Sumire Tohsaka

The murder happened in the toilet of the train.

A woman stood at the door with a terrified face, and she was the one who made the screams just now.A blood-stained corpse fell at her feet. The deceased was a middle-aged man dressed as an office worker. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was wide open. He died with an expression of disbelief.A sharp knife was stuck in his back.The blade shone with a frightening cold light.

It was a clear murder case.No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't happen in this kind of place.

The moving train is like a natural secret room, which cuts off the possibility of escaping from it, and there is no possibility that it was done by outsiders;

The people on the bus are fixed, and it is easy to confirm the murderer's identity.The complexity of personnel composition greatly increases the possibility of being broken;

Attacking victims with knives will inevitably be splashed with blood. As long as they are searched one by one, it can be immediately confirmed who is responsible for the case.

No matter how you think about it, there is no reason for the murderer to commit crimes in such a place.

Edogawa Conan and Hattori Heiji also think so.

Thanks to Hattori Heiji's identity as a famous Kansai detective who has appeared on TV newspapers several times, Conan and the two quickly reached a cooperation with the flight attendants and police officers and began to investigate the passengers.

Since Conan still had doubts about the identities of the two men in black, Hattori Heiji volunteered to ask them.He quickly walked in front of those two people, but he was keenly aware that something was very wrong.

Leaving aside that man who looked extremely suspicious no matter what he looked at... the girl in black who he thought was Conan's heart at first looked too calm.

Obviously, a murder case happened, and the atmosphere was very tense. Doubt and panic quickly fermented in the small space, and everyone had different degrees of strangeness on their faces.Even the man in black leaned forward in that direction with interest, the corners of his mouth and eyebrows raised slightly, as if he had seen something very interesting.

But only this girl, her expression is still very normal.

It is very difficult for people to control their micro-expressions and body movements, which are the instinctive reactions accumulated by creatures in the evolution of thousands of years, and it is easier to betray one's true thoughts than a person thinks.Even professionally trained agents and spies still have a very small chance of revealing their instinctive reactions.

The girl in front of her didn't respond.

She took the medicine in her hand calmly and took it in divided doses according to the size and dose.The hand holding the mineral water bottle did not tremble at all, there was no deviation in the movement of drinking water, and there was no absent-minded expression on his face.After drinking the medicine, she put the empty square medicine box and the half-empty mineral water bottle back into the bag, zipped the zipper carefully, and adjusted the small decorations at the end of the zipper.

It seems that she noticed Hattori Heiji's gaze, she turned her head, staring at him with cold emerald eyes, as clear and clear as a fine gemstone.

"Is there anything I can do?" she asked naturally.

Sometimes, the absence of anomalies is the greatest anomaly.

That kind of normal attitude, as if the things in front of him are nothing special at all, and it's no big deal if someone dies near him... The calmness almost made Hattori Heiji feel a little creepy.

He turned his head and met Conan who had been hiding and observing in secret. The other party nodded slightly at him, which made Heiji understand that Conan had also noticed the abnormality of this person.

"Because of the murder, we will conduct interviews and investigations on every passenger." He turned slightly and motioned the girl to look at the female flight attendant waiting on the side. "There will be special female staff to conduct a body search." , I hope you can cooperate with our work..."

Heiji looked down at the boarding list given to him by the flight attendant.

"Miss Tohsaka Sumire." Hattori Heiji read out her name.

"I understand." Tohsaka Sumire nodded meekly, thought for a while, and said, "However, I have been sitting in my seat since I came in, and the gentleman next to me can testify to me...even so Do you still want to search?"

"Yes." Hattori Heiji subconsciously scratched the back of his neck, "I'm very sorry, but this is our job."

"I see." Tohsaka Sumire picked up the backpack on her lap, unfastened the seat belt and tried to get up, "Then, I... Gojo-sensei?"

A big hand pressed down on her shoulder, pushing the girl back to the seat. The young man in black stretched out his long legs, raised his right leg high, rested his chin with one hand, and turned his face to him with a smile.

"There's no need for that." The young man's voice was laziness, "At this time, it's enough to catch the murderer with a 'bahhhh'."

"..."

Hattori Heiji's micro-expression clearly expressed his inner voice—what the hell is this person talking about.

"Oh, I can't help it. In order not to feel embarrassed by the cute little Jin, I will force myself to watch it once."

It was only then that Hattori Heiji realized that the young man in black had raised his hand before he knew it, and slightly lifted a corner of the blindfolded black eyepatch. His ice-blue eyes were watching him from the shadows. For some reason, Heiji felt A chill came down my back.He took a step back subconsciously, Gojo Satoru looked around the car, and soon stopped in a certain direction.

"Here, that's the guy."

He lazily pointed at the terrified young woman curled up in the comfort of his companion.The one who first found the dead.He opened his mouth in a rather boring and lazy tone.

"Go and find out the motives yourself. The evidence is in her handbag, and you will probably find out what she used soon."

His eyes turned to Edogawa Conan, his tone was clearly aimed at Hattori Heiji, but his eyes didn't leave the little boy who was standing there pretending nothing had happened.

"I trust you, little detective."

Hattori Heiji froze.But he still ordered the female flight attendant to investigate the first person who discovered it. ""

Of course, they soon found evidence of the murder in the woman's bag, as well as a handkerchief stained with the victim's blood.

And the motive for the murder is also very simple-love killing.

Gojo Satoru pulled down his blindfold, ignored the commotion over there, and looked at Sumire Tohsaka who was sitting beside him with interest.

"They seem to regard you as a dangerous person like me. Why, Xiao Jin?"

The white-haired young man smiled slightly, curled up the tip of the girl's hair with his fingers, and twisted it around between his fingers in a very interesting way, until it reached the base of the fingers.But it seemed that he didn't really care about this issue, and soon brought up another topic.

"Speaking of which, I've always been curious, is Xiao Jin's hair naturally curly?"

"Yes."

"In that case, are you a half-breed, Sumire?"

"The Tohsaka family seems to have a little foreign blood. But I don't know the specific situation very well. Compared to that, please stop playing with my hair, Gojo-sensei, you will make it difficult for me."

Sumire Tohsaka stretched out her hand, trying to free her hair from his fingers, but the childish adult man didn't give her this chance, and suddenly raised his hand like a cat teasing, missing her fingers.In order not to let his scalp be pulled by him, Tohsaka Sumire had no choice but to follow his strength and leaned towards him.

"Please don't be so mean-spirited, Mr. Wujo." She seemed to be really angry, "How about acting a little bit like an adult once in a while?"

Even the little boys in kindergarten didn't pull her hair.

Sumire Tohsaka thought blankly.

"Sorry, sorry." Wujo Satoru apologized without any sincerity, but let go of his hand, "However, your expression is much better now than before. I have to say, I don't like it at all, your kind of puppet Same expression."

The last strand of hair was also pulled out of his hand by the girl, and the satin-like smooth long hair hooked around the base of his fingers and flowed away like a spring between his fingers.Such a wonderful touch made the man narrow his eyes slightly, and his tone became a little more serious.

"How about you act like a child instead of me acting like an adult?"

Sumire Tohsaka opened her eyes slightly.After a while, she touched her cheek helplessly, showing a little confused expression.

"That..." She asked hesitantly, "Is my expression strange?"

"Well, it's very strange, and it's completely regarded as a weirdo."

Gojo Satoru nodded affirmatively.Rather, among the people around Sumire Tohsaka, only he can tell the truth so frankly.

"In the situation just now, most people would feel scared. Even if they weren't scared, they would have reacted a little bit. But you didn't react, Sumire, not at all. Even I was a little surprised by your indifference. "

"But……"

Sumire Tohsaka's eyes showed a little confusion, and she hesitated to look there, whether she saw the corpse wrapped in a bag, or the murderer who was crying and being taken away by the police, or the surrounding or whispering Whether silent or excited, her pupils did not tremble in the slightest.

It took a while for Sumire Tohsaka to turn around, looking at Gojo Satoru with those jewel-like pupils, and asked that question that could not be asked to anyone else.

"...Is this kind of thing normal?"

The French doll-like girl had a hint of puzzlement in her voice.

Even Gojo Satoru has to admit that this answer can be ranked in the top 3 among the strange speeches he has heard in his life.

Conjurers often see all kinds of unreasonable and sudden deaths.Those who were involved in the curse were very lucky to end up with a whole corpse.

Gojo Satoru was used to seeing all kinds of miserable corpses.

But a female high school student like Sumire Tohsaka has lived in a fully enclosed boarding school for girls for several years. It is reasonable to say that she should be innocent and full of curiosity at an age...why is there such an almost indifferent life and death? view?

To put it a bit exaggerated——

She is just like those young soldiers who have experienced countless cruel battlefields at a young age.

"Did I say something strange again?" Tohsaka Sumire looked at him, a little at a loss, "At this time... what expression should I make?"

"No, there's nothing wrong with that."

Gojo Satoru laughed, and suddenly stretched out a big hand to press down on her head, messing up her carefully groomed long hair.

"It's just that I suddenly felt that the two of us would probably get along very well."

"???"

Sumire Tohsaka hugged her head, the expression on her face became even more confused.

Yes.

Gojo Satoru looked at her and thought.

The two of them may be very compatible, but not necessarily.