can only have the sword on the Ichishin sword tent, and the same sword will become a waste furnace during forging, brought back from the battlefield The sword cannot be seen, it can only be put into the warehouse to eat ashes.

When she came out of the forging room, she happened to meet Hasebe who was passing by.

The young man was holding a half-person-high cardboard box, covering most of his vision.

"What did you buy?" Sakura Yuzuki turned sideways to let him out of the aisle, so that he could walk over smoothly.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe inexplicably felt warm at the base of his ears, "...shampoo."

... This will take the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?

Sakura Yuzuki was shocked.

She went to the Ohiro room with Hasebe, and Hasebe's hands shaking when unpacking the package under her gaze.

Inside the carton are neatly sized and beautifully packaged shampoos, and each bottle is tied with a character card with a pink ribbon.The pink card is printed on her wearing a song suit.

The purpose of cutting Hasebe is only for these character cards. As for the shampoo—isn’t that a free gift of the card?

Ever since she knew her protagonist was an idol, Yakiri Hasebe would privately buy the products she endorsed.It was the same this time. In order to collect all sixteen character cards, he bought a whole box of shampoo of this brand.

If Hakata Toshiro were here, he would definitely sue Yakiri Hasebe for his prodigal behavior.

Sakura Yuzuki: "..."

She is not short of money, and she is also very generous in paying the pocket money for the swords of her own Honmaru. Every time she strikes a sword, she can save a lot of private houses. The amount of these private houses is probably enough to buy several pole guards for herself every time she shakes the sword. .

She hesitated to speak: "...Actually, I can give it to you, so you don't need to waste money to buy it."

"No, the meaning is different!" Yaki Hasebe rejected her righteously.

Fans spend money to support idols; of course, the meaning is completely different from idols giving themselves free.

"But you are also different to me." The girl stared seriously into his eyes, "You are a very important family."

Hasebe was in tears.

——How can there be such a good person as my lord! ! !

10:30am.

The swords that went out in the morning have returned to Honmaru, and the swords of Uchiban have also finished their work-Kuninaga Tsurumaru is still lying in his hands and entered the room. No one took them to fish today, and the work was completed very quickly.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada made exquisite snacks and brought them up. Honmaru sat around the square table in Oahiro and chatted with her.

It's rare that her school drama with a black history and old flavor is not replayed on TV today. It's a very common morning drama.

After this episode of the morning show aired, it was cut to commercial time.

It started with a sweet and light piano piece, accompanied by the scene of cherry blossoms falling, the pervasive fans faded like a tide, and a close-up of Sakura Yuzuki's face was shown on the screen.

"Ah, this is the commercial I filmed last time, so it aired today." After she realized it, she remembered the lipstick commercial.

Calculating the time, today is indeed the day when this TV commercial will go live.

Within a few seconds, all the swords and swords in the Daguang room were clamoring.

——Because they saw Yiqi's face in the advertisement.

All Swords: "?????"

How to fatten four?

Press cut Hasebe: I will never allow it!

California Qingguang: I will never allow it!

Candlestick cut Guangzhong: I will never allow it!

Even if you are seriously injured, you have to listen to Tsurumaru Kuninaga in the corner: Is there such an operation?

The author has something to say:

Shuzhuwan Hengci: To be honest, that box of shampoo is actually mine.

Come everyday!

The timeline is behind, now it's a side story

This daily follow-up to see when I have time to write x

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Sorry for a salted fish little angel QAQ I deleted it with trembling hands

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