COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

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When the crowd rushed to the warehouse that made the sound of breaking.

Madam Tsuchiya had been hanged in the warehouse.

Below is fresh blood.

down her feet.

"Put her down, maybe there is still help." Edogawa Conan ordered.

A group of adults, not as fast as elementary school students.

The three apprentices of Kikuemon immediately divided the labor and cooperated to rescue the people.

put it on the ground.

Arita felt Mrs. Tsuchiya's pulse and put down her hand helplessly for a long time.

"Already dead," he said.

"I'm going to notify the police now." Seto stood up and said.

Detective Mumu arrives at the scene?

"So when the case happened, you were all in the room over there..." Officer Mumu said solemnly.

"The only one who slept soundly when the case happened, was you." Officer Mumu said, looking at Kogoro Maori who was still awake with a hangover.

"Every time you appear, people will die." Officer Mumu said, staring at Mouri Kogoro.

Although Shuji Tsushima often appears at the scene of the crime.

But before Tsushima Shuji went to the United States, only Mouri Kogoro stayed in the country.

Every time Mouri Kogoro appears, there will be murders.

Think about it this way...

Every time my brother Tsushima appeared at the crime scene, he was always with Kogoro Mouri.

"Brother Tsushima." Officer Mumu came to Shuji Tsushima.

"Did you get bad luck from the Maori brother?" he asked in a low voice.

"Should... not." The black-haired boy's voice was cold, with a little daze.

Tsushima Shuji: Actually, it was infected by that elementary school student!

"It's better to stay away from Brother Maori in the future, at least not to appear on the same occasion." Officer Mu Mu sincerely advised.

"...I see." Tsushima Shuji nodded, as if listening.

"So, what's the matter with the wound on Mrs. Tsuchiya's calf? It looks like there is blood all over the place." Officer Mumu said looking at the bleeding wound on the corpse's calf.

"It must have suddenly fallen off when he was hanged, cut by debris, and then hanged again." Mouri Kogoro said suddenly.

"This kind of thing often happens. For example, the loop is too big and the rope is not tied tightly..." He said in a well-informed tone.

Tsushima Shuji blinked silently.

Indeed, if the rope is not fixed properly, it is very easy to fail by hanging yourself.

However, after countless attempts, the loops that I now use for hanging ropes are perfect! /Full of confidence

"But we only heard the sound of things breaking once." Maurilan asked.

"The first time must be because you were sleeping so you didn't hear it." Kogoro Mori said as a matter of course.

"But...why did Mrs. Tsuchiya commit suicide?" Dagu said in a sad tone.

Edogawa Conan looked at a group of people who identified this incident as suicide, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

He quickly ran to Shuji Tsushima.

"Hurry up and solve the case."

"You must have seen it." He said numbly.

If Shuji Tsushima was not around, he would have to rely on his own reasoning and give Uncle Mori an anesthesia shot.

But since Shuji Tsushima was there...

Kudo Shinichi: I just give up.

"It's so strange—" the primary school student said loudly.

"There are no shoes on the feet of the corpse."

"Brother Tsushima said why her feet are still so clean?"

"It should be as dirty as me." After attracting everyone's attention, the elementary school student's tone was innocent and confused.

"Yes, then where are Mrs. Tsuchiya's shoes?" Officer Meguro and Kogoro Mouri thought.

"And the dead phone found under Mrs. Tsuchiya's sheets."

"It's because Mrs. Tsuchiya is used to using the phone as an alarm clock..."

"Brother Tsushima, what do you think?" Officer Mumu asked the boy in black beside him.

Tsushima-bro's speed in solving the case shouldn't disappoint me...

After all, every time the other party arrives at the scene of the crime, it does not take long to solve the case...

"The murderer is Mr. Seto." The black-haired boy said calmly as everyone watched.

Edogawa Conan turned his back to everyone, full of expected expressions.

I knew it, and the guy knew it again.

The next step is the method, how did the murderer do it?

"It was Mr. Seto who carried the sleeping Mrs. Tsuchiya back to the room last night, but Mr. Seto didn't really carry him back to the room."

"Instead, he brought people directly to the warehouse."

"Put Mrs. Tsuchiya on the shelf."

"The rope was around her head."

"Then when Mrs. Tsuchiya woke up, turned over and fell off the shelf, she looked like she committed suicide by hanging herself." The black-haired boy walked to the bloodstain.

"The heights of these bloodstains are different." He crouched down and pointed to a few of the bloodstains.

"It should be the nail on the shelf that caused the wound on Mrs. Tsuchiya's calf."

"And ceramics are on the ground from the start."

"When Mrs. Tsuchiya fell, her body would naturally hit the ceramic and shatter it." The boy stood up, kite-colored eyes darkening.

The sun shines in from the warehouse door, but it only illuminates the area in front of the door.

The boy in the black coat stood in the area where the sunlight could not penetrate with a calm expression.

"I didn't expect to see Detective Tsushima's reasoning process with my own eyes, and it's still so close." Kikuemon said like a fan.

I can't see the sadness of my daughter-in-law's death at all.

"But... but this is just your guess." Mr. Seto was stunned, and then retorted.

"Mrs. Tsuchiya has lipstick on her mouth." Tsushima Shuji stood in the same place.

Officer Mumu and the others hurriedly lowered their heads to check.

"Indeed, Madam Tsuchiya wears lipstick." They nodded.

"So what? Mrs. Tsuchiya wears lipstick, what does it have to do with me being the murderer..." Mr. Seto stubbornly denied.

"So, when you were carrying the other party, did you accidentally leave traces of lipstick on your body?" Tsushima Shuji tilted his head and asked with a smile.

"Judging from the carrying posture I guessed, that lipstick mark may stay on the back of your clothes." The young man said with an inferential tone.

"Do you want to lift your jacket to prove yourself?" He smiled silently, looking at each other calmly.

"Indeed, there is a lipstick mark." Officer Meguro hurriedly came behind Seto and lifted the other's jacket.

There were red marks on the back of the clothes inside.

"By the way, about the reason why Mrs. Tsuchiya turned over..." The boy suddenly thought of something and interrupted Seto's excuse.

"Since Mrs. Tsuchiya has a habit of using the phone as an alarm clock, then..."

"As long as the phone rings, she will subconsciously look for the phone."

"Conan, trouble you." He waved at the pupil.

Shuji Tsushima: Be my assistant~, Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era, Shinichi Kudo-senpai~

"Okay." Edogawa Conan responded obediently.

Kudo Shinichi: Tsushima, it's really natural for this guy to evoke people~www.novelmt.com~ Tsushima-bro, isn't that right? ' asked the elementary school student, holding a clay pot.

"oops-"

The clay pot accidentally fell to the ground.

The phone clipped to the bottom layer is revealed.

"This is-" Everyone was shocked.

Amuro picked up the phone and handed it to Officer Mumu.

"Mr. Seto, you did call Mrs. Tsuchiya this morning," Edogawa Conan said in a reminiscent tone.

"But...Otani also..." Seto tried to struggle.

But Shuji Tsushima didn't give him a chance.

"It doesn't feel good to see my work being used to deceive people." The boy said flatly.

"How...how could you..." Seto looked surprised.

"Kikuemon has only two or three works that he can produce every year." The boy lowered his eyes.

"But as far as I know, Mrs. Tsuchiya has sold dozens of so-called his works."

"But never to professional collectors, only to merchants who pay a high price."

"The Tsushima family also considered buying it before, but was rejected by Mrs. Tsuchiya." Tsushima Shuji sighed vaguely.

"So that's how it is..." Seto smiled.

"That's why I deliberately don't make works..." He clenched his fists.

"I've...don't want to do this anymore." He said angrily.

"The feng shui wheel that was broken is also a fake made by you." The black-haired boy asked as if he could see through everything.

"Yeah." Seto suddenly became very relaxed.

"Sure enough, he is a famous young detective." He sighed.

…

"See you next time, Conan~" Tsushima Shuji waved his hand.

Edogawa Conan Dead Fisheye: Hehe, as long as I don't meet you again at the crime scene.