Chapter 71 The

second page is the autopsy report, and the time of death perfectly coincides with the testimony of the eyewitness.

The third page is the test record of Berle Tower, and the fingerprints on the wooden warehouse confirm that it belongs to Kitahara Yuki.

The rest is empty.

The fourth page is the report on the smoke reaction on the suit jacket.

After that are scattered testimonies of THREE CLUB staff and trace detection records. There is

almost no reference value. Kitahara Yuki flipped through them carelessly, and the rustling sound of the papers sounded a bit old.

Until there was a knock on the door.

He held his chin with his hand, his elbow resting on the desk, and said in a calm voice, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the person who came in was not Kazami Yuya.

The man was sturdy, tall and burly. He has a neat buzz cut, his hair is gray, and underneath is a beard of the same color. There

is an obvious burn scar on the right side of his face, and he wears a pair of glasses with rigid frames. When he squints at people, a strong sense of oppression comes over him.

"Good day, Mr. Kita, I'm Kuroda Heibei."

Kitahara Yuki put away his hands and crossed his arms across his chest, "It's you, the police officer who asked Zero to test me with an old unsolved case."

Although he had heard of Kitahara Yuki's abilities a long time ago.

But the fact that his identity was revealed at a glance gave Kuroda Heibei a big shock.

"Your abilities amaze me, and I'm glad you can stand on the side of the public security."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, "No wonder Zero is so good at talking, it turns out he has a boss who is even better at talking."

These words were neither humble nor arrogant, and they made people feel very comfortable.

Kuroda Heibei smiled. The one who was best at talking was the one in front of him.

He said, "Do you need help with the THREE CLUB case?" He

went straight to the point without any procrastination.

Kitahara Yuki liked dealing with such people. He didn't have to think too much. Even if the person in front of him just showed this attitude deliberately, he was extremely alert in his heart.

"No need." Kitahara Yuki leaned back, and the back of the chair sank slightly with the movement. "I have found the evidence."

Dongdong-

Kitahara Yuki looked in the direction

of the sound. Kazami Yuya was carrying a shopping bag, with one hand raised to keep knocking on the door. He stood awkwardly at the door until Kuroda Heibei said to come in, and then the honest public security greeted him with a smile.

"Mr. Kuroda, good afternoon."

Kuroda Hei nodded, turned to Kitahara Yuki, and continued the previous topic, "What evidence?"

Kitahara Yuki took the shopping bag from Kazami Yuya, inserted his hands in the middle and then expanded them to both sides, picked up three cans of black coffee and a bag of yogurt.

He gave two cans of coffee to the police officer present, and put the remaining two in front of him.

Pulling the pull ring, Kitahara Yuki took a small sip, took out the test record of Berle Tower, and handed it to Kuroda Hei, "This is the evidence."

Obviously, the other party could not keep up with his jumping thoughts, and his eyes were questioning.

Kazami Yuya took two deep breaths.

What happened? In

the time it took to buy a cup of coffee, witnesses and evidence gathered, and the case with a ridiculous and credible motive for the crime was overturned?

Bizarre and terrifying.

The Japanese police were completely useless.

The First Investigation Division was still interviewing the THREE CLUB staff, and the public security was helpless.

In a blink of an eye, the suspect solved

the case himself. "Since you are Zero's superior, I can explain it reluctantly, even though it's boring."

Kitahara Yuki stood up and moved his legs, and the blood that was blocked due to sitting for a long time began to flow again.

"The marks on the Ber. L. Tower are too clean. In the booth, I once forced a staff member to drink a glass of bourbon whiskey. He should be impressed by this."

Kitahara Yuki stopped talking and rummaged through the A4 paper in front of him. After a moment, he pulled out the staff member's confession and pointed to one of the lines.

"During this period, my hands were stained with bourbon and this gentleman's saliva, and I didn't wash them afterwards."

The information was connected, and Kuroda Heibei understood instantly, "If you are the murderer, there will be traces of bourbon on Berle Tower, but there are no other traces in this report except fingerprints."

After a moment of silence, he added, "But you need to prove that you didn't wash your hands at that time."

Kuroda Heibei's eyes fell on Kitahara Yuki's bony fingers.

The flesh-pink nails were round and clean, and the fingertips were soft without any hair cobwebs, like white porcelain, which easily aroused the desire to break them.

Kitahara Yuki moved his fingers and pulled out the test report of the suit jacket.

"I told Takagi that this thing will bring surprises. You can check whether there are traces of bourbon and other people's DNA on this clothes and then you will know."

Amuro Toru also knew about this, but he was slow to react this time. What affected the other party's judgment?

Kitahara Yuki didn't want to think about it carefully and focused on [Skill: Luck 3%]

. Thanks to this skill, the key evidence was preserved by such a coincidence.

He said: "I need to thank the information gap with Prisoner A, otherwise I can only admit defeat this time. Either something happens to me, or Zero's undercover identity is exposed. I hate this kind of choice."

No one will like this choice.

Kuroda raised his eyes and looked at Kitahara Yuki, "Do you care about zero?"

After saying that, he glanced at the clock on the wall with his peripheral vision. From the moment he entered Furiya Rei's office, Kitahara Yuki mentioned zero three times in just eight minutes.

He withdrew his gaze and fell on Kitahara Yuki, whose muscles were tense and his expression was dazed.

This expression brought back his memories. When he first realized his feelings for his significant other, he had the same expression in the mirror.

Young and ignorant.

Kitahara Yuki pursed his lips, and the other party's searching and understanding eyes focused on him, and a trace of confusion slowly emerged in his heart.

"...He's my friend, of course I care about him."

Subconsciously kneading his steaming earlobes, he controlled his facial muscles, lengthened the tail sound, and sounded very relaxed.

Kuroda Heiwei smiled but said nothing.

Kazami Yuya tried his best to reduce his presence.

The atmosphere was a little weird, and he didn't dare to show up.

Kuroda Heiwei sorted out the documents scattered on the desk and said, "I will investigate the THREE CLUB case according to your ideas. I heard from Furuya that you like mysteries and excitement. If you are bored, you can take Kazami to the archives."

So tolerant?

Kitahara Yuki side-glanced, observing Kuroda Hei's every move, "It's a lie, it's not Zero who said that, it's obviously you who read my file."

After a pause, he added, "You read it every day, and you are extremely wary of me."

Kuroda Hei put a stack of A4 papers into a brown file bag, tied the string and clipped it under his armpit, "Little friend, I just saw that you were too nervous, so I said something to divert your attention. This is a white lie from an adult."

Kitahara Yuki's chattering mouth closed, and it was pulled into a straight line in displeasure.

Where is the nervousness?

He just controlled his facial muscles very well, and his tone was not broken.

It was simply nonsense and lies.

Relax, this is just an interrogation method of the public security, and the other party did not see through his emotions.

"Just now, your ears were so red that they were bleeding." Kuroda Hei smiled and met Kitahara Yuki's dark eyes that suddenly looked over.

The pupils suddenly narrowed, the eyelid muscles tightened, and the eye lines became smooth and rounded, like a cat that had done something bad and curled up its paws with an innocent look on its face.

The black-haired young man put down his hands that were folded across his chest, lowered his eyelids, and closed his whole body in the half-dark light. "Are you here to say these things to me?"

Kitahara Yuki opened the distance between the two, crossed the wet ground, and decisively interrupted Kuroda Hei before he could speak.

"No." He answered himself in a low voice, "You want to see through my eyes if your disguise is flawed."

Kazami Yuya was frightened by Kitahara Yuki's words and almost jumped up. He quickly reached for the pistol on his waist with a look of alertness.

What does that mean?

Kuroda Hei was impersonated by someone else?

"You love black tea, and your hobbies are fishing and chess. You were seriously injured and it took you about ten years to recover." Kitahara Yuki's scrutinizing eyes fell on Kuroda Hei's burned right eye and right face.

"You have a wife who shares your heart and soul with you, and you miss her very much, but you cannot contact her due to force majeure. Although you have tried to cover it up, you look a lot like a friend I know, and you are related by blood. I think Akai--"

"Enough." Kuroda Heihei interrupted Kitahara Yuki and refused to hear the remaining two words.

The father-son relationship with Shuichi cannot be exposed, as it will bring danger to his child.

He closed his eyes to hide the shock in his eyes.

It was just a meeting, but Kitahara Yuki was able to deduce so many things.

Fortunately, the other party stood on the side of the Public Security Bureau, not the organization.

If Kitahara Yuki sided with the organization...

he couldn't imagine the situation at that time.

"I'm sorry, I deliberately said those words to make you embarrassed." Kuroda Heihei said seriously, with a sincere tone.

Kitahara Yuki: This is not an apology, this is revenge!

Yuya Kazami: Was Kitahara Yuki shy just now?

"Only you and I know about this. If you don't tell him, I won't tell Furuya either."

What it was and who 'he' was referring to, both of them knew it.

Kitahara Yuki was waiting for this sentence. After achieving his goal, his muscles relaxed and his desire to talk dropped sharply. Fortunately, the other party was smart enough to leave the office.

He even took away Yuya Kazami who was hesitant to speak.

Furuya Rei's office was suddenly quiet.

Kitahara Yuki released his strength and lay softly on the desk, his fair face pressed against the clean and tidy desk, squeezing out faint marks.

Reason told him that Amuro Toru liked him, and he also had a good impression of Amuro.

His instincts told him that Kuroda Hei's eyes were blurry, and his feelings towards Amuro were just based on friendship.

So annoying.

**

The night fell quietly, and the moonlight poured down, covering the old courtyard, with layers of stacked low and old buildings hidden in the dark night.

Three shadows were projected on the rough light yellow walls, and then slowly moved and drilled into the office in the old courtyard.

Amuro Toru walked to the desk while observing the surroundings.

Nervous and quick in action.

He turned the old-fashioned latch on the drawer, pulled out a wire, twirled it a few times, and then there was a crisp click.

"It's open!" Conan raised the last syllable of his voice and opened the drawer.

Hearing this, Shuichi Akai, who was on guard at the door, straightened his sideways body and walked towards the desk.

The three of them cast their eyes on the thing on the table.

An old and thick photo album.

The photos inside were reflected in the shrunken pupils, like an old movie that was suddenly projected, slow and jerky.

[Rin Sugawa (Vest No. 2): Modeling value 81%]

[Isuji Shimizu (Vest No. 3): Modeling value 21%]

[Isuji Shimizu (Vest No. 3): Modeling value 29%]