Gojo Satoru looked around.

With the relevant documents, he could take his students away easily - as long as they could be proven not to be suspicious. However, they were the ones closest to the victim, and according to Gojo Satoru's speculation, the police would most likely ask them to stay for a while on the pretext of cooperating with the investigation, while the other people at the scene who were not relatively suspicious could leave.

The man with the slit simply sat down on the sofa chair next to him. This small corner could block some of his sight.

He lowered his head, folded his hands across his chest, and fell silent, clearly saying, "Call me when you're done."

"Well, what should we do next..."

"Has a murder occurred?!" Another strong male voice came from outside the door.

A middle-aged man with a mustache stood at the door with his chest puffed out and showed his presence in a heroic manner.

He took a few steps to come in, but was stopped by the police at the door:

"Hey, I told you not to come in and disturb the scene..."

However, several other shadows also passed under the police officers at the same time. They were several young children, probably elementary school students. The boy who was at the end smiled apologetically at the police, "Sorry, police uncle... Actually, we were eating here just now and left our things in the store."

"Even so, you can't enter the crime scene without permission--"

The police officers were about to catch the kids when the mustache man said casually, "They are just a bunch of brats. It doesn't matter if we leave them alone."

The police officer, who was annoyed by his attitude, retorted: "No, you can't say that..."

"Compared to this, what's the matter with the murder?"

"How can we tell this to strangers?"

At this moment, a voice broke the police officer's dilemma.

"Oh? Isn't this Brother Mori? Long time no see, why are you in Yokohama?"

The older police officer at the back recognized the mustache man and greeted him in a friendly manner, "I heard that you are a detective now, but, no matter what, we can't let you in... Please be understanding."

"No, actually... I invited Mr. Maori to come here." Inside the store, a middle-aged man in a suit raised his hand. "I was feeling unwell just now, so Mr. Maori went to buy medicine for me."

"Is that so?" The policeman looked at him.

Maori Kogoro took out the unopened medicine box and said, "The receipt is also here. I'm still waiting for him to give me the money."

"Well... since we are related."

Finally, the police let him in.

Originally, Kogoro Mori had an appointment to meet with a client in the store to discuss something today. The children were sitting at another table. After they finished eating, they planned to go to the nearby game center to play. However, Ayumi said that she had forgotten a very important pendant, which was a souvenir given to her by a relative who went abroad, so everyone turned back.

Coincidentally, this table was right behind Yuji and the others.

At this time, the man with the slit mouth was sitting here quietly. He heard the chaotic footsteps, raised his eyes slightly, and saw a few children standing next to him.

"That..." The short-haired girl with a hairpin started to get stage fright when she saw his expression that said "no strangers allowed".

He had no ill will towards the child and asked, "What is it...?"

But this harsh sound seemed too scary for children.

The smarter, thin-faced boy at the back stepped forward and explained, "My friend seems to have dropped something here just now... Sorry, can we look for it here?" He scratched the back of his head embarrassedly after he said this.

"...Please go ahead." He turned his head to look at the window and ignored the children.

Conan, who arrived last, felt a strange sense of oppression when he saw the man with a slit mouth sitting by the window with his hands folded over his chest.

What was in front of him seemed not to be a young man, but a pool of muddy evil and disaster. Even if he sat quietly and did nothing, this strange feeling made his hair stand on end.

It was like a ferocious beast ready to pounce. If it opened its huge mouth with fangs exposed, any prey it saw would be torn to pieces.

His instinct told him to get away from this person as soon as possible.

Maybe because he stayed on her gaze for too long, the man slowly looked towards him.

A pair of blood-red eyes locked onto Conan.

...He didn't have to do anything and had no expression, but Conan still felt a chill down his spine.

It’s like, if you are being stared at by a lion, even if he has no intention of attacking you, would you relax?

Like a thorn in the back.

Xiao Bai tilted her head and looked at the nervous boy: "...Why are you looking at me?"

Unlike the nervous Conan, the man with the slit mouth just felt confused - he probably didn't know this kid, and judging from his reaction, he looked like he was completely frightened.

...Could it be possible that he knew me?

He leaned forward slightly: "Do you...know me?"

"No, no." Conan denied it reflexively. He wondered if he would be silenced if he said he knew him.

His mind raced to find an excuse: "I was just thinking... wouldn't big brother be hot dressed like this... haha, haha." He laughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment.

“Not hot.”

After realizing that the other party was not lying, the slit-mouthed man lost interest.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that maybe this boy was very inspired, so he was scared by him?

Oh...then you'd better be more friendly.

"Conan, you look so stupid." Kojima Genta, who was standing next to him, was lying under the table looking for him, but he saw Conan playing dumb.

His eyebrows were pressed into a straight line on his round face, but before he could continue complaining, he discovered the New Continent.

"Oh! Big brother is carrying a pair of scissors! What is this? So cool!"

Only then did Conan see: it was a pair of sharp scissors as long as an adult's arm, with part of the blade being reverse-edged, and it looked like it could easily remove bones and mince meat.

Rather than a pair of scissors, it is more like a slightly more delicate butcher's tool.

Conan didn't notice it because he was blocked by the windbreaker and he was sitting by the window. Now that he saw the murder weapon, his originally tense heart became even more tense.

"…Hey, there are dark marks on it. It feels like a weapon used by monsters in horror movies. It's covered in blood and stuff…" At this point, Kojima Genta showed a side of himself that was consistent with a child of his age. He seemed to have some terrifying associations, "Could it be possible that…"

"Yuanta!" Conan stopped him.

That mark looked like real blood no matter how you looked at it.

If Yuanta said something he shouldn't have said...

Hearing the commotion here, Fushiguro Megumi pretended to be calm and walked over with one hand in his pocket.

"...Mr. Yamashiro." He was not yet used to calling this man by his name, "Um..." He really wanted to say that you seemed to have been misunderstood by these kids.

(But, in a way, it seems that I have not been misunderstood... hmmm...)

"This is..." The man with the slit mouth looked at the boy who fell to the ground after being scared by him, and reluctantly told a white lie: "It's a prop."

“…Not true.”

Fushiguro Megumi: “…”

Such poor acting.

At this time, Ayumi also found what she had lost. She found that her companions were all frightened, so she looked at them blankly -

"...Conan-kun?"

"Have you found your things, Ayumi? Then we'll leave first. Sorry, ha, haha..."

Conan quickly laughed awkwardly, grabbed Kojima Genta, and then said to the other two companions: "Let's go quickly, we'll miss the appointment with the professor!" He took the lead and after a few steps he called out to the two who had fallen behind to catch up.

Fushiguro Megumi: “…”

The man with the slit mouth said nothing, but prepared to return to his previous position and continue waiting.

"Ah, that." Fushiguro Megumi hesitated, "...the incident just now has been resolved."

"?"

"There was a detective in the store who spotted the murderer right away. The police said we can leave now."

"..." Nodding, "... Really fast."

Fushiguro Megumi thought he had finished his expression, but a few seconds later, he added expressionlessly:

"As expected... the police are all garbage."

Fushiguro Megumi: “…”

He regretted the thought that he had just a few seconds ago that "this person is pretty good."

Looking at the man in front of her who fell silent again, Fushiguro Megumi suddenly felt a headache.

He had had enough of people like Gojo Satoru who talked so much that they couldn’t even fit in a bucket, so he naively thought that he would be able to get along with someone with a quiet personality—

However, the fact is that, being still young, he has not yet fully digested this kind of silent embarrassment.

...It's so embarrassing.

"So..." he asked tentatively, "We can go first."

"good."

But after learning more about it, Jiuyuan found out that the detective who immediately pointed out the criminal was not the mustache uncle, but a sloppy young man with a hat and curly hair sitting at the door of the store. He seemed to have been sleeping before, and after waking up, he realized that he was involved in the murder scene and pointed out the criminal.

...definitely not because I got a lot of snacks from the manager.

"Ok - let's reorganize and start the practical class!"

Completely unaffected by the incident just now, Gojo Satoru put his hands together and counted the students, whose number he could clearly see at a glance.

"Yes! One, two, three! Perfect! Oh, by the way, Mr. Kaidan who is playing with his phone over there, you should not act so decadent in front of the children. You should be more positive and healthy--"

"…It's a little strange to hear this coming from Gojo-sensei."

"indeed."

"But, Mr. Yamashiro is not a student. Oh, no, if you have a cell phone, would you like to exchange contact information with me?"

"Is this okay? It seems like you're being too familiar."

Inside the store, the detective placed the candy wrapper on the corner of the table and clicked the send button on the photo he had just taken.

Information Tips——

Sent successfully.

No one outside the store noticed this incident, as they were still discussing the arrival of the man with the slit mouth.

Yuji said frankly: "Because it's very novel! Since there is a man with a slit mouth, then other urban legends may also be true, right?"

Noroko seemed to have thought of something, and she opened her phone to search for information. As she searched, she said, "I remember seeing a post about Hanako a few days ago... I said it was absolutely impossible."

Megumi Fushiguro: "Aren't you a sorcerer..." Why do you think it's impossible?

Norose looked dissatisfied: "Because Hanako seems to love apples! This is obviously made up, right? Although it is said that the creation of stories nowadays emphasizes distinct characters, but isn't this too outrageous? This is not a girls' manga, such as "City-bound Boy Hana○-kun" or something like that -"

Before she finished speaking, the man with the slit mouth, who had been playing with his phone with little interest just now, walked up to her.

"...Hanako, the apple-loving girl, can you tell me the details?"

He spoke in a gentle voice, but Ye Rose felt a chill in her back for no reason.

"You can, but..."

At this moment, the young man in front of her had shining eyes, as if he was a monster whose tiredness had completely faded away.

The fangs are exposed.

The beast tilted its head and said seriously:

"Well...I have a friend I want to talk to."