Chapter 463
Yumi Miyamoto had been on edge ever since the floor was determined, and now, upon discovering the room number of the crime scene, her expression turned even more somber, revealing her determination to end the matter quickly.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as she wanted.
This case appears to be a suicide.
The woman of the house died by hanging herself. She even wrote a suicide note. The handwriting was a bit messy, but it looked like it was written by her.
Conan Edogawa, who arrived a step ahead of the police, raised an objection.
"But this doesn't seem right, does it? The suicide note was torn from this notebook, but the tear doesn't match up. And judging from the old scraps of paper in the trash can, she used to only sign her name when she wrote things, but this time she suddenly wrote her full name, which seems a bit strange to me..."
The deceased's husband was somewhat speechless: "These are suicide notes, so they're definitely different from ordinary messages. It's normal for them to be more formal, right?"
Conan Edogawa paused for a moment: "Uh...that makes sense, but the gap still doesn't match up."
Miyamoto Yumi took a deep breath and looked at the helper she had specially brought in: "Mr. Hanchuan, what do you think?"
Hanchuan Shenliu thought to himself, "Regardless of whether the reason is far-fetched or not, since Edogawa Conan raised an objection, it definitely wasn't suicide!"
With the wife dead, the husband is undoubtedly the prime suspect.
When he saw his husband, he could tell from his micro-expressions and body language that the man was feeling guilty.
“There is definitely a problem.” Hanchuan Shenliu stared at the deceased’s husband. “Now we can narrow down the suspects.”
The deceased's husband broke out in a cold sweat.
Yes, the person was indeed murdered. It could be said to be an impulsive act, or it could be said to be premeditated.
His wife mortgaged their house to buy stocks. Yesterday, he got into an argument with her in a fit of anger, and she ended up hitting him in the eye with an ashtray.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity.
Four years ago, his wife wrote a suicide note because the plane she was on was suspected of crashing. Although it was never used, he still saw the note.
The suicide note contained several key points. First, it expressed the hope that he would recover well—because he had broken his bone, and now he was injured again. Second, it expressed the hope that his son would pass his exams—four years ago his son was taking the university entrance exam, and now his son was taking his driver's license test. Third, it expressed the hope that a relative's child would wear her kimono on Shichi-Go-San (the anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China). Four years ago, that child was three years old, and now he is seven, which is just right!
He felt that this was a golden opportunity.
Heaven gave him this opportunity to kill his wife, get rid of her, and then use this suicide note from four years ago to fake a suicide!
He thought he had done a perfect job. He deliberately accompanied the housekeeper to buy groceries, then pretended to go to the smoking room to wait for her to finish shopping. In fact, he secretly slipped back to kill her. There was a suicide note, so it didn't matter if some details were not perfect. Didn't you see that the policeman just now thought it was suicide?
Now, a student and a young man who looks like the opposite of a policeman are here, singing a different tune!
The police were one thing, but everyone in Japan knows that Japanese police are inefficient and generally incompetent. They tend to do things the simplest way possible. If they can determine it's suicide, they will never create trouble for themselves by conducting an autopsy. He felt that his arrangements were enough to make the irresponsible Japanese police close the case as a suicide.
But this young man with a dangerous aura made him feel uneasy—he seemed to have a habit of committing crimes.
Such a person might have more "experience in this area" and could see through his plans, only feeling a little safer if they find a way to squeeze him out.
The moment the other person walked in, the way they looked at him terrified him, and now they were talking about identifying a suspect...
If he doesn't get the person away soon, he's worried the police will be able to tell who the criminal is just by looking at his expression!
The deceased's husband took a deep breath and mustered his courage to say, "I'm sorry, it's one thing for traffic police to handle cases, but this...this..." He didn't even dare to look at Han Chuan Shenliu, but everyone knew who he was talking about. "In what capacity is this person involved in the case?"
Miyamoto Yumi then realized that she had been in such a hurry to solve the case and leave that she had forgotten to introduce herself.
But you can't entirely blame her! Because when she led Han Chuan Shenliu into the room, the male host didn't raise any objections at all, did he?
If the deceased's husband knew what Miyamoto Yumi was thinking, he'd probably spit out blood—was he saying he had no objections? He was just too terrified to react!
Before Miyamoto Yumi could even introduce them, the Junior Detective League, whose "Dark Aura" effect was actually weakened because they simply categorized Suikawa Shinryu as a good person, started speaking very enthusiastically.
"Mr. Kankawa is an advisor to the Metropolitan Police Department!"
"Amazing!"
"He used to be an elite criminal investigator!"
The deceased's husband, watching the elementary school students excitedly praising Kankawa Shinryu, was suddenly overcome with self-doubt.
Huh? Huh? ? ?
Is it him or these elementary school kids who are acting strangely?!
Why is it that he doesn't even dare to look at that Mr. Han Chuan's face, but these elementary school students aren't afraid at all?!
He's not even as good as an elementary school student?!
Or is it because he was overly sensitive to the color red after killing someone, and disliked the other person's eyes giving him a bad psychological suggestion, causing him to overthink?
He's a consultant for the Metropolitan Police Department after all... He can't really be that terrifying, right?
The deceased's husband, driven to despair by the elementary school student, took a deep breath, composed himself, and looked up at Han Chuan Shenliu again: "So it's the consultant... sir..."
Dark red eyes were watching him.
When he dared not look at the other person, it seemed as if the other person was always looking at him.
Like a blood-red moon, quiet and oppressive, it gazed upon him persistently.
This fact somewhat broke his defenses.
It's not my imagination!!! This person is terrifying!!! What's wrong with those elementary school kids?!
Yumi Miyamoto asked, "Are you alright? You look terrible."
Although the deceased's husband was pale and looked panicked, she thought it was a common reaction for someone seeing Han Chuan Shenliu for the first time. After all, she was just a traffic police officer and wasn't particularly perceptive in this regard.
However, having seen more of Conan Edogawa, he is better able to distinguish between simple fear and the fear of being exposed.
Conan Edogawa: "………………"
Okay, the culprit is most likely this husband... What a disappointing outcome.
But the people in the First Investigation Division probably really like Mr. Kankawa; they feel that just standing at the scene and observing the suspects' reactions can save them a lot of trouble.
Next comes the evidence and the modus operandi...
Meanwhile, Yumi Miyamoto, a traffic police officer, has already taken on the role of a detective and started a day trip experiencing what it's like to be a detective: "Well, so, who has a house key?"
The deceased's husband stiffly pulled his gaze away from Han Chuan Shenliu: "Me, my wife, my son, and the maid."
The housekeeper, named Sakura, whom her friend, a traffic policeman, had called over, suddenly interjected, "There's a spare key in the mailbox, which requires a password to open... Actually, the neighbor next door knows the password too. I accidentally dropped the note with the password written on it before, and he reminded me when I forgot the password yesterday, because he said he could memorize it all at a glance..."
Miike Naeko was even more eager to leave than the deceased's husband, who was the criminal: "Then I'll go call the neighbor next door! What's his room number?"
"Wait! Wait a minute!" Miyamoto Yumi was too late to stop her and could only hide in the open doorway, watching Miike Naeko ring her neighbor's doorbell.
Han Chuan Shenliu said quietly, "Your ex-boyfriend?"
"...How...how did you know?" Miyamoto Yumi exclaimed in surprise. "I definitely didn't tell you!"
"Your reaction is quite obvious." Han Chuan Shenliu realized, "You just don't want to attract his attention, so you called me to finish this quickly?"
Yumi Miyamoto pouted: "Yes, it looks like we failed."
When the door next door opened, a young man with messy black hair appeared.
Most of his clothes were quite modern, but he wore a green haori on the outside, a combination that made Conan Edogawa's lips twitch.
I almost thought it was Brother Bo Ye!
However, even though they both have a Japanese-Western eclectic style, why does this neighbor's outfit look perfectly normal, while Bo Ye's inexplicably looks terrible? — It must be a problem with the color scheme and accessories, right?!
Sometimes, having too much stuff just creates a sense of clutter rather than refinement...
The moment this neighbor saw Yumi Miyamoto, his previously indifferent expression instantly changed, and he rushed over with starry eyes, exclaiming, "Yumi-chan!"
Oh my god! What kind of nickname is that! It's so sticky and gooey!
In an instant, everyone present except the young couple was bombarded with their PDA.
Yumi Miyamoto rudely pushed her neighbor aside: "I'm here on a case, don't get in my way!"
"Yumi..."
With the sticky suspect in tow, the group returned to the crime scene.
"Miss Miyamoto." Kagawa Shinryu suddenly spoke, gesturing for Miyamoto Yumi to come over for a private chat.
In an instant, the neighbor's eyes—Hideyoshi Haneda—sharpened.
He calmly sized up Han Chuan Shenliu, then subtly frowned.
It's impossible that he didn't notice the other person's striking presence. He just initially thought the other person was a suspect, but later overheard other people talking and learned that the other person was a consultant from the Metropolitan Police Department.
To be honest, it feels very complicated. Now that the other person seems to be whispering something to his girlfriend, he feels even more complicated.
But Miyamoto Yumi didn't care what her ex-boyfriend's feelings were. It was a perfect excuse for her to get rid of the clingy guy, so she immediately shook off Haneda Hideyoshi and walked towards Samikawa Fukari: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"
“It’s not related to the case,” Hanchuan Shenliu said. “I’m just reminding you that although you said he was your ex-boyfriend, he doesn’t seem to realize that.”
"...Huh?" Yumi Miyamoto was speechless. "He hasn't contacted me since we broke up, and now he's saying he still considers me his girlfriend? Does he think a girlfriend is someone he can go for centuries without contacting?!"
Actually, Miyamoto Yumi had a premonition about these things, but since no one pointed it out, she didn't dwell on it too much. However, now that Hanakawa Shinryu had said it so clearly, Miyamoto Yumi instantly felt her emotions being stirred up, and she became extremely angry.
So she glared at Hideyoshi Haneda and turned to find Naeko Miike.
Haneda Hideyoshi: "…………"
He remained silent for a moment, then slowly walked to Han Chuan Shenliu's side.
"Mr. Hanchuan...right?" He offered a polite smile. "May I ask what you and Yumi were talking about just now?"
"Some meddlesome remarks."
Haneda Hideyoshi "......???"
Most people wouldn't admit to meddling so directly, would they?
This person's personality is quite different from the impression they give off.
Haneda Hideyoshi became interested: "Then, Mr. Kankawa, would you also like to meddle in my business?"
The dangerous young man with deep red hair pondered for a few seconds: "...Why don't you introduce her to your parents? Is it because your family members are all unable to do so?"
Haneda Hideyoshi: "..."
It's really inconvenient... His family situation is rather complicated...
Just as Hideyoshi Haneda was struggling with his decision, the young man spoke again.
"Speaking of which, your eyes look very familiar, and your appearance is somewhat similar to someone I've met before, to the point that I suspect you might be related..."
Haneda Hideyoshi's pupils suddenly contracted.
Your family members are unable to contact you... but have seen someone who looks a lot like you... a relative...
And this kind of temperament is very similar to the kind of people that the older brother, Shuichi Akai, would come into contact with.
Could this person know something?!
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Update time is gradually approaching the mortal realm...
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The surname Haneda Hideyoshi comes from the fact that he was adopted into the Haneda family, was an adopted son of the Haneda family, and knew about Akai's faked death.
That's outrageous.
Even her own mother didn't know...
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