Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

After Mori Kogoro pointed to Fu Zhenhong and said that he was the murderer, the air fell into an extremely strange dead silence for a moment.

Several teenagers with different hair colors looked at Fu Zhenhong one after another.

Fu Zhenhong didn't care about the gazes of these teenagers, he raised his eyebrows, his eyes paused for a moment on the sad and tearful girlfriend of the deceased, and then slowly turned to Kogoro Mouri who was pointing at him.

Fu Zhenhong neither refuted that she was not the murderer, nor confirmed Kogoro Mori's testimony, but asked casually, "How do you say it?"

He was somewhat interested in hearing the unreliable analysis of the dog-headed detective Mori Kogoro, and was also a little interested in what kind of terrifying reverse thinking it was to deduce that the murderer was him.

And Conan, who was originally covered in black lines because of Mori Kogoro's blind testimony, became a little nervous after hearing Fu Zhenhong speak.

The organization in black is no good. This person doesn't know what a low-key is at first glance. If Uncle Mao Li's blind reasoning angers the other party, it will inevitably not lead to any danger.

Although Conan now knows who the real murderer is, he has not found any definite evidence.

Mori Kogoro cleared his throat, and spoke out his reasoning in an inscrutable way: "The murder weapon that caused the death of the deceased was the long silver needle on the left temple, which killed him with one blow. From your confession description, I know that the murderer The time of committing the crime was no more than 30 seconds after the group of teenagers came in."

Speaking of this, Kogoro Mouri paused, and then opened his hands to measure the distance between Fu Zhenhong and the deceased: "The distance between the deceased's seat and yours is just right according to the propagation speed of the murder weapon in the air. It is in line with the most perfect time to commit the crime, and the most important point is that the left side of the deceased happens to be facing your front."

After Mori Kogoro finished his analysis, not only Conan, but even the boys like Akashi Seijuro were speechless for a moment.

This seemingly reasonable but coincidental inference full of personal subjective thoughts does not have any evidence at all.For a moment, they thought the famous detective was deliberately joking.

"Chizi, this uncle looks unreliable..."

After Atsushi Murasaki finished eating one delicious stick, he took out another one.

His voice was not loud, but it was still heard by everyone in the quiet coffee shop.

Shintaro Midorima nodded in agreement with Atsushi Murasakihara's words.

As Kogoro Mori's acquaintance and old partner, Police Officer Megure has been completely accustomed to Kogoro Mori's reverse reasoning. Before he sat on the stool and turned into a sleeping Kogoro with his head bowed and talking, the murderer he pointed out was can be ruled out first.

In other words, it means that the guest named Tomie Kawakami is no longer suspected.

Fu Zhenhong supported her head with one hand, and put the other hand on the complete suicide manual on the table, tapping her index finger casually on the cover with the title of the book.

He glanced at Conan who was in deep thought, and then at Haibara Ai who always happened to give Conan a hint at critical moments.Because of his presence, the latter was in a very tense state of vigilance, and it was obviously impossible for him to casually say some key information that made Conan Maosai suddenly understand as before.

The time spent in this coffee shop was almost over, and Fu Zhenhong didn't have the patience to stay any longer.

He looked at the deceased's girlfriend and met the woman's tearful face, Fu Zhenhong hooked the corners of her lips, and said with a bit of playfulness: "Ma'am, the brooch you are wearing is also silver. "

Fu Zhenhong's words instantly turned Conan's mind, and some neglected details were quickly connected by him. Just when he was hesitating whether to send an anesthetic injection to Mori Kogoro, Toru Amuro, who had never said a word, Point out the real murderer first.

The reasoning show that originally belonged to "Sleeping Kogoro" was finally spoken by Toru Amuro.

The murderer was the deceased's girlfriend, the first witness, a weak woman crying with pear blossoms and rain.

Fu Zhenhong was not interested in hearing the murderer's story about her relationship with the deceased, so he stood up and walked directly to the table where Conan was.

Conan unobtrusively stood in front of Hui Yuan Ai, looking at Fu Zhenhong who was getting closer and closer to him, he tried his best to control his emotions, making himself look like a pure and innocent elementary school student.

Although he didn't know why the guest suddenly walked towards him because of his good behavior, the only thing that made Conan feel lucky was that he didn't impulsively use an anesthetic injection on Mori Kogoro, otherwise The danger of a guest named Kawakami Tomie, his rash actions are very likely to arouse the suspicion of the other party.

After Fu Zhenhong walked in front of Conan, the Death Elementary School student was going to do something first to dispel the other party's doubts.

He raised his head, faced Fu Zhenhong's overly bright and powerful face, smiled at Fu Zhenhong very innocently, and said in a sweet voice, "Brother, you are so pretty."

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, just stared at Conan.

Fu Zhenhong was tall and tall, and he had no intention of squatting down to take care of the children thoughtfully. This also made the famous detective who became a primary school student stretch his neck and raise his head as high as possible.

"Really..." Fu Zhenhong moved her lips, looking down at Conan.His eyes are the purest black, like the sky under the boundless and deep night sky in midsummer night, with a kind of mysterious beauty, it seems that as long as he looks at these eyes for a long time, the whole person will be completely attracted and fall into each other in the rhythm.

From Conan's point of view, the tear mole under the corner of the other's eyes became more and more clear. Even Conan had to admit that this man was too beautiful, a beauty that surpassed gender.

There is an almost coquettish temperament.

If you look at each other for a long time, such an appearance will make people who are not determined completely lose themselves.

Even Conan's own emotions became complicated under the gaze of these eyes. In addition to nervousness and fear, there is also a sense of curiosity and secret excitement as if he is looking for secrets on the edge of darkness.

Thinking of the other identity behind this person, Conan's hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

The quieter the atmosphere, the easier it is to reveal clues.

Conan took a deep breath in his heart, and when he was about to say something more, Fu Zhenhong squatted down at this moment.

Conan's forced and calm appearance greatly pleased Fu Zhenhong, and he wanted to tease this famous detective who was not afraid of death in spite of himself.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Edogawa Conan flatly, raised her hand gently to smooth the slightly raised hair on Conan's forehead.

Fu Zhenhong's body temperature was low, and when her cool fingertips inadvertently touched the skin on Conan's forehead, the silky and delicate cold fingertips made the elementary school student's body tremble physiologically.

At this moment, Conan felt that it was not a finger that touched the skin that was already rubbed, but like a piece of young ancient jade soaked in a cold pool, or like a dangerous poisonous snake full of cold and blood.

Fu Zhenhong could feel Conan's extremely tense nerves at the moment. The corners of his lips curled up in a happy arc, and he put his lips close to Conan's ear maliciously. With a voice that only the two of them could hear, he slowly Huan said: "I have received your compliment for the time being."

The hot air that Fu Zhenhong sprayed while speaking hit Conan's ear, itching, a little moist and warm, this elementary school student who was the god of death wanted to think more, and heard the other party read him accurately in the next second. name---

"Shinichi Kudo"

The moment Fu Zhenhong said these four words, Conan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a huge sense of panic that his identity had been discovered shot up his whole body in an instant.Conan only felt as if his body was filled with cold lead, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand.

His whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his breathing became short and heavy.

how come!

How could this person, who was probably a senior member of the organization, know his identity!

Conan's always meticulous mind was completely disrupted like this.

He imagined many ways to hunt down members of the Black Organization, and he always believed that crimes would be punished by law.But he never thought that one day his true identity would be discovered face to face by the people in the black organization. It was so casual and understatement, as if it was just a casual statement.

Fu Zhenhong stood up and took the time to admire the terrified detective.

Fu Zhenhong's excellent appearance drew attention to his every move. When he was walking towards Edogawa Conan, Toru Amuro and those young boys focused their attention on him intentionally or unintentionally.

They didn't know what Fu Zhenhong said to the elementary school student wearing glasses, which would make the other party's face look pale and trembling the next second, as if seeing a vicious and vicious smile on his face. Devilish.

"Little Akashi, this person is so interesting." Kise Ryota remembered the guest's name, Kawakami Tomie, when the short-haired policewoman asked everyone's name.

"There are too many people who make Kise-kun find it interesting." Hei Zizhe complained expressionlessly.

"Ah, how can Xiao Heizi tear me down at this time." Kise Ryota complained, but there was an obvious smile in her tone.

Akashi Seijuro didn't speak, but just looked at the profile of Fu Zhenhong's profile, his eyes moved from the corner of Fu Zhenhong's smiling lips to the tear mole under the corner of his eye.

so similar……

Akashi Seijuro thought of the scroll that had been carefully preserved in his father's study.

The picture scroll was preserved from the Warring States period. In the picture is an extremely gorgeous man, wearing a fiery red dress, with long hair, as black as ink, almost falling to the ground.

Although Akashi Seijuro only glanced at it, he still remembered clearly the appearance of the person in the painting. It was a very charming and stunning color. What impressed Akashi Seijuro most was the one under the corner of the person's eye. tear mole.

At this moment, the man named Tomie Kawakami looks exactly like the man in red in the painting, the only difference is probably the length of his hair.

The blood relationship will make one person's appearance imagined by another person, but it is not common to have facial features that are completely the same without a trace of difference, and even twins will have subtle differences.What's more, the picture scroll appeared in the Warring States Period, which is too far away from now.

Legend has it that in the Warring States period, there was a demon catcher with powerful spiritual power. He was so beautiful that he was even more charming than monsters.

Monsters are good at bewitching people's hearts, and this monster catcher is good at bewitching monsters.

Those monsters who threatened to eat him were finally captured by this monster catcher. He willingly put away his vicious and sharp claws and became the most docile and harmless servant.

The man in red in the picture scroll is the demon catcher, so what kind of connection does Kawakami Tomie have with the person in the picture scroll?

Fu Zhenhong had noticed Akashi Seijuro's gaze a long time ago, but he didn't look at the red-haired boy with strange-colored pupils.

After admiring the pale face of the elementary school student, Fu Zhenhong finally let go of the nervous detective who was about to blow up. After paying at the counter, he turned and left the coffee shop.

The real murderer has been found, and the woman's identity is related to a mafia organization in a certain port, so more information needs to be further confirmed by the police.

Fu Zhenhong was stopped by someone within a few steps out of the coffee shop.

"please wait for a moment!"

The blond-haired boy chased him out, holding the book Fu Zhenhong put on the coffee shop table in his hand.

Fu Zhenhong turned her head, waiting for the handsome young man to speak.

Huang Lai Liangtai handed the book in his hand to Fu Zhenhong, and said with a smile: "You forgot to take your book."

Fu Zhenhong glanced at Ryota Huangse, and when the young man opened his mouth to laugh, he suddenly thought of Apollo for a moment.

But that Sun God is gentle from the inside out, while the young man in front of him, despite his sunny and handsome appearance and his enthusiasm, is actually a typical character of being hot on the outside and cold on the inside.

"This book is for you." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Huang Lailiang stared at Fu Zhenhong's back for a few seconds, then looked down at the book in his hand, the complete suicide manual, it's really a novel full of weirdness just by looking at the name.

Akashi Seijuro walked up to Kise Ryota, "Didn't he take it?"

"He gave me the book," Kise Ryota flaunted the book in his hand.

Qingfeng Dahui glanced at the title of the book, and said with disgust: "This book is completely inferior to my portrait of Xiao Mai."

Fu Zhenhong's residence was not too far from the Poirot Coffee Shop. He was walking alone on the road, thinking of the machine-typed black lettering on the top cover of the book he received, and the case of the coffee shop. A port organization behind the female murderer.

It seems that some people don't want him to live a peaceful life.

Fu Zhenhong smiled silently.

When he was almost two-thirds of the way, the sky suddenly began to rain finely.

Fu Zhenhong didn't want to take a taxi, so she bought an umbrella in a convenience store.

As soon as he left the convenience store, his cell phone rang. Fu Zhenhong answered the phone, and a very graceful and magnetic mature woman's voice came from the other end of the phone——

"Sir, do I need to find out who sent you that book?"

"No need." Fu Zhenhong replied, it's easy to guess who sent him the complete suicide manual, and the scope was only those two.

"I learned from the eyeliner I placed in Bourbon's place that a murder just happened in Bourbon's coffee shop. I hope those people didn't affect your gentleman's mood."

"You are a smart woman, do your job well, don't try to test me." Fu Zhenhong thought of the famous detective who was scared by him in the coffee shop, and also thought of the childhood sweetheart behind the famous detective, the corners of Fu Zhenhong's lips curled slightly He ticked off and said inexplicably: "I respect the beliefs of every member of the organization, no matter whether the beliefs are evil teachings or the angels of salvation."

After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

He looked up at the splash of raindrops on the ground, opened his umbrella and walked out.

When passing a corner, Fu Zhenhong saw a white puppy curled up in the corner.The puppy's back was seriously injured, and the spilled blood had solidified, as if it had been wandering for many days, its whole body was dirty, and its hair was wet with rain and blood, and it was sticky from poking and poking. Together.

Fu Zhenhong walked over.

Sensing Fu Zhenhong's approach, the dying little dog, who had been curled up on the ground, stood up vigilantly, bared its sharp fangs at Fu Zhenhong, and a sharp and menacing look burst out from its golden pupils. Light.

This white puppy was full of anger and guard. It tried to put on the best attack posture, staring at Fu Zhenhong closely, as if it would jump up and bite immediately if Fu Zhenhong touched it. Break Fu Zhenhong's throat.

But even if its guard posture is good, the wounds on its body and the continuous days of wandering have made it exhausted, and this state is just a kind of support.

Fu Zhenhong stared at the dirty white puppy for a few seconds, the disgust in her eyes was undisguised.

Thinking about the true identity of this puppy, Fu Zhenhong clicked his tongue, and after a moment of silence, he bent slightly and mercilessly twisted the back of the white puppy's neck with one hand.

She didn't speak softly and softly, nor did she try to make the other party relax her vigilance. Fu Zhenhong ignored the dog's angry struggle, and walked towards home without saying a word, holding the dog by the back of the neck. It's so neat that it's...even a little rough.