The head pillar also wants to be removed today

"I say, Mr. Detective."

Gojo Satoru patted Tanjiro on the shoulder, stepped forward a few steps, and stopped Tanjiro from continuing to speak.

"What evidence do you have to prove that the lady's death is related to us?"

Gojo Satoru shook his finger, "After all, we have never seen this young lady before."

"It's just a whim to eat in this store. How could there be any murder planned in advance?"

"Right, Tanjirou?"

Unknowingly, Tanjirou's gaze shifted to Kanroji Mitsuri's body again, he suddenly regained his senses, and nodded hastily.

"Yes. Gojo-sensei decided to come to this store because of me."

Although it seems a bit messed up.

"And—I decided that it was impossible to harm humans."

Tanjiro tilted his head slightly, even though the miserable woman was no longer on the ground, there was still a touch of sadness in the depths of those rose red ghost pupils.

Ok?

Standing aside to eavesdrop on the conversation of several people, Conan, who was looking for some clues, suddenly twitched his eyes and couldn't help frowning.

what is...

Won't harm humans?

Such a statement is like removing oneself from the identity of a human being.

"But you are the only ones who look suspicious."

Uncle Maori looked up and down suspiciously at the two people who were indeed dressed in a unique way.

If there is no problem, why wear it like this.

"So it's just cosplay."

Gojo Satoru pointed to himself, then pointed to Tanjiro's eyes, "Otherwise, do humans have such eyes and characteristics?"

Humans really don't.

But there will be ghosts.

"The boy over there can also prove it."

Gojo Satoru pointed to Conan, who was in deep thought, and blocked Tanjirou's more probing eyes without any trace.

The students are too sincere, so let him, the teacher, handle these situations.

"Ah, um!"

Conan, who was called by name suddenly, was interrupted from thinking, and he answered quickly after being dazed for two seconds.

Although he very much agreed with what Uncle Maori said, the two looked quite suspicious.

But Conan is also very sure and certain that these two people have nothing to do with this murder case.

"Uncle, I also don't think the two of them are suspected."

A drop of sweat slipped quietly from the back of Conan's head.

He really didn't expect that this uncle's ability to point fingers casually became more and more outrageous.

"The cause of Ms. Xiaolin's death was drug poisoning. These two gentlemen have never left their positions since we came in. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to have a chance to do it."

"That's it."

Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement.

"I originally planned to take my dear students to other places, so I don't know if I can get back to school in time."

"If you are detectives, can you solve this case as quickly as possible?"

Gojo Satoru looked down at the boy wearing glasses.

Obviously those eyes should be tightly covered by the blindfold, but Conan couldn't help swallowing, always feeling that the other party's gaze fell on him heavily as if with scrutiny.

"My student's health is not very good. After staying in such a scene for a long time, I worry that he will feel very uncomfortable."

"Besides, if it is resolved earlier, it can be regarded as allowing the dead to rest in peace."

"Teacher Wutiao?"

Tanjiro raised his head, and the flower earrings lightly rubbed against his shoulders.

"Are you unhappy?"

"Sure enough, Tanjirou found out."

Gojo Satoru suddenly stretched out his hand and twisted the evil ghost's overly sensitive nose, "It's great to have a keen sense of smell, to some extent I can read minds."

He didn't deny Tanjiro's words, he straddled his long legs and found a stool and sat down, resting his hands on the back of the chair, tilting his head and looking at Tanjirou.

"My sense of smell is nothing." Tanjiro shook his head.

He pointed to his ear, and he didn't know what he thought of, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was bright and soft.

"I have a companion whose hearing is really good. Not only can he hear the difference between a human being and a ghost, but he can even use this to tell whether a person is lying."

"Ah, Inosuke is also very good! I can find the location of the ghost through the sense of touch!"

The ghost boy seemed to be stuck in the memories of the past, his eyes were bright, and he talked a lot with the magician in front of him excitedly.

Gojo Satoru was also happy to listen to Tanjirou rambling about his days in the Demon Slayer Squad, he held his head and didn't make a sound to interrupt.

"Although there may be no chance, I really want to know how everyone is living now."

"Has Nezuko turned back into a human being? Is Master Ryodaki alright in Sagiri Mountain alone? Zenitsu and the others..."

"Ah, sorry." After talking a lot, Tanjiro realized that he seemed to be talking to himself for a long time.

"I said so much without realizing it."

"It's okay, it's okay." The strongest conjurer waved his hand, not caring at all.

"I'm also curious about Tanjiro's past."

"By the way, would Tanjirou feel uncomfortable in a place with a lot of smells?"

Gojo Satoru pointed to his nose, "After all, you have a very keen sense of smell?"

"Are you okay?" The evil ghost scratched his head, not understanding why Gojo Satoru suddenly asked.

"I didn't feel this way when I was a human being."

--what about now?

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, but finally swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Even if it is uncomfortable, with this child's character, he will never say it.

"Huh? It seems that the murderer has been found over there?"

Gojo Satoru motioned Tanjiro to turn his head, and the detectives on the other side seemed to have found the truth.

"Tanjirou." The white-haired magician asked suddenly.

"Did you know that human jealousy is actually a pretty scary emotion?"

"Wait, what are you talking about?!"

Haneda shouted anxiously.

"How could Saya be the murderer who killed Quanzi!"

"Saya and Izumi have such a good relationship!"

"And you don't have any evidence to say that Saya did it?!"

Nao Haneda anxiously took Sato Saya's hand, "Saya, you also have to say something."

However, Sato Saya just clenched his fists, bowed his head and said nothing.

"Then how did Shaye put the poison into the spring drink?"

Haneda pointed to the cold drinks on the table that had completely dissipated, "These drinks were all opened in front of us."

"It's a utility knife."

Conan pointed to Sato Saya's bag.

"If I remember correctly, Ms. Xiaolin used a utility knife to cut open the seal of the milk tea before inserting the straw."

"That utility knife belongs to Ms. Sato, right?"

Conan bought a well-packaged milk tea drink from nowhere, and demonstrated it while talking.

"Then—if you apply the poison on the blade, you will inevitably touch the milk tea inside when you cut the opening, and the poison will naturally enter the drink."

"I heard from Ms. Zi that Ms. Xiaolin originally wanted to order drinks directly, but she gave up on this idea because Ms. Sato said to buy milk tea."

He raised his head, and asked Enomoto Azusa in a crisp voice, "Is that so, Miss Azusa?"

"Well, that's right..."

"As a child, you are naturally very clear about Ms. Kobayashi's habits and tastes." Toru Amuro continued.

"So it wouldn't be so strange for Ms. Xiao Lin to hand over the utility knife in time when opening the milk tea."

"However, such an obvious method has not been figured out until now, and it is indeed our negligence."

Amuro shrugged.

After all, few of them detectives drink milk tea, and they put the direction on the straw at the beginning.

"As for the evidence..." Toru Amuro rested his chin and thought for a while, "If I remember correctly, it seems that Ms. Sato hasn't been to the toilet since entering the store."

"Then check if there is any poison left on the utility knife in your bag, and you should be sure."

"Saya...?"

Kanroji Mitsuri covered her mouth tightly, looking at Saya Sato in disbelief.

"There's no need to be so troublesome."

Sato Saya suddenly spoke.

She opened the bag calmly, and took out the small utility knife in the interlayer.

"What Izumi hates most every time is piercing milk tea, so I often bring a utility knife because she will borrow it from me immediately in this case."

"As for motive?"

Sato Saya suddenly smiled.

"Teacher Wutiao!"

Tanjiro opened his eyes wide for a moment, staring intently at Sato Saya's shoulder,

If Gojo Satoru hadn't held him down in time, Tanjiro would have rushed up just now.

The curse that has been entrenched on her shoulders has almost taken shape.At this moment, she was lying next to Sato Saya's ear, and the treacherous and cold voice went straight to her brain.

'Quick...kill...'

'Hate……'

However, this is only a scene that appears in the eyes of a conjurer.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Saya Sato just suddenly pushed out the blade with a strange smile, and the sharp blade touched her delicate neck without hesitation.

"Because I really hate Izumi very much."

"Quanzi is better than me in everything, whether it's character, grades, interests, or anything else, she'll overwhelm me."

"Every time, it is Quanzi who gets No.1 and praise, and everyone I know is saying how good Quanzi is."

Sato Saya almost gritted her teeth and continued.

"Obviously I have worked very hard, but as long as Izumi is here, I can only be second!"

"Quanzi, she wants to steal everything from me!"

It's jealousy.

Jealous of Quanzi, who is more brilliant in all aspects, resenting why she can only hide in the shadow of Quanzi, and can't get rid of the influence of that person on her no matter what.

"Elementary school, junior high school, high school, university, everyone sees only Quanzi."

She looked around for a while and looked at her friend speechlessly, "You all made friends with me because of Quanzi."

"Izumi had already agreed that she would not participate in that event in the university! That award should have belonged to me!"

"She was the one who turned back first."

The more Sato Saya said, the more excited she became, and the curse on her shoulder became more ferocious.

"At first, I thought that after graduating from university, if I chose a company completely different from Quanzi's, I would be able to let go of Quanzi's shadow, and I would never be overwhelmed by her everywhere again!"

"But why, why did Quanzi come to my company again, and put me under her shadow?!"

Then, that voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of her heart, and gradually occupied her mind.

"As long as Quanzi is dead, she no longer needs to live in Quanzi's shadow."

Curses induced in her ears.

"Now, I can finally get rid of Quanzi."