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Tsujino Rutsuru's hand froze just as he took out his wallet.

no?again?This is the first time she has encountered a murder case?

The waiter was a young man in his early twenties, and the fear of facing the dead body made him motionless, not to mention the strange death of the lady in the red dress - her eyes were wide open and full of horror, but the curvature of her mouth was like a sweet smile, with diametrically opposite expressions mixed together Zhang face, looks like a horror movie.

"Don't touch her!"

Just when the waiter was daring to probe the lady in the red dress, a serious boyish voice stopped him, and it was a boy in a white shirt and red tie who ran out to check after hearing the scream.

Tsujino Rutsuru: "..."

Another acquaintance.

Putting his hand on the neck of the lady in the red dress, a few tens of seconds later, the boy in the red tie raised his hand and shook his head.

"Sadly, the lady has passed away."

There were several voices of gasping for air, screaming, and sobbing in fright in the restaurant belatedly.

Several customers picked up their bags and wanted to leave the restaurant, but were stopped by the boy with the red tie.

People who can come to this restaurant to spend money usually live a comfortable life, not short of money and status. At this time, the action was blocked, and someone immediately scolded dissatisfiedly: "What do you want to do? You are not a policeman!"

The boy with the red tie opened his mouth to say something, and a surprised female voice interjected in the middle: "Hey, isn't this the famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi who helped the police solve hundreds of murders?"

Some time ago, the high school student detective Kudo Shinichi quickly cracked the murder case of Komoto Yasuki, and made a lot of limelight in the newspapers. Therefore, when he heard that the boy with the red tie was Kudo Shinichi, the tension in the restaurant suddenly relaxed.

Kudo Shinichi cast his gaze not far away, and a young woman who looked familiar but also unfamiliar waved to him.

Writer Daye than Naotsuru?

She also eats here?

He had recommended her novel to Yuanzi just now, and it was a coincidence that he met a real person immediately. Unfortunately, a murder case happened now, which cast a shadow over what should have been a pleasant encounter.

Various thoughts flashed through the mind of the high-intelligence detective, and Kudo Shinichi walked in the direction of Tsujino Rutsuru.

Among the crowd, a blond businessman who had just entered the door pushed his goggles and sighed silently.

Jiayu, a talented high school student and famous detective, and the police rushed to the scene and sealed off the scene, making some guests who were self-confident celebrities embarrassed and had to cooperate with the questioning.

"Miss Tsujino."

"Kudo-kun."

The two simply greeted each other. "Miss Tsujino, Mr. Mori, have you found anything?" Kudo Shinichi asked.

Tsujino Ruzuru's table is not far from the lady in the red dress, so you may be able to see the violations before the crime.

Mori Ogai pondered for a while, then suddenly asked: "What was the cause of that lady's death? Poisoning or brain impact?"

"That's the strange thing about this case." Kudo Shinichi frowned, "She was neither poisoned nor died of a serious brain injury."

"She was tortured to death with a rusty hat nail driven alive into her temple."

This answer is really unexpected.

Tsujino Rutsuru, Mori Ogai, Mori Ran and Suzuki Sonoko were all taken aback.

"Ah." Kudo Shinichi patted his head, remembering that incident, and made introductions for both parties.

"This is Mao Lilan, my high school classmate and my childhood sweetheart."

"This is Suzuki Sonoko, my childhood friend and high school classmate."

Tsujino Rutsuru knew it well, he liked girls with long black hair and girls liked him too.Adolescent girls are delicate in mind, aware of the subtleties of the introduction, and blushed quietly.

Sonoko Suzuki, who combed her forehead with a headband, squinted at the two of them unbearably.

"Cough," Kudo Shinichi, who had been overwhelmed by his small thoughts, tried to get back to the point, and said to Suzuki Sonoko, "Sonoko, this is the writer Tayo Hizhizuru, the author of "Daishho Odd Records."

Hearing her pseudonym, Suzuki Sonoko turned her head in surprise, rushed forward, took Tsujino Rutsuru's hand and shook it violently.

"So you are Teacher Taye Bizhihe!"

Mao Lilan hurriedly pulled her away and reminded her friend in a low voice: "Yuanzi! Be gentle, this is too rude."

The girl with a good personality apologized to Tsujino Rutsuru instead of her friend, and explained why she was so excited.

"It's like this—"

There is an old man in the Suzuki family who has lived to be [-] years old. According to the seniority, Suzuki Sonoko should call her Tai/Grandmother/Grandma, which is her grandfather's grandmother.The old man sent away her husband, son, and grandson. When the great-grandson was old enough to take over the group (that is, the generation of Suzuki Sonoko’s parents and uncle), he returned to his mother’s house to live with his elder brother and sister.

Yesterday was Saturday, a family junior who was in junior high school was sent by his parents to accompany the elderly, and a copy of "Da Zheng Yi Wen Lu" was left in his schoolbag. The old man picked it up and turned a few pages, and excitedly shared it with his younger sisters.

After reading it, the three old people all said that they would meet the author once, and they wished they could meet in person.Transportation from the countryside of Tokyo to downtown Yokohama is no small matter for centenarians.

Fearing that the old man would make trouble, Suzuki Sonoko's uncle waved his hand when he heard the request from his great-grandmother, saying that the old man stayed at home, and they went to ask Daye Bizhihe to come to the house, wouldn't it be enough?

In the end, it was not enough to simply invite people to the door, and the old people insisted on holding a banquet.

When she arrived at Sonoko, the fifth generation, she received the news that there will be a writer's banquet at home recently. If you know the writer Daye Bizhizuru or meet someone related to her, you must invite her to the banquet.

Tsujino Ruzuru is a little happy. Her novel has actually attracted three super-old readers, which is also a kind of recognition for her.

This kind of experience was the first one, so she readily agreed, saying that she would definitely come, and then wrote the address to Suzuki Sonoko, and an official invitation letter would be delivered to her door in two days.

After talking about the gossip, the topic returned to the case.

"Rusty hat nails coming out of nowhere?"

The two high school girls who were relatively timid held each other's hands tightly, looked at each other and tremblingly said: "Could it be a supernatural event?"

Kudo Shinichi said helplessly: "How is it possible, Lan, Sonoko, you have to believe in science. There are no ghosts or ghosts in the world."

As soon as these words came out, the ghost swordsman and the supernatural doctor who had encountered the elevator curse spirit looked at each other delicately, and they both saw smiles in each other's eyes.

Before Shinichi Kudo noticed, Tsujino Rutsuru asked, "Are you sure?"

The lady in the red dress did wear an elegant hat with feathers on the brim. It was exquisite and small, made of velvet, and it was expensive just by looking at it.But an expensive hat would only be fitted with a body-concealed pin, not the metal studs used in architecture and decoration.

This does not conform to her identity, nor does it conform to logical common sense.

Kudo Shinichi nodded solemnly: "That's right, no one knows where the rusty hat nails came from."

They were in a high-end western restaurant, with an average of [-] yen per person, which was a bit extravagant, but it was not uncommon to spend more than [-] yuan for a meal. Given the size of a hat nail, it was impossible for the cleaning staff to let it go.

This is doubt one.

The second doubt is the manner of the lady's death.

The lady in the red dress is 1.6 meters three. If she falls from this height, her head may hit the floor directly, which may cause a concussion, and the weaker ones may die directly.But the gravitational acceleration at this height is not great. Even if the cap nail pierces the temple, the weakest part of the skull plate, the cap nail should expose a section of metal instead of sinking the whole root.

It looked as if someone had hammered the tail of the cap nail with a hammer and embedded it alive.

This murder case is full of weirdness, but there are so few clues.

After Kudo Shinichi finished talking to them, he searched for clues with a serious face. No matter how difficult the case was, this upright young man would never give up.

He wanted to find the real culprit for the victim and bring him to justice.

Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko, who stayed where they were, looked at each other and discussed in a low voice to sit in the corner and wait for him. As a child, they got used to it.

Tsujino Rutsuru was thoughtful, and under the cover of Mori Ogai, he carefully looked at their eyebrows for a while, then swept his entire face, and finally stood up in peace.

Being used as a cover by her, Mori Ogai was not angry, he lowered his head with a smile and asked her, "What are you looking at, Tsujino-kun? Is there something wrong with them?"

It happened that they were standing close to each other, and Tsujino Liuhe tilted his head to cover his mouth: "I was just checking to see if their lives are hard."

Mori Ogai's smile faltered when he asked the question, and he subconsciously said, "What?" He thought he heard it wrong.

Tsujino Rutsuru had no choice but to say it again, because the topic she said was very offensive, she still spoke in a very low voice, if it weren't for Mori Ogai's special hearing ability, it would be difficult to hear what she said.

Confirming that he did not misunderstand the meaning, Mori Ogai had a strange expression: "Tsujino-kun is very interested in divination?"

Why is she still a little superstitious at such a young age?

This is said in a tactful way, Tsujino Ruzuru knows that most people don't believe this, especially an intellectual like him who believes in science rather than occultism, so he doesn't force it, and turns his head as if nothing had happened.

Mori Ogai thought she was angry, and hurried to remedy it: "Why do you say that?"

"That Kudo-kun," Tsujino Rutsuru pointed to the busy figure in the red tie at the scene of the crime, "I often encounter cases, the detective's curiosity and the constitution that is prone to accidents will never be less dangerous." .Whether you can successfully survive the danger, and live longer, sometimes depends on luck."

Superstitiously speaking, life is hard.

Thinking of a certain student Mori Ogai: "..."

She pointed to Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko again: "The cases that are solved, the conspiracies that are revealed, the detective and the people around the detective will inevitably be targeted by the bad guys. The detective's life is hard and accidents are not easy, but the people around him may not be."

Fortunately, the two girls have the same fate, and they can turn danger into good luck, otherwise she...

Otherwise, what is she doing?

Tsujino Ruhe tapped his head and muttered, "What's going on, a strange picture suddenly flashed in my mind."

"I didn't expect Tsujino-kun to do divination," Mori Ogai joined in, pointing to himself expectantly, "What about me? Can you see something?"

"..."

After all, he is a handsome uncle, so don't open your eyes and look at her with sparkles.

"Uncle," Tsujino Rutsuru took a step back, restraining his disgust, "I have only learned a little bit of facial recognition skills, I am not a professional, and I don't know how to judge people randomly."

Maybe it's because of the Ice God in her body, after she had taught some little knowledge about face-to-face from the elder brother Xingshoulang of Purgatory, her eyes seemed to be enlightened. If she concentrated on observing people, she could occasionally see the fate of the observed object. .However, she really has no talent in divination, at most, she can enhance the intuition brought by the first impression when interacting with people.

Can you see that fate belongs to the category of metaphysics, the stronger the person, the less likely she will be able to see fate clearly.

Because the skill level is too novice, she often can't remember to use it.

At Mori Ogai's insistence, she looked back at his face, and after a while, she scratched her head.

"Ah, it's strange, I can't see your face at all."

Is he very strong?

But as a doctor, he doesn't seem to be as good as President Fukuzawa in physical skills...

Inaoki's thumb-sized elf lay on her ear, sensing her doubts, and circled Mori Ogai with transparent wings.

Soon, under the expectant eyes of two people, one big and one small, they flew to Tsujino Rutsuru's shoulders, lay still on their stomachs, and remained silent for a long time.

"How is it, Inaoki? Do you feel anything?"

Hearing Ruuki's expectant voice, Inaoki flew up staggeringly and landed in her open palm, with the fingers holding her face down, she opened her mouth and made a strange sound as if being pinched to the throat.

"vomit--"

"..."

"..."