Mihana Hospital.

"I've got it! I finally figured out who the murderer is!"

Completely unaware of what had happened that night, Conan suddenly sat up in his sickbed, nearly dying, and shouted with ecstatic joy.

"Hmm, who is it, Shinichi?"

Professor Agasa, who was standing by, couldn't help but yawn widely and asked with a hint of drowsiness.

"It's Moriya Teiji, the one who invited me to the tea party last time!"

Conan lowered his head, a glint of inspiration flashing in his eyes.

He finally understood; he understood everything.

"Professor Moriya? Why would he do something like that?!" Dr. Agasa asked, his face showing a hint of surprise and confusion.

"Although I didn't go at the time, my mother described it to me in detail when she came back. She said that Teiji Moriya had an almost fanatical love for symmetrical aesthetics."

"Moreover, all the works that have been bombed these days, apart from those by Teiji Moriya himself, are asymmetrical works without exception!"

"He attempted to cover up his crimes in this way!"

Conan said firmly, while pushing up his glasses and showing a smug expression.

Such a heinous criminal could not escape his watchful eye!

"This arrogant guy actually dared to openly provoke him."

...

"What? Inspector Megure, you're saying that Teiji Moriya is dead?"

Conan held the phone, his face filled with disbelief, his eyes wide open.

"Yes, Brother Kudo, when we arrived at the scene immediately after receiving your report, we found that Teiji Moriya had already committed suicide out of guilt."

Inspector Megure looked at Teiji Moriya, who was sitting at his desk with a wild imagination, and spoke into the phone.

"Impossible, impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Conan shouted excitedly.

He simply couldn't believe that Moriya Teiji, who had previously tricked him so much and made him rack his brains to pursue him, would actually commit suicide out of guilt.

There must be some other problem here, there definitely is!

"Inspector Megure, please make sure you thoroughly examine the scene again to confirm that Teiji Moriya wasn't murdered!" Conan said urgently.

However, Inspector Megure seemed somewhat perfunctory in response to Conan's words: "Oh, okay, I understand."

In fact, for the police, whether it was homicide or not is not the most important thing.

In recent days, the bombing maniac has been causing explosions everywhere, creating widespread panic in society. The police are now unable to explain themselves to their superiors and the public.

The most urgent task now is to find the murderer as soon as possible and bring him to justice, so as to give the public an explanation.

Whether the murderer is dead or alive is not important. What is important is that Moriya Teiji's suicide note clearly describes his crime and methods.

As long as no further explosions occur, the police can conclude that he committed suicide.

Meanwhile, on a high-rise building near the Moriya Teiji residence, two men in black, holding binoculars, looked at the numerous police officers surrounding the Moriya Teiji family and revealed a cruel sneer.

"..."

Hearing the phone call being disconnected, Conan couldn't hide his frustration.

"Professor Agasa, I'm going to the Moriya Teiji family myself!" With that, Conan disregarded Professor Agasa's objections and tried to climb off the hospital bed.

Conan's detective instincts told him that there was definitely a bigger secret behind this.

He could no longer suppress his desire to find the truth.

...

The long and peaceful night passed just like that. Listening to the clear and melodious birdsong coming from outside the window, Yu Shengnan slowly opened his eyes from his sleep.

"Tsk~"

Lying on the bed, Yuzuru let out a soft sigh and stretched out a big yawn with great comfort.

He turned his head and looked at Xiaolan, who was still fast asleep with a happy smile on her face. A gentle smile appeared on his lips.

Xiaolan truly lives up to her reputation as a girl who practices karate every day; her physical fitness is indeed excellent.

It was her first time experiencing something like this, and normally she should have been at her weakest, but she managed to fight herself to the very end.

Fortunately, he ultimately prevailed, and Xiaolan eventually ran out of energy and chose to surrender.

Thinking this, Yu Shengnan felt a surge of curiosity, and his hand began to playfully caress Xiaolan's smooth and delicate shoulder.

They say old people are cunning and shrewd, but Xiaolan isn't that old, so how come her shoulders are so smooth?

"Mmm~ No, I don't want it anymore~"

Ran's body trembled slightly as she tried to avoid Yuzuru's touch.

Her lips parted slightly, emitting a faint protest.

Clearly, Yuzuru Hanyu's actions made her somewhat sensitive.

"Hehe, what do you not want?"

Yuzuru had a sly smile on his face as he kept drawing circles with his large hand.

He knew Xiaolan was awake, so he deliberately teased her.

"Ugh, Nan!"

As expected, feeling the increasingly mischievous hand on her body, Xiaolan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally couldn't help but open her eyes and call out coquettishly.

"You're awake," Yuzuru replied softly.

"Mmm!" Xiaolan snuggled closer to Yusheng Nan, her face beaming with satisfaction and happiness.

She and Nan were finally together forever.

The two lingered in bed for a while longer before reluctantly getting up to wash up.

"Young Master Yuzuru, Ran, you're up! Breakfast will be ready soon."

As soon as they pushed open the door and stepped out, Mingmei poked her head out from the kitchen and greeted them with a smile.

As usual, Ai sat quietly in the living room, leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

With a cool and aloof expression, she glanced up at the two of them, then continued reading her fashion magazine.

Good morning, Akemi-nee and Ai-chan!

Xiaolan, finally realizing that there were other people in the villa, was so shy that she couldn't even lift her head.

Yuzuru noticed that Ai and Akemi both had dark circles under their eyes, suggesting they must have stayed up very late last night.

With a slight smile, he stepped forward and, under Ai's cold and slightly resentful gaze, cast a horse-shaped talisman on each of the sisters.

Today's breakfast was exceptionally plentiful. In addition to the essential Lingmi rice, Mingmei also carefully prepared a bunch of other delicious dishes.

"Xiao Lan, come and try this chicken soup!"

With a beaming smile, Mingmei served Xiaolan, whose face was flushed, a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

Because Hanyu Nana had cast a horse curse on her, Ran, who should have been experiencing this for the first time, behaved exactly as usual.

However, in Mingmei's view, the necessary sense of ritual should never be missing.

"Thank you, Mingmei."

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, Xiao Lan, who was engrossed in eating her spirit rice porridge, timidly picked up the chicken soup and started drinking.