After the failure of the strongest unrequited love, I decided to cut the love and testify

Edogawa Conan was concentrating on the death of the corpse, when he heard someone calling his name, he raised his head in response and looked to the side, just in time to meet Rin Kawatari who was sitting next to him.

He was stunned for a while, he didn't expect to meet the other party again today, "Brother Shendu?"

On the side, Kogoro Mori also turned his head, looked at Conan curiously, then glanced at Du Rin and his party, "Hey, brat, is this your acquaintance?"

Conan hesitated for a moment, and was about to nod his head to admit it, but there was a clear female voice behind him, complaining anxiously and helplessly: "Really, Conan! I've been looking for you for a long time, but you secretly talked to Dad again—huh? Jun?"

Shen Dulin looked up at the surprised Mao Lilan, smiled and nodded, "Miss Mao Li, what a coincidence."

He had just greeted the other party briefly, and was about to stand up, but someone grabbed his wrist.

Shendu Rin subconsciously turned her head back, and saw Gojo Satoru's face was full of displeasure, pinched the knuckles on his wrist bone, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who are they?"

"I met a pair of sisters and brothers when I was on a mission yesterday," Kandu Rin lowered his voice and confessed honestly, "They are friends with the little girl who was almost attacked by a curse."

"Oh alright."

Gojo Satoru's frowning brows were stretched again, and the strength in his hands was slightly loosened, but he didn't completely let go of Kanto Rin's wrist.His fingertips shifted unintentionally, gently rubbed against the protruding bone, and said slowly: "Xiao Lin, please don't secretly meet new friends outside behind my back—I'll be jealous. "

"..." Jia Ruozi sat across the table, looking at Wujo Gojo's skillful acting like a baby, she wished she could cover her eyes with a napkin.

Damn, it's too spicy, I must take eye drops when I go back.

On the contrary, Shendu Rin has a strong psychological quality, and seems to have gotten used to the senior's inconspicuousness. After nodding calmly and perfunctorily, he stood up, waved to Conan and Mao Lilan, and introduced to them: "These two are My seniors, Mr. Gojo and Ms. Iirui. I just happened to have dinner with them today, and I didn’t expect to meet the three of you.”

Hearing his use of honorifics, Mao Lilan and Conan's attitudes were also very solemn, and they nodded to Gojo Satoru and Jiarui Niuzi who got up after him, and also reported their families.

"It's the first time we met, I'm Mori Ran. This is Edogawa Conan, a child who lives in my house; this is my father, Mori Kogoro."

"Oh! That sleeping detective!"

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, and said with great interest, "I read Mr. Mori's report in the newspaper, but I didn't expect to see a real person."

Hearing this, Shendu Rin suddenly looked back at him in surprise, with puzzled eyes: Senior also knows?

Gojo Gojo shook the mobile phone in his hand, indicating that he usually surfs the Internet a lot.

Although there is a gap between the magic world and ordinary people, this detective has been in the limelight recently, and he has naturally heard of the other party's reputation.

Probably indeed used to being a celebrity, Mori Kogoro obviously enjoyed the feeling of being recognized at any time, waved his hands pretending to be reserved, coughed lightly and said: "It's just too much in the newspapers, don't worry about it, hahahaha!"

And in a corner where no one was paying attention, Edogawa Conan quietly rolled his eyes.

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, everyone turned their attention back to the corpse on the ground.

The fat middle-aged man was lying on his stomach, the seat overturned beside him, and there were traces of red wine spilled and glass shards in his hand.The expression on his face was distorted in pain, his eyes were wide open, as if he had suffered a great torture before his death, and his appearance was horrifying.

"Uncle, there's blood around his mouth!" Edogawa Conan didn't touch the corpse, but just bent down; with the advantage of his stature, he immediately found blood stains running down the side of the cheek that was close to the carpet. The corners of the mouth slide down to the jawline.

Mori Kogoro frowned vigilantly, observed carefully along the direction of Conan's finger, pondered for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, "Could it be poisoning?"

His eyes flicked over the various dishes and wine bottles on the table, and finally settled on the few people who were dining at the same table as the deceased.

"Hey, you guys," Mori Kogoro looked at them suspiciously, "Tell me briefly, what is your relationship with the deceased?"

"...What's your attitude! We're not murderers!" One of the men suddenly changed his face when he heard Kogoro Mouri's words, and glared at him fiercely as if he was facing an enemy.

Perhaps because they were frightened before, the waiter Sugita invited the two men and one woman to the next seat.

Sitting in the middle is a young woman, dressed very stylishly, with brown curly hair hanging over her shoulders, a fiery red dress made of excellent material, and a necklace on her neck that must be of great value.She still seems to have not come out of the panic, and she is crying continuously. She has a beautiful face, with rainy pear blossoms, and people can't help but feel pity when she looks at her.

And the man sitting on her right has no sense of presence and is not very old, wearing an old and wrinkled suit, with a leather briefcase tightly held under his arm, like a frightened quail, with his head bowed firmly, He kept kneading the corners of his clothes with his hands, gripping the suit even more like a drained rag.

As for the person who choked with Mori Kogoro just now, it was the middle-aged man sitting on the far left. He seemed to be about the same age as the deceased. Nose, "It's just a detective, not a policeman, you are not qualified to interrogate us!"

"I'm not interrogating you, I'm just learning about the situation."

Mori Kogoro rolled his eyes calmly. It seemed that this was not the first time he encountered such a situation. "In this restaurant, I can only confirm that you and the deceased knew each other. Who else can you ask?"

The man choked on his words, and was obviously a bit weaker, but he still expressed his dissatisfaction in a stern and subdued way, "Even so...you can't be so rude—"

"Please, uncle, figure it out, this man died while eating with you."

The lazy tone suddenly sounded, with a bit of ridicule.Gojo Satoru leaned on Kanto Rin's shoulder, poked his head out like a cat, and casually reminded: "If you don't tell the truth quickly, your suspicion of crime will be even worse."

"Little devil, who are you?!"

The man's gaze shot like a sharp arrow, nailing the white-haired boy, as if he wanted to pierce the latter through, and threatened: "Seeing that you are not very old, you dare to talk nonsense! Be careful, I will let you My lawyer is here to sue you for defamation!"

"Wow, it's amazing, it's amazing," Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, without any hesitation, and even clapped his hands, "You are welcome to sue me, do I need to report my identity information to you?"

"..."

Seeing that the man was about to fall backwards from his anger, Kanto Rin hurriedly took a step sideways, blocking Gojo Satoru tightly, for fear that the other party could not help but come over and beat him.

——But fortunately, just when the atmosphere was tense, the crying woman finally wiped away her tears, sobbed and said: "Sorry, Detective Mori...Mr. Mitsuo is just impulsive, and there is no malice. Please don't So doubt us."

She looked at Mori Kogoro with pleading eyes, and the latter was stunned for a moment, with a suspicious blush on his face, and his tone softened slightly, "Uh, please cooperate with my investigation, this lady, and provide some information about the deceased and all of you. General information about..."

"Okay." The woman in the red skirt pursed her lips and said softly, "My name is Misato Sakurase, and I am the secretary of the deceased Mr. Shoji Nishiura."

After she briefly finished speaking, she turned to look at the middle-aged man with a livid face, "This is Mr. Yuta Mitsuo, the president of Marufuku Co., Ltd." She stretched out her hand and pointed to the young man with his head bowed over there, "This is Mr. It's my colleague, Mr. Kenmasa Nagashima."

In the end, Sakurase Misato looked at the corpse and trembled in fear, but she still insisted and said: "Mr. Nishiura is the president of the Yoshiwa Club, and today I made an appointment with Mr. Mitsuo at the Colombo restaurant." We met to discuss some business cooperation between the two parties..."

After Sakurase came forward to introduce, Mitsuo Yuta twitched his cheeks and snorted coldly. His attitude was obviously not as bad as before, but his words still vaguely revealed the meaning of superiority, "The specific cooperation involves commercial secrets, so it is inconvenient to disclose. Wait a while for the police When I get here, I'll talk to them in detail."

It is clear that he does not trust the professionalism of the "private detective" in front of him.

"You—!" Mori Kogoro was so angry that he said something inside, but fortunately, Mao Lilan pulled his clenched fist in time, and he didn't explode in the end.

At this moment, the manager of the restaurant also hurried over. Seeing the messy scene and Xipu's body, his expression changed immediately, and he hurried forward: "Detective Maori! Fortunately, you are here!"

"Mr. Manager," Mori Kogoro nodded at him when he saw the other party, "Has the entrance and exit of the restaurant been blocked?"

"Yes, everything has been done according to your instructions," the manager asked cautiously with a bitter face, "I hope the Maori detectives must find out the truth, otherwise how can we explain to the guests..."

"Preliminary suspicion is poisoning at present." Mori Kogoro pondered, squatted down halfway, took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on, and gently broke off Nishiura's head, revealing the blood on the corner of his lips.

The manager took a deep breath, and immediately swore to the sky, "There is absolutely no problem with the dishes in our restaurant! Mr. Mao Li is a regular customer of the restaurant, you must trust us!"

After Mori Kogoro moved the corpse, Edogawa Conan also moved forward to observe Nishiura's death carefully, without the panic and fear of ordinary children when they saw the dead.

There was no obvious trauma, blood was vomited from the mouth, and the expression was painful before death...it really looked like poisoning.

While thinking, he fixed his eyes on the broken glass in the hand of the deceased.

Is there something wrong with the wine?

Conan pursed his lips, took out gloves from his pocket and put them on, then bowed down, approached the corpse quietly, wiped the carpet with his fingertips, and brought it to his nose to smell gently.

There is no peculiar smell, it is indeed red wine.

Could it be... a colorless, odorless poison?

Conan was thinking carefully about several possibilities, but suddenly felt a pull on his neck—someone picked up his collar and directly lifted the boy from the ground. Shi Shiran said: "Children can't watch these things." , otherwise you will have nightmares at night~"

Conan struggled reflexively, turned his head and met a pair of blue pupils, as clear and bright as frozen sea water.

Gojo Satoru looked at his stunned expression, smiled, pushed away the sunglasses casually, put Conan back on the ground, and looked down at the corpse as well.

"Six eyes" can theoretically see atoms directly.Therefore, on the physical level, there is nothing that Wujo Satoru cannot see through.

"Hey, it's really interesting."

He bent his knuckles and pressed them against his chin. There seemed to be a brilliance in his eyes, but it was completely covered by the black lenses.

Conan looked at the nagging white hair suspiciously. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to sneak back to the corpse, he was patted on the head with a hand, and heard a gentle voice from behind: "Senior is right, this is indeed not the case. An event that children should participate in."

Kanto Rin squatted down, looked at Conan at the same level, tilted his head and blinked at the latter, "Come and rest next to Miss Mori, little detective."

"That's right! Conan!" Mao Lilan also stepped forward quickly, grabbed Conan's arm, with a nervous expression, "Father said that Mr. Xipu may have been poisoned, you must not touch it!"

"..." Conan was silent for a moment, looked at his gloves stained with red wine, and replied dryly, "Yes, sister Xiaolan."

Seeing Mao Lilan pulling Conan aside, Kanto Rin straightened up again, walked to Gojo Satoru, and asked in a low voice: "Senior, what did you see?"

He knows the efficacy of the "six eyes".

"Well, I can see something."

Gojo Satoru waved his hands with great interest, and after Shendu Rin approached him, he immediately approached the person's ear skillfully, and said close to his ear:

"His stomach is like a bag riddled with holes and rotten by moths...it's full of dense holes."