[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

Zhu Xing sent Teng Jianzhi to the gate of Mumazhuang.

"I'm sorry, there are no more brown sugar glutinous rice cakes," she apologized, "I can't invite you in for a sit, I can only wrong you first."

In the thin night, his green eyes reflected the street lights, overflowing with crystal, he really looked like a wolf: "Good night."

"Good night."

Then trust Zhu Xingda, he is also a member of the organization.

...

"Xiaozhi, are you okay?" The landlady's wife, Sugiura Riho, asked a little worriedly, "What's the matter with you?"

Fujima Satoshi looked down at himself, only to realize that he had rolled on the ground several times just now, and got a lot of dust on it, and then spread his hands to take a look, tsk, it was really dirty.

She suddenly remembered that just now Zhu Xingda held her hand and walked all the way. His powerful palms were tightly clasped, as if they were tightly encircling when hugging, or tightly when protecting the back of her head. covered.

……

...So is it her dirty hands or Zhu Xingda's dirty hands?

All dirty, all dirty, each other.

"I fell down," she replied.

The landlady went back to her room and took out a package: "A young man named Amuro brought you a package this afternoon. He has light hair and a dark, caramel-colored complexion."

Fujima Satoshi took the package and touched the outer packaging with her hands. She felt that it was clothes. She raised her head and saw the landlady looking at her with a smile.

"Ah, thank you."

The landlady was still smiling: "Let me gossip a little... Is it your boyfriend?"

"no."

The landlady smiled knowingly: "I see—but he asked me a lot about you, the young man is very sweet."

Fujima thought for a while, and replied: "He is indeed very sweet."

Seniors are very sweet.

She didn't feel at all that these words gave the landlady's brain a lot of room for speculation, so she took the package and went back to the room.

Spreading out the draft paper, she went through what she experienced today, and she fell into deep thought.

For some reason, she felt the person stalking her and taking.gun.It wasn't the same wave of people who targeted her.

...No matter what, learning skills must be put on the agenda first.

In addition-

She opened the package, and there were indeed clothes inside, a large pile of neatly stacked new clothes.

Huh?Did you buy the clothes for her?

Fujima Chi was stunned.

There is also a note from Lu Chuanguang: [Because I know you don’t like the chemical smell of new clothes, I deliberately removed the tag and washed it. The laundry detergent has a rose fruity fragrance, so don’t worry about wearing it (smiling face) - Lu Chuan Light] She put her head down and smelled it, and it really smelled very light and pleasant.

...Ah, senpai is too sweet.

Tomo Fujima continued to be in a daze: "sweetsweetsweetsweet" kept swiping in her mind.

In the days to come, should she treat her senior like her son?

...That's the decision.

The next day, just after breakfast, she received a call from a stranger.

"Miss Fujima, this is the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Search Section [-]. May I ask if Mr. Morohoshi was with you last night?" It was a young male voice who sounded a little timid.

She stood up: "We were all together last night from 47:23 to [-]:[-]."

The young man muttered apologetically: "Ah, I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you the specific time period, last night from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-]... Since Ms. Fujima has already answered..."

It seems that he is a novice policeman who is not very familiar with the business.

Fujima Satoshi was a little worried about Zhu Xingda, and asked, "Did something happen to Zhu Xingda? I'm free now, so I can go there."

Was told to go directly to the Metropolitan Police Department.

It turned out that at 55:[-] last night, Zhu Xing reported to the police that a woman was arrested in an alley near his home.gun.Kill, the on-site investigation was completed last night. Early in the morning, the Metropolitan Police Department conducted another murder investigation. In order not to disturb the routine of ordinary citizens, they specially chose this time to call her.

When he arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, Tomo Fujima noticed Zhu Xingda at first sight. He was still wearing the clothes he wore last night. There were some scratches on the back of the jacket and on the shoulders and arms. His thick lower eyelashes and his eyes, which looked like natural eyeliner, were a little blue.

He glanced at her.

"In order to prove his innocence, Mr. Zhu Xing spent the night in the Metropolitan Police Department last night and did not contact anyone." The young policeman who called her explained to her seeing her staring at Zhu Xing.

Fujima Satoshi was taken to another separate room to take notes.

"May I ask why Ms. Fujima remembers that time so clearly?" a policeman asked.

She briefly recounted what happened at that time, and added: "At the time when I met Zhu Xingda, I happened to be looking at the mobile phone navigation, and I had an impression of the time. In addition, of course, I had to check the time when I got home."

"But isn't Ms. Fujima's memory a bit too precise?" the policeman asked, "Usually we will round up the time."

Tomo Fujima said without any humility, "Because I am a genius, a genius in the mathematics department."

Fujima Satoshi, graduated from the Department of Mathematics, University of Tokyo, this is her real name and real resume, she used this real identity to go undercover in the organization.

If it wasn't for that opportunity, she wouldn't have anything to do with the public security police, and she might have continued her studies a long time ago, becoming a figure locked in an ivory tower and written into academic history.

Another police officer who was taking notes interrupted the one who was chattering and asking: "The point seems to be that Ms. Fujima almost became another victim at that time?"

Satoshi Fujima shows off Gu on her phone.Song map "Timeline" to assist in proving your own testimony.

"There is no difference. The murder incident." The fat police officer Meguro made the final decision.

Another report call suddenly rang.

The informant was a middle school student.

Police officer Mumu immediately put down what he was doing, and called a few people from the forensics class to rush to the scene.

"You can lean on my shoulder and sleep for a while." Fujima Satoshi sat next to Zhu Xingda, seeing that he looked particularly lacking in energy due to lack of sleep, he suggested this to Zhu Xingda, and straightened his back while talking .

"I'm fine." Zhu Xing took a big look at her who was trying to straighten her back, showing a faint smile.

Fujima Tomo remembered something, she stretched out her hand: "Zhu Xingda, show me your hand."

He froze for a moment, and slowly withdrew his hand from his pocket.

She shook his hand, turned around, and looked at the back of his hand.

Sure enough, there were bloodstains on the back of his hand.

There were scratch marks on the back and shoulders of his jacket, which were rubbed against small stones on the ground when he rolled to the side of the road with her in his arms. In this case, there should be sharp gravels on the hands protecting her Scratch wound.

Her fingers froze on those faint bloodstains, she didn't move or speak.

Zhu Xingda turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on her hand touching the back of his hand, and there was unstoppable tremor in his eyes.

The temperature transmitted from her fingertips was like dense needles, and the slightly tingling numbness flowed from her fingertips straight to her heart.

The one who will grow into a formidable enemy—she.

Zhu Xingda suddenly withdrew his hand and turned his head slightly.

Fujima Tomoya put his hands in his pockets, stared at the glass in front of him, and said word by word, "I only owe you two lives."

There are only two.

Not much more.

After saying this, she took out a small package of cookies from her pocket, looked sideways at him, handed it over, and smiled: "Do you want to eat?"

Zhu Xingda glanced at the cookie from the corner of his eye.

White Lover Cookies.

His heart suddenly jumped, and then he couldn't control it, his pulse became faster and faster, he frowned, and his tone became very cold: "You should be hungry, save yourself to eat."

"Okay." Fujima Satoshi was not polite, retracted his hand and unwrapped the wrapping paper, and ate the little cookie with a smile.

Another reported victim was very similar to the victim of this case, a woman who died in .gun.Hit, same seed.bomb.Caliber, but the time of death was earlier, at the same time the night before.

After Officer Mu Mu led the team back from the scene, a little tail followed.

Kudo Shinichi, the first discoverer at the scene of the crime who claimed to be a student of Sherlock Holmes, danced his arms and legs, and sincerely exported his reasoning to Officer Megure.

"Kid, aren't you going to class today?"

Kudo Shinichi, 12 years old: "...today is Saturday."

"So what is the result of your reasoning?"

"Elaborately planned and intentional. Killing, the murderer should be in the circle with the dead!"

The young police officer Takagi said weakly: "But we still have two victims, both of whom have been judged as indiscriminate homicides against women. The case is over..."

"Huh?" Kudo Shinichi said with peasy eyes, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Takagi touched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly.

Also, no obligation to report to a middle school student, so no mention of...

Zhu Xingda, who had been sitting quietly on one side, suddenly said, "Do the pose you imitated just now and let me see."

Kudo Shin took a look at the man wearing a knitted hat who looked particularly fierce, and then at Satoshi Fujima next to him.

Fujima Zhi pointed to Zhu Xingda, and signaled to her little neighbor: "He is a good man."

Zhu Xing gave her a subtle look with his big eyes.

Kudo trusted Fujima Satoshi, so he performed the posture of imitating the deceased again: "She is in such a posture", using hands and feet to show: "Showing such an angle with the tree next to it", stretching his arms and continuing to show: "The branches above are crooked like this", stretching out one hand and embracing the other: "Looking at her like this, her hand is pointing like this".

The teenager danced with his hands and feet, as if he was dancing.

... No wonder someone who sold a dance school once said to Yusaku Kudo: Your son can dance very well.

"Deliberately. Murder." Zhu Xingda frowned and thought, "I agree with you, kid."

"But it is indeed the same murderer as yesterday's case."

"In order to cover up his deliberate murder, the murderer continued to select people the next day, creating the illusion of indiscriminate killing."

Deliberately.seek.Killing can quickly locate the circle of enemies of the deceased. No matter how skillful the criminal is, he can be quickly caught among several suspects, but indiscriminate killing is different. The scope of the murderer has expanded to those who lived in Mihua during this period. For every resident, finding the murderer is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, which is why most of the indiscriminate homicides in the history of the case can easily become unsolved cases.

Cooperating with the evidence from the forensic class, the police officer finally agreed with the reasoning of the two.

The prisoner is locked in the circle of enemies of the first deceased.

The suspicion of Zhu Xingda was cleared.

"Why are you still here?" Zhu Xingda saw Fujima Satoshi, who had gone out on the way, reappeared, a little surprised.

In fact, it was none of her business after finishing the transcript. He thought she had gone home when she went out just now.

"I'm waiting for you," Fujima Satoshi replied, "I'll take you home, you have a good rest, I'll bring you something to eat by the way, braised elbows are highly recommended."

Zhu Xing's head was a little blank, and he didn't know what to answer for a moment.

"And I just called Luchuan when I went out just now. He is so sweet and asked me if I have..." In order to prove that she had the idea of ​​"waiting for him" at the beginning instead of turning back halfway, she explained The reason why I left halfway just now.

"I'll go back myself."

Zhu Xingda interrupted her, without any expression on his face, he walked straight out of the police station with long legs.

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Xiuyi: You are not allowed to move your heart, jealous, you must eat it.