Chapter 27

A group of people continued to throw evidence, question each other, accuse each other, and the hall was as lively as a vegetable market at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru had a personal grudge and old grudges. Both of them stepped on each other crazily. It didn't look like they were lovers, but more like enemies.

Fortunately, both of them were still somewhat rational and didn't fight here.

Of course, it was also possible that although the purple-haired girl was a close friend, her external image was still a JK. As a reliable and mature male high school student, it was too strange to fight with a JK.

Keita Egawa swept the whole place, suspecting everyone from the milkman to the reporter.

After the second round of publicizing all the evidence, everyone's background and motive for murder were still unclear, and there were also many more secrets that were not solved, making the plot more complicated.

Suzuki Sonoko had never been so serious before, and the pen in her hand was almost smoking.

The joy of getting the detective at the beginning completely dissipated. After barely recording the clues, she slapped the table and stood up. After giving everyone a summary, she announced that the next half hour of free evidence search time would come.

"Let's take a look at the crime scene." Conan pulled the hem of Mao Lilan's skirt and put forward his own idea.

Mao Lilan did not ignore his opinion because he was a child. She asked Suzuki Sonoko's wishes. After obtaining her consent, the two took Conan to the crime scene to investigate.

The second search for evidence was not divided into groups, so everyone gathered together with acquaintances.

Feng Haya Rin pulled her friend to quickly go to the room in the public area on the second floor.

The bet between Xia Yujie and Gojo Satoru had not yet been decided. The two pushed each other and went to the public area on the first floor.

The bell in the living room rang again, indicating that the second round of evidence search was over, and everyone returned to the hall one after another.

Gojo Satoru ran all over the first floor but did not find the key evidence. He pulled out a chair and sat down, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "There is no key evidence in the secret room."

Xia Yujie sat down and said in a good temper: "At least we found the murder weapon."

Feng Haya Rin shrugged, pushed the juice at hand to him, and comforted him: "There is no key evidence on the second floor either."

The entire castle is divided into three floors. They just touched the secret room, which is equivalent to a total of four areas.

"What?" Gojo Satoru took a sip of juice, smacked his lips, frowned and muttered, "Why does it taste like carrot?"

Yamamoto Rumi, who was not far away, shook the empty cup in her hand and said with a smile, "I like carrot juice, so I asked Mika to squeeze a cup for me."

Tsuki Mika loosened her hand that was pinching the hem of her skirt and nodded gently, "Yeah, maybe I didn't wash it clean just now."

Because everyone hadn't arrived yet, everyone gathered together to chat. After a while, the black-haired man came down from upstairs.

Yamamoto Rumi frowned and asked, "Where's Eragawa? Aren't you all on the third floor together?"

Takeuchi Kota remained silent and just lowered his head.

Suddenly, the lights went out, and the sad and terrifying nursery rhyme sounded again.

After the rhyme and darkness passed, Takeuchi Kota still lowered his head and didn't speak.

Seeing that they couldn't ask anything, the group decided to go upstairs first.

They remembered that Keita Eragawa had gone to the second floor before.

In the housekeeper's room on the second floor, the man who was so arrogant half an hour ago was now lying in a pool of blood, motionless.

"Call the police." Ieiri Naoko took out her cell phone and said calmly.

The amount of blood loss and the dilated pupils of the other party clearly showed that he was beyond help.

Conan squeezed in from the crowd, relying on his small size. He first touched the man's arm, then tentatively felt his breath, and finally came to a conclusion: "Dead."

Feng Haya Rin didn't know why, but always felt that this situation seemed normal, and couldn't help but whispered: "Is it really a curse?"

Xia Yujie tilted his head and asked: "What curse?"

"Mori?" After thinking for a moment, Feng Haya Rin guessed: "Is this surname cursed?"

Gojo Satoru: "Will that Mori detective come over?"

It's really bad to encounter such a thing on a hard-earned day off.

"His daughter is here." Ieiri Naoko rubbed her forehead, feeling helpless: "She should come over."

Xia Yujie sighed and pressed his solar plexus in distress: "Satoru, did you find anything?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru didn't understand what he meant.

Geto Summer Oil: "Six eyes."

Gojo Satoru chuckled, "I have six eyes, not perspective eyes."

Just now they were in the secret room, looking for clues to solve the mechanism, how could they know what happened on the second floor?

The staff noticed the abnormal situation of the players. When they came to inquire, they were told that someone really died. After learning that the players had called the police, they immediately announced the suspension of the game and asked everyone to gather in the hall to wait for the police to come to investigate.

The Tokyo police were also as quick as ever. They rushed to the scene and began to ask the people present one by one about their relationship and timeline with the deceased. Even the staff behind the scenes were not spared.

Feng Hayarin leaned lazily on the sofa, muttering a little bored: "Just give everyone a bottle of truth serum."

Jialiu Naoko leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Should there be a curse spirit here?"

The curse spirit is born through the curse power generated by people's negative emotions. If you say something disrespectful to the curse spirit, they are probably the metabolic products of humans.

At the murder scene, negative emotions must be the most, so it should be easier to produce curse spirits if you think about it.

Feng Hayarin lowered her eyes, pushed Gojo Satoru who had nestled in her arms again without knowing when, and said in confusion: "Satoru? I don't seem to feel any cursed spirits."

Although her cursed power is less than that of her peers, it's not that she can't feel any cursed spirits, right?

Gojo Satoru's sunglasses had been pinned to her collar, so Feng Hayarin clearly saw that her beautiful blue eyes moved and her gaze was projected on the steps.

Soon.

Gojo Satoru: "No."

Xia Yujie asked solemnly: "Not even one?"

Gojo Satoru raised his finger and shook it, and replied affirmatively: "Not even one."

Feng Hayarin's face showed a subtle expression, and after a few seconds, she sighed: "It can't be that the surname Mori is really cursed by the god of death."

Although the four of them are all suspects, the information shows that they didn't know the deceased before, and they had no intersection, so in comparison, it is obvious that the four working people, especially the abnormal Takeuchi Kota, are the key suspects.

The four people can't leave home until the investigation is completed, so they can only sit on the sofa and talk about wild things.

Gojo Satoru complained casually: "Really, I have to write a self-criticism again."

Ieiri Naoko raised her eyebrows: "What did you do again?"

"What else can I do? I didn't protect the fragile glass hearts of ordinary people." Gojo Satoru leaned back and nestled himself in the arms of the person behind him, squinting his eyes comfortably like a cat.

"No, I didn't." Xia Yujie translated, and then said helplessly: "Satoru, don't say people have glass hearts casually."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and rolled his eyes in disdain at his friend.

Kazehaya Rin lowered her eyes and looked at him in a casual manner. Her sneaky little movements made her laugh.

When the beautiful blue eyes turned to her, she coughed lightly and said in a serious tone: "I think the account is protecting you."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

"After all, ordinary people can't see the magic power, so every time you fight, is it like dancing?" Kazehaya Rin joked: "It's like the fighting scenes in Naruto, after turning off the chakra special effects." The

second-year hand gestures and fighting postures similar to dancing, without special effects, would really look like mental problems, right?

Ieiri Shoko laughed and followed that line of thought: "Newspaper news: Young boys have mental illnesses due to excessive academic pressure and are dancing in the streets?" Geto

Suguru: "..."

A very novel idea. He imagined the scene of Naruto fighting with the chakra special effects turned off, and inexplicably felt a sense of social death.

This is better than the effect of assisting the supervisor and Yemo Shouting 100 times. At least one of the problem children who still has a sense of shame, Xiayou Jie, has secretly vowed in his heart that he will definitely let the account go in the future.

Gojo Satoru has never cared about what others think, and said indifferently: "Then if there is no one, then we can not let it go."

"It's the same as how many times you let it go." Fenghaya Rin complained: "It 's the same as when you do missions and assist supervision." Although

he didn't see many cursed spirits, he became more and more adept at letting the account go.

Xiayou Jie was the first to discover the blind spot: "Why did Rin say us? Can your Pokémon see it?"

Congratulations, Xiayou Jie has begun to classify cursed spirits as dark Pokémon after being talked about by Pokémon masters at the same time.

"Yes, I often let it out accidentally when I was a child, and then scared people." Fenghaya Rin explained casually.

Of course, she didn't say that she accidentally let it out on purpose.

The devil Xiao Lin relied on her special ability and liked to be an accomplice to the evildoers since she was a child. She used her sniff to steal the pens of the teachers she hated and threw them into the smelliest trash cans. She would also hide the biting books on the bookshelf of the school library.

Because she secretly did a lot of such unethical behaviors, the so-called top ten campus legends are still circulating in the Qingxue Elementary School.

This made Xia Yujie think a lot.

After all, unlike Gojo Satoru, who was born in a magician family, he grew up in an ordinary family and encountered many unpleasant things because of the cursed power.

His eyes dimmed for a moment, but he soon smiled again and considerately diverted this topic that would cause negative emotions to his peers and himself.

When Detective Maori came, he also brought a group of reporters.

Several groups of police collected evidence at the scene of the crime. At present, it is speculated that the cause of death was excessive blood loss.

Inspector Megure's main targets are Mika Tsuki, Keita Egawa and Kota Takeuchi.

It's not that there are no suspects in other people, but the investigation found that except for the four of them, everyone else met for the first time.

Kogoro Maori: "I know!"

The other party's startled performance made Inspector Megure look sideways. Looking at the other party's confident expression, he thought the famous detective had discovered the truth.

As a result, Kogoro Maori pointed at Keita Karagawa and said, "You took advantage of the other party looking for evidence and stabbed him to death."

The man raised his eyebrows and looked very sure.

Keita Karagawa, who had been somewhat silent, raised his head and said expressionlessly after hearing this: "I wanted to kill him, but I didn't kill him."

Inspector Megure asked, "Why didn't you kill him?"

Keita Karagawa took out a small paper bag from the invisible interlayer in the inner pocket of his shirt and opened it to reveal some white powder.

Conan wanted to rush up at the first time, but was pulled back by Ran Maori.

The girl gently dissuaded him from making trouble.

Rin Kazehaya was also a little curious and looked over her shoulder, "Is it poison?"

She remembered that she had said before that in addition to the fatal injury, the deceased seemed to have signs of slight poisoning.

Gojo Satoru: "Arsenic anhydride."

"...I wanted to put it all in, but I hesitated in the end and only put a little bit." Takeuchi Kota hesitated and added: "You also said that he died of excessive blood loss."

Poisoning and murder are two different sentencing methods, and Takeuchi Kota is still clear.