Justice partner Xia Youjun

The gloomy rental house was in a mess. Except for an expensive big bed, the room was full of sundries piled up everywhere, and there were even several days’ worth of takeaway boxes, faintly exuding the rotten smell of food.

After entering the house, Edogawa Conan was also stunned for a moment. He had only seen Miss Kotori who was called for questioning at the scene of the crime. This was the first time he visited Yuka Kotori's home.

Gojo Satoru and Conan sat on an empty floor that she swept aside with Kotori Yuka's gesture.

"He's dead?" Kotori Yuka calmly lit a cigarette and muttered indistinctly.

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and put his slender fingers close to the lit cigarette. The flickering sparks scorched his fair skin, but there were no traces of redness from the burn. He purposely kept this movement for a few seconds, and then lightly touched it with two fingers. With a light pinch, he extinguished the cigarette butt.The soot fluttered down the fingers, avoiding the clean fingers winkingly.Gojo Gojo smiled but said, "You can't smoke in front of elementary school students."

"Today is rather special." Gojo Satoru winked at his vacation-style floral shirt: "Actually, I am a very responsible teacher."

The visual effect successfully frightened the fearless bird Yuka. She took away the crushed cigarette stiffly, gave Edogawa Conan a hard look, and said helplessly, "What do you want to know?"

Gojo Satoru nodded satisfied with the woman in front of him: "You..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Gojo Satoru realized that he didn't know what to ask, and thousands of thoughts ran through his mind.Finally, he asked dryly: "Did you find someone to curse Jones?"

Compared with the original question, the qualifier of "cursed killing" was added.

The moment he saw Miss Kotori, Gojo Satoru knew that there was someone else who triggered the [Law of Karma], and she was just an ordinary person who didn't know magic.

Xiaoniao Yuka put the broken hair behind her ears, and said confidently: "Yes, I advise you not to waste your time in calling the police."

"Tell me, is he dead?" Kotori Yuka seemed to have regained her confidence and asked forcefully.

Gojo Satoru stood up without saying a word, his tall figure cast a shadow.Anyone can see that Kotori Yuka's ignorance made him feel bad.

"It's useless." Edogawa Conan said suddenly after being silent since he entered the door.His glasses reflected the light, and he grabbed Gojo Satoru's sleeve and shook his head with a look of understanding.

"She is planning to commit suicide and calling the police is not a threat to her."

Gojo Satoru's mood turned from cloudy to clear, and he looked at Edogawa Conan with great interest.

As an ordinary elementary school student who had nothing to do with the magic world, Edogawa Conan gave him too many surprises.

Edogawa Conan naturally began to reason: "If you don't wear earrings and other things, the ear holes will close quickly. You still have traces of wearing a watch on your hands. These sundries were probably stored in places of different value before. in the matching furniture for Fee's bed."

"I see. This is the principal she paid for hiring the Curse Master." Gojo Satoru nodded.

"More than that, ability like yours." Edogawa Conan cautiously hinted at Gojo Satoru's [teleportation], drew a figure standing on two feet with his hands, and quickly changed positions: "I'm afraid these things will change Sorry."

"Also," Edogawa Conan hesitated, but continued to reason: "The dismemberment case was discovered yesterday, but furniture and jewelry are not things that can be sold immediately."

"Miss Xiaoniao, you actually planned to replace Jones in jail, right?"

Kotori Yuka couldn't help but clenched her hands, and cast her unfocused eyes into the air: "...money. I spent all the money to kill him. He compensated me, everything."

"No wonder you keep asking about Jones' life and death." Wujo Wu shook his head with emotion, "I thought it was because I was too kind that you thought you were qualified to negotiate terms with me."

Edogawa Conan glanced at the crushed cigarette butt in embarrassment, and continued to explain:

"Mr. Gojo did not explain. Actually, Jones did not die after being arrested at the airport."

Seeing that Kotori Yuka did not respond, Conan pushed his glasses and emphasized: "He is still alive."

Alive.

Yuka Kotori seemed to be drained of strength in an instant. She took a deep look at Gojo Satoru, crawled at his feet, huddled into a ball with her teeth and claws open, and begged with sobs: "Please, save Jones. You also understand curses." Kill that kind of person, I will think of a way for as much money as I want!"

Humble and sincere, as if she didn't hire a curse master to kill Jones.

Gojo Satoru's body seemed to be frosted overnight, and he said coldly, "I refuse."

"You are the one who wants to kill him, and you are the one who wants to save him."

"You killed him with what Jones left you, what else can you use to save him now?"

What position does he have to save Jie?

Xiaoniao Yuka looked up at Gojo Satoru in a daze. The tall, white-haired young man was lonely, her blue eyes filled with the gloomy winter lake, reflecting her own figure.

"I love him—I!" Yuka Kotori explained incoherently.

"Ha. How capricious." Gojo Satoru snorted with a vague smile, "It's still my favorite answer."

"So, it's time to tell me, who told you to curse Jones?"

Xiaoniao Yuka was at a loss, and said guiltily: "No one, it was just me who was fascinated for a while..."

"Hush—" Gojo Satoru made a gesture to stop the curled up woman from talking to herself: "This is an illusion."

"People often think that they can choose their destiny. This is just arrogance that does not match their own abilities."

"For example, you are begging me." Wujo Satoru announced lightly: "I refuse—"

The little bird Yuka took a breath.

"Look, your fate is my choice."

"Choice is a privilege that belongs only to me." Gojo Satoru licked the corner of his mouth excitedly.

as the strongest privilege.

*[If it were you, would you be able to do it?Enlightenment. ] Shinjuku did not happen on the day of this world line, Jay once said so.

I can do it.Gojo Satoru was sure of this.However, what Jie really hopes to achieve is not killing, right?

The memory is interrupted here.

Xiaoniao Yuka was silent for a while, and said with difficulty: "I didn't want to say it in this tone, it's like shirking responsibility..."

"In the final analysis, the relationship between me and Jones is only money and flesh/body. With his character, if he fled to the Middle East penniless, he will definitely die. It's always going to die, so it's better to let me do it."

There was a flash of Jones introducing himself, blushing awkwardly.

The murderer of the dismemberment case really has that kind of soft character.Wujo Wu is thoughtful.

"As long as he can keep a little money for himself, and he is not so unreserved, I am willing to let him go and take the money to be free."

Little Bird Yuka suddenly shouted hysterically: "All the money! It's all! All! He obviously loves me, why did he abandon me?!"

Gojo Satoru ignored the madness in Kotori Yuka's words, and said straight to the point: "There's nothing else? You're more useless than I thought."

"There's no progress at all." Wujo Satoru sighed exaggeratedly.

"No, she has actually said it." Conan Edogawa's glasses reflected, and he smiled confidently: "I don't quite agree with your choice theory. The murderer and his accomplice—"

Edogawa Conan glanced at Kotori Yuka, and continued: "No matter whether they were instigated or for whatever reason, they are the ones who choose to commit crimes..."

Gojo Gojo interrupted Edogawa Conan in a dispirited manner, and said in a strange tone: "What kind of high-tech product is this, the truth can be seen through reflection?"

The reflective glasses were frightened by Gojo Satoru's complaint.

Edogawa Conan was ashamed. He didn't wear glasses when he was Kudo Shinichi. "Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era" has nothing to do with the reflection of glasses.

No, it should be said, how can someone be more interested in the detective's reflective glasses than the truth when solving a case?

This person was standing in front of Edogawa Conan with an innocent face.

Edogawa Conan shook his head with the qualities of a detective, forced himself to regain his senses, and turned the topic that Gojo Satoru had turned beyond recognition to normal: "Miss Xiaotiao, are you sure Jones didn't keep a penny privately?"

Kotori Yuka affirmed cautiously: "I didn't see the wrong person."

"I don't know much about the conjurer's market, and I won't show how Ms. Bird got in touch with the conjurer." Edogawa Conan speculated conservatively: "But the fake identity and going to the Middle East are not a small amount of money. There is also an invisible person involved."

"Jones, who is penniless, what price did he pay?" Edogawa Conan's glasses reflected the light, and the curtain of the reasoning show came to an end.

He is clearly heterosexual but mentions "same/□□ person".

All the feelings of disobedience are strung together into a string of beads, and the truth is ready to come out.

A little bit.

Gojo Satoru was irritated thinking about it, took away Edogawa Conan's glasses with one hand, raised his head slightly, the sunglasses slid down on his gently fluttering nose, his blue eyes like broken ice lakes lost their cover, and were immediately covered by the reflective glasses cover up.

Gojo Satoru tried to rub the detective buff of the reflective glasses: "I can see clearly by accident. Flat mirror?"

Edogawa Conan was caught off guard and his glasses were taken off, and Kudo Shinichi's miniature version of his true face was fully exposed.

But this person already knew his true identity.Edogawa Conan didn't get too entangled, and replied frankly: "It's a disguise, a disguise."

"Pretending?" Gojo Satoru blinked blankly: "Is this popular among ordinary elementary school students?"

Conan Edogawa, an ordinary elementary school student, came to his senses and said in surprise, "So you don't know anything!"

"Know what?" Gojo Satoru answered casually, fiddling with Edogawa Conan's glasses restlessly.

Conan Edogawa was hit hard and fell into deep self-doubt. Even the painting style became black and white, and he was frustrated and bent forward.

"What the hell am I worrying about—" It's just an ordinary citizen, Mr. Gojo!

Ordinary citizen Gojo Satoru played with his glasses unconsciously and touched the tracking switch.

The tiny electronic dots are spliced ​​together, and a very futuristic technological display screen is unfolded in front of Gojo Wu, and a light spot flickers on the screen.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously touched the flip phone in his pocket, his eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "It's amazing—it's like a spy movie!"

"What does this mean?" Gojo Satoru asked with sparkling eyes, pointing at the light spot on the glasses, and seemed to have forgotten about Yuka Kotori.

Edogawa Conan showed embarrassment, and explained: "Sorry, Mr. Gojo looked too suspicious at the airport, so I installed a transmitter on another gentleman."

The light spot is Jay!Gojo Satoru became as excited as STK, then suddenly fell into deep thought, and asked, "Hey, Conan-kun, how far is the tracking range of the glasses?"

Jie should be heading to the suburbs of Tokyo on Gaozhuan Road now, how could the signal be caught by Mihuacho's glasses?