Chapter 1818 1825 [It's all his fault] Ask for monthly votesヽ(〃〃)~

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Kurosawa Hema clenched his fists in anger, muttering to himself: "It must be that bastard!"

Jiang Xia overheard with sharp ears, guessed who he was talking about, and whispered, "Who is it? Do you already have a suspect in mind?"

"...No." Kurosawa Hema took a deep breath and calmed down: After all, it is an internal matter of the organization and cannot be brought to other people to be resolved. Otherwise, in the end, they will become the objects to be resolved.

Kurosawa Hema's brains worked quickly: "I mean, it must be that bastard who sneaked onto the island at some point and scribbled on the walls with blood."

"Him." Matsuzaki Masahiko breathed a sigh of relief and consoled him, "You don't have to worry about that. We were all gathered around the window just now. The man was attacked from both sides and was too panicked. Unfortunately, he fell out of the window into the sea. Judging from the terrain there and the conditions of the waves today, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back alive."

Although the murderer's accidental death in the sea sounds like a tragedy, it obviously made everyone else on the island feel relieved, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed than before.

"It ended just like that." Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan were a little dazed: they didn't see the murderer kneeling on the ground and repenting for his life. They always felt that something was missing in the process of solving the case...

Other students who had experienced fewer incidents did not have as many emotions as her. Their feelings were much simpler - "We are saved!", "I can finally sleep well tonight!"

Influenced by them, the two female high school students finally felt a little relieved.

Suzuki Sonoko remembered something: "Tonight is actually the agreed return time. If we don't return on time, there will be a ship coming to the island tomorrow to check on the situation. If we set out at dawn, it won't take too long to arrive. By then, everyone will go back with the ship, and everything will be over."

Mao Lilan felt that this statement was a bit unlucky, so she quietly corrected him: "It's over, all that's left is to return."

"Yes, yes, it's over." Suzuki Sonoko nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking at rice, "Tonight must be Christmas Eve."

…

Kurosawa Hema had no idea whether others were safe or not.

Anyway, after everyone returned to their rooms, he rolled up his sleeves and went to where Hashimoto Maya was hiding in a menacing manner.

——Although those students said that the murderer fell to his death, according to their principle of "see the body if alive or dead", since the body has not been washed ashore from the sea, it is very likely that Hashimoto Maya is still alive.

…

In a remote house.

Maya Hashimoto looked at the wind and rain hitting the window, opened a bottle of Coke, tilted her head back and took a sip.

Before he could express his sorrow and grief through his drink, the door was pushed open forcefully.

"!" Hashimoto Maya turned her head suddenly and looked at Kurosawa Kazuma who appeared at the door, secretly alert, "What's wrong?"

Kurosawa Hema snorted coldly: "At this point, you still want to play dumb?"

"..." Hashimoto Maya thought of the burly figure who was carried by someone in the rain just now. She was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized a sense of fate that was indeed the case. "Is Inozuka dead?"

Kurosawa Hema clenched the stick in his hand: "You ask even though you know the answer."

Hashimoto Maya saw the clue: "...You don't think I killed him, do you?"

Kurosawa Kazuma: "Who else could it be but you?"

Maya Hashimoto was fed up with these stupid colleagues who couldn't reason and only relied on intuition to find the murderer, but their intuition was not very good: "I stayed in the room the whole time and didn't leave at all. Besides, it was raining so hard, and the ground was full of water. Should I chant a waterproof spell, fly over on a broom and kill people, and then fly back?"

"Don't tell me those British fairy tales!" Kurosawa Hema stared at this beastly hybrid. He thought he was a good-tempered person. "I never told you where Inozuka died, but you seem to know that he didn't die in this building, but somewhere else that you had to go in the rain. You know so much, and you still say you're not the murderer?"

Hashimoto Maya had to re-evaluate this colleague: "..." He can reason, but not completely. He only believes what he wants to believe, and he has forced himself to find "evidence" that is not rigorous at all... Isn't this even worse!

He looked at Hei Ze and Ma's murderous looks, and felt his head was about to explode. He could only sigh: "The reason why I know that the murderer needs to kill in the rain is because more than an hour ago, I saw someone carrying a pig mound walking through the rain - on the path over there.

"And regardless of how I knew that, you should know his itinerary, right? Inozuka definitely didn't stay in the building I was in tonight. In other words, whether he went from here to the place of death or the place where the body was dumped, he had to go through the rain and mud. And if I wanted to kill him or dump the body, I would also have to go through the heavy rain. But in fact, in my room, except for the wet footprints you stepped on when you came in just now, there is nothing related to rain and mud. I am not the murderer, do you understand?"

Kurosawa and Ma frowned and thought for a moment.

However, it may be that Hashimoto Maya's words were too long and people didn't want to listen carefully, or it may be that Kurosawa Kazuma was angry, and thinking of all the bad luck they had encountered now, it was because they were guarding the boy in front of them... In the end, these words failed to convince him. The cold-blooded member of the organization snorted coldly, raised his stick, and prepared to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

Maya Hashimoto looked at the approaching tall shadow: "..."

...Damn it, can you please send a normal person who can reason to be my teammate!

…

A few minutes ago.

When Kurosawa and Ma left the old hotel.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stood by the window, watching him disappear into the distance.

Then, after figuring out the direction, he turned around and followed quietly.

"This person may be hiding some important clues." Conan whispered to Jiang Xia, "And did you notice the window sill that the murderer stepped on when he 'fell into the sea' not long ago..."

Jiang Xia nodded: "The corridor is full of muddy footprints, but there are none on the windowsill. The window is so narrow that it is impossible to jump over it. Unless he dived out like diving, he would definitely leave footprints on the windowsill. And now that the windowsill is so clean, it means that he may have just thrown his hat, mask and coat down, and then mixed in with the students in his true identity to create the illusion that the murderer has fallen into the sea and died."

Conan paused for a moment: "..." In the past, when he asked this question, the other party would answer "What did you find?" or "What's wrong with the windowsill?", and then he could give the answer smoothly.

Unfortunately, the neighbor walking next to him only allowed him to ask a question... and that was it.

Conan: “…” At times like this, I kind of miss Inspector Megure.

(End of this chapter)