Chapter 3598 3610 [Why Aren't They Dead Yet?]

Having successfully fooled them, Conan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded obediently, "That's right, I love helping Brother Jiang Xia the most!"

"Good boy." Dr. Sawaki patted his head, then took Ayumi Yoshida's hand and said to Conan, "Thank you, little knight, for bringing Ayumi here. It's getting dark soon, you should go home and eat. After the tooth extraction, I'll take Ayumi home."

Conan nodded: The dentist was actually alive, unlike the hairdresser who had died on the spot while preparing to work overtime not long ago... This surprised him.

To be fair, this unexpected turn of events is actually a good thing. The only pity is that we couldn't use today's flash of inspiration to track down that mysterious cadre.

The fake elementary school student sighed in disappointment, waved goodbye to Yoshida Ayumi, and planned to go to the shopping street to find Jiang Xia and the others, to see if poor teacher Judy had succeeded in restoring her reputation.

...But is Ms. Judy really completely innocent?

While Vermouth is most likely involved in the incident of secretly filming students, are those comics really just a coincidence?

Conan pushed up his glasses and suddenly felt that he himself was also a little confused.

"Forget it, with Jiang Xia with them, they should be able to find out the truth." Conan sighed.

"If all else fails, go to the bookstore and browse through the books one by one to see if you can run into the clerk who helped Ms. Judy pick out the comics—a foreigner who went to the store and had someone pick out such a big stack of those comics. Even a clerk who serves customers every day would surely remember her."

...

Dental clinic.

Dr. Sawaki had no idea what strange things the elementary school student was thinking. After closing the back door, she led Ayumi Yoshida to the lounge.

"I'll go prepare the medicine and tools." Dr. Sawaki pointed to the sofa in the lounge and smiled at Ayumi Yoshida. "You can rest here for a while."

Yoshida Ayumi nodded and went into the house alone.

Unlike the cool-toned operating room, this lounge was decorated like a cozy room. It contained a TV, sofa, and coffee table, and the curtains were a playful starry blue.

In this environment, Ayumi Yoshida relaxed a little. She sat on the sofa, looking left and right, and suddenly her face lit up with surprise: on the coffee table in front of her was a deck of cards with Kamen Rider designs printed on it—it was actually a Kamen Rider merchandise deck of cards.

"Wow!"

The young fans of "Kamen Rider" cheered with surprise. Ayumi Yoshida picked up the deck of cards, flipped through it, and quickly found a "Red Ace" with Kamen Rider printed on it.

She carefully placed the playing card into her pocket as if it were a talisman, then clasped her hands in prayer: "Masked Man, please lend me your courage so that my tooth extraction won't hurt!"

...

After a while, Dr. Sawaki prepared his tools, had Ayumi Yoshida lie down in the dental chair, and began to extract her tooth.

Amidst the pounding of the elementary school student's heart, the tooth was finally successfully extracted.

"Okay." Dr. Zemu put the tooth into a small, clear bag and handed it to her. "See, it doesn't hurt at all, right?"

Ayumi Yoshida breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She jumped off the chair, intending to go home, but suddenly let out a huge yawn: "Why am I so sleepy..."

"You were probably too nervous just now, so now that you've relaxed, you're exhausted." Dr. Zemu patted the child's head. "Why don't you go to the rest room and take a nap? I still need to tidy up the equipment. I'll take you back after I'm done."

Yoshida Ayumi nodded, but then suddenly remembered something, looked at her watch, and realized it was a little past 7 p.m.

She immediately forced herself to stay awake: "No, 'Kamen Rider' starts airing at 7:30, I can't sleep."

Dr. Zeki said helplessly, "There are still more than 20 minutes until 7:30, enough time for you to take a nap—I'll wake you up as soon as Kamen Rider starts playing."

"Hmm..." Yoshida Ayumi was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open, so she could only nod in agreement, "Okay then, don't forget, Sawaki-neechan."

The female doctor smiled and said, "Don't worry."

...

The elementary school student who had lost a tooth quickly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, in a law firm.

Attorney Shirai adjusted her non-prescription glasses, glanced at her watch, and realized it was already past 7 o'clock.

The meeting time she had arranged with the president was 7 p.m.

“Time has passed, but they haven’t called…” Curaçao sat at her workstation within the camera’s view, talking to a colleague who was working overtime, and relaxed as she thought, “Looks like he’s dead?”

Just as I was feeling quite happy, my phone, which was on the table, suddenly vibrated.

Curaçao glanced down and saw that the caller ID showed "Yoshihiko Nakamoto"—the client who insisted on inviting her to his home that night to discuss the matter.

Curaçao: "...?"

Wait a minute, how can he still make phone calls?

Is the person still alive?

...Or perhaps someone else was using President Nakamoto's phone to call him, such as the police who routinely check call logs after discovering a body?

After a moment of silence, Attorney Shirai reached out and casually accepted the offer.

A familiar voice came from the other end of the line. President Nakamoto pretended to be concerned, but actually reminded her, "Ms. Shirai, it's already 7:10. I noticed you hadn't arrived yet and was worried something might have happened to you on the way, so I called to check on you."

Curaçao: "..."

It was actually him!

He is really still alive!

...Uzo malfunctioned?

Or did that guy discover her little scheme and deliberately prevent the murder from happening?

After hesitating for a moment, Curaçao said, "I'm so sorry, I encountered a little unexpected situation and got so busy that I forgot the time—if you don't mind, let's postpone our meeting by an hour."

Across from him, President Nakamoto frowned. But then, as if remembering something, he chuckled silently.

He didn't really want to discuss the upcoming trial; preparations for that were already nearly complete. What he was more interested in now was the well-rounded but unassuming lawyer, Shirai.

The later Ms. Shirai arrived at his house, the later she left. The later it got, the easier it was to create a romantic and ambiguous atmosphere, making it easier to get her.

With that in mind, President Nakamoto agreed in a good mood: "Of course."

The two parties hung up the phone in a harmonious atmosphere.

Then one of them sat at home chuckling maliciously, while the other sneered in the office.

The honest and unassuming "Lawyer Shirai" had no intention of keeping the appointment at all.

If President Nakamoto calls back an hour later, he will receive the reply "delayed for another hour".