Chapter 1427 1435 [Thanks for Uzo's Gift]

Thinking of this, Dr. Yoshimura lay down on the bed and planned to have a good sleep.

However, just as my head touched the pillow, the doorbell suddenly rang.

“?!”

Dr. Yoshimura was startled, sat up in shock, and instinctively grabbed the gun in his pocket.

He first stood up and went to the window, looking out through the gap in the curtains. He did not find any ambush on the opposite side, and then he felt relieved - the retreat route was not blocked.

After that, he walked to the entrance, first quickly glanced out through the peephole, then pressed against the wall and asked, "Who? What's the matter?"

The person outside the door said politely, "Mr. Shibata, there is a delivery for you."

"…A courier?" Doctor Yoshimura frowned, remembering that the man outside was indeed wearing a courier uniform. "I haven't bought anything. You've come to the wrong place. My last name is not 'Shibata'."

“Oh, is that so?” The courier outside the door was startled and said apologetically, “I’m so sorry, I’ll go check again. The apartment names here are too similar…”

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the person outside seemed to have left.

Dr. Yoshimura breathed a silent sigh of relief.

He leaned against the wall and waited for a while, but he didn't hear any footsteps coming back. He looked out through the peephole and it seemed that no one was outside. There was no sound of anyone picking the lock or banging on the door as he had imagined.

He then breathed a sigh of relief silently and retreated back into the house.

But after experiencing such a sudden incident, he no longer had the courage to sleep.

…

Doctor Yoshimura sat on the sofa and leaned back to rest. He held the gun tightly in his hand, ready to kill anyone who dared to break in.

As time passed, he yawned and his eyelids drooped.

In a daze, he felt something was wrong: It was clearly daytime, why was he so sleepy? Although he had just pulled an all-nighter last night, he had pulled an all-nighter before, and the feeling today was completely different from the previous all-nighters... Wait, no, this smell... is it a hypnotic gas? !

His heart skipped a beat and he opened his eyes abruptly, only to find that a few pipes had been inserted through the crack of the entrance door.

Doctor Yoshimura tried to stand up suddenly, but he fell to the ground with a thud. His body fell heavily to the ground, and the gun in his hand slid to the side without him being able to loosen his grip.

Dr. Yoshimura gritted his teeth and tried desperately to reach it, but his body was completely out of control.

The door clicked open.

A man in a courier's uniform unlocked the door and walked in.

He pushed up his glasses and looked at the person on the ground. He couldn't help but smile happily as if he had gotten his revenge. "I never thought you would dare to come back." He laughed coldly, "That's right. People like you shouldn't care what kind of life those unfortunate people you threatened are leading now."

Doctor Yoshimura struggled to open his eyes and saw his face clearly. His heart sank in an instant: "...It's you?!"

The man smiled grimly, took out a handkerchief soaked in medicine, and covered his face with it: "You brought this upon yourself!"

Dr. Yoshimura struggled desperately, but due to fatigue and the effects of drugs, he was no match for his opponent's strength.

In the last moment before he lost consciousness, a pair of eerie eyes suddenly flashed through his mind.

The eyes of that silver-haired cadre last night.

It was as if a basin of ice water was poured over his head, and Mitsuo Yoshimura suddenly realized that he had belatedly understood that look.

——That look contained no hostility, and certainly no kindness. In fact, it did not carry any emotion at all. It was simply staring at a dead person.

…

After Dr. Yoshimura fainted completely and stopped struggling.

The man who broke into the door stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the gun on the ground in surprise, picked it up fearfully and put it in his pocket.

Then he looked around the room for a moment and turned to look at the closet.

Seeing the bottles of foreign wine inside, the man snorted coldly: "You didn't forget to bring wine when moving. You really love to enjoy life. But it's okay, 'accidental death after drinking', this suits you very well."

As he said this, he walked to the cabinet, opened the door, grabbed a bottle of bourbon and placed it on the small coffee table in the room.

Then he took out an ice bucket and placed it next to him, creating the illusion that Dr. Yoshimura was drinking alone in his room.

"Next..." The man pushed his glasses on his nose, in a good mood, "The only thing missing is an authoritative person who can provide an alibi."

…

Time passed quickly, the sun set, and the sky gradually darkened.

Jiang Xia followed the address and came to a coffee shop not too far from his home, then pushed the door and walked in.

Soon a lovely waiter came over, led him to sit down and handed him the menu.

Jiang Xia casually ordered food and drinks, then looked around the newly opened coffee shop, habitually observing the customers' bodies and calves.

After watching for a while, the wind chime on the shop door rang and a new customer came in.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xia heard two familiar voices.

Maori Kogoro snorted, took out the coupon from his pocket, looked at it, and complained to the first-grade student next to him: "Xiao Lan is out to play tonight, and there is no one to cook. Let's just eat here - I won a meal coupon here when I bought beer, and I heard that this restaurant tastes good. Eat honestly and don't run around again!"

Conan responded with an "OK~" in the tone and intonation of an elementary school student. He seemed to have adapted to his rejuvenated life very well.

The two quickly found a table and sat down.

After ordering, Maori Kogoro was still mumbling, "I originally wanted to go to a nightclub to drink beer, but now I have to take care of the kids. But I won a meal ticket in the lottery, and I feel like I'm wasting my luck if I don't use it... Tsk, that Xiaolan, can't she take you with her to the movies? Why did she have to force you on me!"

Conan sighed: "She said she was too tired recently and wanted to pray for good luck."

"Auspicious?" Maori Kogoro was puzzled. "What does this have to do with auspiciousness?"

Conan: "She said that whenever we are around, there will always be a case."

"What a superstition! This is just a coincidence!" Maori Kogoro blurted out, and after a pause, he added silently, "Even if someone really committed the murder, it must be Jiang Xia. What does it have to do with us?"

Jiang Xia, who was eavesdropping, said: "..."

...I'm just a freelancer, why are you being so humble?

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more strange, Jiang Xia turned around, leaned on the back of the chair, and greeted him in a friendly manner: "Uncle Maori, what a coincidence."

Mouri Kogoro: "?!"

Conan heard the voice, turned around and looked over, startled for a moment: "Jiang Xia? What are you doing..."

I wanted to ask as usual, "Why are you here?"

But before he asked, Conan thought of Jiang Xia's usual good luck and suddenly felt that he understood something.

(End of this chapter)