The waste firewood of the five family

When Gang Ji trotted to Poirot Cafe, the customers inside had already left, and the whole cafe was very quiet.In such a huge place, only Conan and two other unknown people were standing in the corner.

No one spoke.

Gangji scratched his head.

Are the two remaining suspects?

Was it too fast for Kudo to make this judgment?

Tsunayoshi looked around without knowing why, and found that the expressions on the faces of Conan and a young man with blond hair and black skin were particularly complicated.

"Conan?" Tsunaki asked hesitantly, "What happened?"

However, Conan didn't answer, but just stared at the corpse on the ground solemnly.

Tsuna followed his line of sight to the corpse.

A male corpse.

A male corpse with short black hair.

Wait, what's wrong with this corpse...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Gangji knelt down and reached out to the male corpse on the ground.

However, a hand protruding from the side interrupted his actions.

"What are you going to do?" The blond-haired black-skinned youth subconsciously stopped Gangji.

"I..." Gang Ji guessed in his heart that the young man in front of him might know the person lying on the ground, "I don't think he's dead yet, I want to make sure."

"No—" the blond-haired black-skinned young man was about to blurt out the words, but suddenly realized that his current identity was only Toru Amuro, and immediately returned to a calm look, "Impossible, I have just checked with Conan-kun."

"He has indeed..." Amuro Toru paused, as if he didn't want to say that word, "Anyway, let's leave this kind of matter to professional detectives."

"It's okay, Brother Amuro." Conan looked at Toru Amuro who seemed to be forcibly suppressing his emotions, "Brother Tsunakichi is a companion."

"I see." Toru Amuro was a little relieved, he looked at Tsunayoshi, and showed a proper polite smile, "Sorry, I was rude just now."

"I'm Toru Amuro," Amuro pointed to himself, "I'm a detective."

Gang Ji stared at the young man in front of him who felt somewhat disobedient.

strangeness.

This person is obviously laughing, but why does it give people the feeling that they are about to cry?

Tsunakichi stretched out his hand while thinking: "Gojo Tsunakichi."

"Oh?" Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows, "Is it the Wujo I know?"

"Yes." Gangji nodded.

"Nah, brother Tsunayoshi, do you think he's not dead?" Conan tugged on Toru Amuro's trousers, "I checked again, and I think our judgment was wrong."

Amuro was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this was Conan's hint: "I didn't expect that I would make such a low-level mistake before, and I am really embarrassing for Mr. Mori."

Azusa Enomoto looked left and right, and raised her hand in confusion: "Well, since he is not dead, should we send him to the hospital?"

"It may be too late to send him to the hospital. He needs to do some first aid here." Toru Amuro said solemnly, "It happens that I know some first aid skills, so let's take care of it here and send him to the hospital. Would Miss Azusa mind?"

"Huh?" Azusa Enomoto shook her head, "Of course not!"

"The next thing may not be convenient for girls to see." Toru Amuro gestured to undress, showing a embarrassed look, "So Miss Azusa..."

"Oh, it just so happens that I should go home too." Azusa Enomoto quickly understood Toru Amuro's meaning, "Then I will leave this place to Mr. Amuro, we must save him!"

"We will do our best." Toru Amuro nodded.

Tsuna looked at the development in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Shouldn't the police be notified immediately when something like this happens?It seems that these people haven't thought about it at all.

He understands why Conan and Toru Amuro are so calm, they are detectives after all.

But that Miss Zi didn't panic too much, could it be because she often encounters this kind of situation?

And that Miss Zi is so relieved to leave all the follow-up matters to Mr. Amuro, isn't she worried that there will be some destruction of corpses and traces?

Obviously their actions now look so suspicious...

Oh, it could also be that she trusts Mr. Amuro too much, but she always feels that Mr. Amuro should not be so simple...

Tsuna was thinking wildly, and didn't even notice that Enomoto Azusa had left.

Toru Amuro has quickly turned off the monitor in the coffee shop. After removing the disguised emotions, the air pressure around him is terrifyingly low.

"This person is indeed Mr. Amuro's very good friend." Conan sighed, walked to the corpse and squatted down, "No wonder your reaction was so wrong at that time."

At that time, Conan ran to the coffee shop and saw Toru Amuro squatting next to the corpse at a glance.

The blond-haired, black-skinned youth seemed to want to pick up the corpse, but stopped abruptly.A few strands of his hair covered his eyes, and his camouflage was almost broken.

This kind of mistake is obviously abnormal for Bourbon.

Conan immediately noticed the peculiarity of the corpse's identity, so he didn't reason according to the steps of previous cases.

"So he is... because of the winery?" Conan asked tentatively.

Toru Amuro did not answer him, but looked at Tsunayoshi, as if waiting for the hopeful answer.

"I don't think he's dead." Tsuna Kichi didn't know what the two of them were thinking. He looked at Toru Amuro seriously, "But we still need to confirm."

"It's troublesome." Toru Amuro said solemnly.

Tsuna nodded, squatted down and continued the interrupted action.

Tsuna let out a sigh of relief after resting his hand on the corpse's chest for a few seconds.

Sure enough, he was hit by a feigned death bomb.

It was the bullet I used when planning my own death ten years later.

Could it be that Mr. Irie has also come to this world?

"What's the situation?" Conan looked at Tsunaki and hesitated to speak, "What is he..."

"Oh." Gang Ji came back to his senses and smiled relaxedly, "He is still alive, and his current state is only due to being hit by a fake death bomb."

"Fake death bomb?" Conan asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

"A kind of bullet from our side." Gang Ji explained, "The person who gets shot looks like he is dead, but in fact he just hides his vital signs, which can be awakened by a special method. good."

"That's really great." Although it sounded a bit beyond the scientific level, Conan decided to accept the good news first, he turned his head and said happily, "Mr. Amuro, this way your friend..."

"Mr. Amuro?"

Conan found that Toru Amuro's face did not burst with joy, but was extraordinarily dignified and nervous.

"Mr. Amuro?" Conan looked at him worriedly.

"I seemed to have lost my judgment before..." Toru Amuro smiled wryly.

"I was so happy to see him again, so I ignored many things." Toru Amuro clenched his fists tightly, "hiro...he committed suicide four years ago, and he fell in front of my eyes next..."

"Actually, this corpse appeared in the coffee shop out of thin air." Toru Amuro looked down at Conan who was also shocked, and his smile became more bitter, "So is he really Hiro?"

Toru Amuro knelt down and looked at the corpse of his suspected friend Zhu Fujingguang, rubbed his temples and sighed involuntarily: "I'm becoming more and more suspicious that this is a conspiracy against me."