Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

The boy who was called Chi Zai by the purple-haired boy was wearing a casual plaid shirt, black trousers, and dazzling red hair. His appearance was very elegant, with a restrained and gentle temperament.

The few high school students who came in instantly made the coffee shop, which was still relatively quiet, lively. This lively does not refer to the noise made by the teenagers, but a kind of youthful and sunny popularity.

Under the reminder of the weak chicken system, Fu Zhenhong already knew the identities of these teenagers, but he did not raise his head to look at the group of teenagers who came in, but still kept his eyes on this weird complete suicide manual superior.

At this moment, a terrified scream suddenly sounded in the coffee shop, "Ah—"

Accompanied by the creaking and rubbing sound of the corner of the stool scratching the floor, the long-haired girl stood up from the seat abruptly with wide-eyed eyes, covered her face and looked at her boyfriend who suddenly fell on the table in disbelief.

Everyone was attracted by the sharp exclamation.

Sitting at this table is a young couple.

A few seconds ago, the couple were still talking intimately.

But now, the young man who was supposed to be sitting in front of the long-haired woman, his entire upper body fell on the table as if he had lost consciousness at this moment. A sharp and small silver needle was stuck in his temple, and blood was overflowing. After twitching his body a few times, he stopped moving.

Conan's eyes flashed, he jumped off his seat and was about to go over, but Amuro Toru ran to this table before him.

After quickly stretching out his hand to sniff the young man's breath, Toru Amuro frowned slightly, with a serious expression on his face: "Dead."

Those two simple words instantly plunged the air into a dead silence.

This sudden change was beyond everyone's expectation.

The waitress of the coffee shop, Azusa Enomoto, held the round tray tremblingly, watching in disbelief that a living person died in their coffee shop in full view.

The fatal wound of the deceased was the silver needle in the temple, and he was killed by one blow. This was obviously a premeditated murder, and everyone in the coffee shop was suspicious.

There is suspicion, which means that no one can leave the coffee shop until the police arrive and find out who the real murderer is.

"Ziyuan, in order to eat a limited-edition cake, we can't go out now." The dark-skinned high school student Aomine Daiki clicked his tongue, and then found a seat and sat down. He raised his hand to prop the chair, Lazily sighing: "It would be great if there is a photo of Xiao Mai."

"Idiot Ada, you are still thinking about those trash at this moment!" Although the pink-haired girl knew what kind of virtue her childhood sweetheart was, she still couldn't help but say something at this moment.

But fortunately, her great fear of witnessing death was eliminated a lot in this interruption with Aomine Daiki.

At this time, the purple-haired boy who started to speak tore open a delicious bar, and after he fed it into his mouth, he chewed and mumbled, "So you can't eat cake now?"

"Ziyuan, don't eat the crumbs of the snacks everywhere." The tall youth with emerald green hair frowned and said disapprovingly.

"Ah... Midorima, you are so annoying."

After hearing the words, Shintaro Midorima stopped talking to Atsushi Murasakihara.

"The fortune of Cancer today is only one star." He adjusted his unobtrusive black-rimmed glasses, glanced at the direction of the deceased, then looked down at the small ceramic frog in his hand, and said to himself: "Yes. A fortune that cannot be changed even by a lucky item..."

"I still really want to eat the limited edition cake, Chizai." Atsushi Ziyuan was unexpectedly obsessed with eating.

"Dun, bear with it for now." Akashi Seijuro glanced around, there are only two clerks in the coffee shop now, the blond-haired male clerk is observing the deceased, and the other female clerk looks terrified, apparently quite frightened .

His eyes lingered for a few seconds on a guest in the corner who was reading a book with his head down. Because of the angle, he couldn't see the guest's face clearly, but judging from his figure and demeanor, he should be an extremely good-looking man , and has a strong psychological quality.

After all, in such an environment, this man continued to read the book without being affected, which was a bit too calm.

"Yeah, is little Akashi looking at that person too?" Kise Ryota put a hand on Akashi Seijuro's shoulder, with a sunny smile on his face that was easy to make people feel good about.

He has short golden hair, a fair and handsome face, and a small delicate silver earring on his left ear. While talking to Akashi Seijuro, he looked in the direction of Fu Zhenhong.

In fact, when Kise Ryota first entered the coffee shop, he noticed the customer sitting alone in the corner at first sight, even though the other party was reading a book without even looking up.

Perhaps because he is a part-time model, Kise Ryota has a natural sensitivity to beautiful people or real objects.

Compared with this sudden murder case, Kise Ryota was more interested in this guest sitting in the corner, this person gave Kise Ryota a very contradictory sense.

Even though the other party was reading the book quietly, he didn't have a quiet and gentle temperament. Instead, between the refraction of bright and dark light, there was a sense of danger that was both good and evil.

[Xiaohong, Xiaohong, they are still looking at you! ]

[Um. ]

Fu Zhenhong closed the book lightly, he raised his head and looked in the direction where Kise Ryota and Akashi Seijuro were.

This time, Fu Zhenhong's face was completely exposed.

After seeing Fu Zhenhong's face clearly, the two teenagers were startled. A look of amazement suddenly appeared in the eyes of the former, while there was a deeper meaning in the eyes of the latter.

Fu Zhenhong caught a trace of obvious surprise from Akashi Seijuro's strange-colored pupils. Although this emotion was fleeting and was quickly covered up by the other party, Fu Zhenhong keenly tasted it. Unusual in a flash.

Why are you surprised?

That kind of surprised eyes that seem to see a static dead object suddenly appear in reality.

really interesting……

Fu Zhenhong was sure that this was the first time he met Akashi Seijuro.

There is also no possibility of a split body.

"Ah, why did he pay attention to you, Akashi first..." Kise Ryota blinked, showing a somewhat frustrated look.

Kise Ryota's voice was not too loud when he said this, but it was a little higher than before, so the other teenagers around him also heard it.

Now, the gazes of these people followed Huang Lai Ryota's gaze and fell on Fu Zhenhong.

On the contrary, the dead who deserved the most attention were completely ignored by these people.

In the face of a murder case, these teenagers showed extraordinary composure.

[Xiaohong, the teenagers don't respect the dead at all. ]

As soon as the voice of the weak chicken system fell into Fu Zhenhong's mind, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open from the outside.

A middle-aged man in his 40s came in, wearing a dark blue suit. It seemed that he had just drunk a lot of wine. His cheeks were obviously flushed, and his walk was not very steady.

If it wasn't for his frequent appearance in legal newspapers and the title of a famous detective, he might easily be misunderstood as an unreliable drunk.

The sleeping Kogoro, the legendary "famous detective".

The Maori Detective Agency is upstairs from this coffee shop, so it is reasonable to come so soon.

Not long after Mori Kogoro came in, the police car also stopped at the door of the coffee shop, and the chubby police officer Megure and a capable short-haired policewoman walked in together.

Mori Kogoro and Police Officer Megure are also old partners. While the former was carefully investigating the situation of the deceased, the latter began to ask the deceased's girlfriend about the incident.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Conan Edogawa who was thinking about something with his head down.

The special physique of this elementary school student of death seems to be unsolvable, and every time he appears on the scene, there must be a case...

The black tea on the table was already a bit cold. Fu Zhenhong held up the teacup and shook it gently. He lowered his eyes slightly, casually watching the light red tea water make small waves with his movements.

Fu Zhenhong was the last suspect to be questioned by Police Officer Mu Mu, and his answer was very simple, only a few short words: "I have been reading."

The short-haired policewoman recorded all the confessions in the notebook.

"I know who the murderer is!" Mori Kogoro clapped his hands excitedly, and after recovering from the brainstorm, a smile appeared on his face as if he had seen everything.

"Brother Maoli, the murderer has been identified so quickly?" Police officer Mumu looked happy, and hurried forward to ask: "Which one is the murderer here?"

Mori Kogoro pursed his lips and kept silent, as if pretending to be profound, until Police Officer Megure couldn't help but prepare to ask again, he put his right hand fist to his mouth and coughed weakly. Under the gaze of the crowd, who were either suspicious or surprised, or curious and surprised, they waved their hands and pointed directly at Fu Zhenhong who was sitting alone in the farthest corner.

"The murderer is you!"

Mori Kogoro's voice was full of spirit, thick and strong, and his tone was extremely confident and determined.