"Just as I expected."
Looking at the photo in the album, Guangyou couldn't help but smile and said, "Although there's still no concrete evidence, I feel like it's pretty close to the truth!"
In the photo, Yuri Kuroki is sitting at a table arranging flowers in a vase, a radiant smile on her face. Below the photo is a caption that reads, "[Ms. Komiya taught Mom how to arrange flowers. Mom looks very happy, but unfortunately she had to go to school that day.]"
Overall, it looked normal, and Yuri Kuroki's flower arrangement was quite nice, but the direction of Yuri Kuroki's gaze told Kōsuke that she wasn't looking at the flowers, but at the photographer.
Judging from the notes below, the photographer is none other than the flower arrangement teacher named Xiao Gong.
Moreover, Kuroki Yuri's gaze towards the flower arrangement teacher was somewhat complicated. It might sound a bit mystical, but Mitsuyu genuinely believed that she had some unusual feelings for the photographer.
She looked as if Yuri Kuroki was expecting praise from her flower arranging teacher.
"Am I overthinking this?" Guangyou couldn't help but doubt himself. No one would believe this if he told them, because it was just too unbelievable.
The sixth sense is a mysterious thing, and even scientists in the past did not give a clear answer. Guangyou did not know whether his feeling could be called the sixth sense.
Anyway, when he saw that photo and thought about it more deeply, that thought just popped into his mind.
Mitsuyu, who was in a state of self-doubt, threw the question directly at Ai: "Ai, what do you think?"
"I felt that she didn't seem to care much about the flowers, but seemed to care a lot about the flower arrangement teacher's opinion."
This was Ai's first instinct upon seeing the photo. As a woman herself, Ai seemed to understand it to some extent, because she had similar thoughts.
Just like when she was learning to cook, she wasn't particularly interested in cooking at first.
She initially wanted to learn to cook because she wanted to take care of Guangyou. Rather than saying she liked cooking, it was more accurate to say she enjoyed the satisfaction Guangyou showed when he ate her food.
This photo gives Ai Haibara the impression that Yuri Kuroki learned flower arranging because she wanted to see her flower arranging teacher's smile or hear her praise.
“But we have no evidence…” Guangyou continued flipping through the photo album, and then he realized that the majority of the photos in the later ones were of him arranging flowers.
Moreover, in every photo, just like the one before, Yuri Kuroki's gaze is always fixed on the flower arrangement teacher named Komiya.
"What a coincidence... Doesn't he care about his own work at all?"
It would have been better if we hadn't flipped through the pages. The more we flipped through, the more suspicious she became. Guangyou even discovered that she was smiling and arranging flowers with Ms. Komiya the day before, but the next day she was taking a photo with her family with a smile that looked worse than a dead person's.
To be precise, Yuri Kuroki only shows that kind of smile when Kenji Kuroki is around. If it's just Tetsuya Kuroki, she behaves quite normally, at least like a mother.
"Maybe we're overthinking it?" Kōyū noticed that the back of the album was empty, so he closed it and said to Ai, "Let's go down and take a look. Maybe there's already been progress."
"Um."
...
Meanwhile, Conan was searching for clues all over the ground floor, leaving no corner unchecked, being very meticulous.
"Phone...phone..."
Remembering the phone call that Guangyou had mentioned earlier, Conan went to the landline in the living room, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pressed a few buttons to look at the call log.
The first phone call he saw was naturally from the man who had called earlier, which Conan knew. But the subsequent calls only had phone numbers, and he couldn't guess who was calling.
So what he was looking at wasn't the phone numbers, but the times when those calls were made. Conan's idea was simple: if someone had called Yuri Kuroki before she died, they might know something.
"The chances are too small, and if an accident had happened, that person would have called the police, instead of us having to find the body, unless the person she was talking to was the murderer."
Despite saying that, after reviewing the call log, Conan still dutifully took out a piece of paper from his bag and wrote down several phone numbers and call times that matched the time period.
The main reason is that there are very few clues at present, and Conan does not want to give up any information that may help solve the case.
Conan put away the note and continued searching for clues on the ground floor.
"Let's go out and take a look. See if there are any clues in the yard."
Thinking of this, Conan walked to the entrance hall to change his shoes and go out for a look. He had already checked almost every nook and cranny of the room, and now the only place he hadn't checked was the yard outside.
"Hmm? These shoes..."
Conan, who was about to change his shoes, suddenly noticed something strange about a pair of gray fur slippers on the ground. The gray fur on one of the slippers seemed to be mixed with some dark red.
Conan crouched down, picked up the slipper, and as he ran his fingers over the soft fur, he noticed that the base of a small section of the fur, about half the size of a fingernail, had turned dark red.
"Is this...blood?"
The experienced Conan quickly visualized the scene in his mind, then glanced at the neatly categorized shoe cabinet and asked himself, "This family is quite particular; they have special slippers for guests. So whose shoes are these?"
"Kuroki Tetsuya and Kuroki Yuri's shoes are the same style as these shoes, just different in color and size. So, could these shoes belong to Kuroki Kenji?"
"If it really is his..."
Thinking of this, Conan narrowed his eyes, which seemed to gleam. "Could it be him? I have a motive, but without evidence, I can't be sure."
"Could it be that someone else wore his shoes to frame him? No, these shoes were clearly washed, otherwise that area should be all red..."
"Deliberately washing it to frame Kenji Kuroki? That doesn't make sense either. If the murderer were that cunning, they wouldn't have made such a basic mistake as holding the knife upside down."
"Damn it!" Conan deduced many possibilities in his mind, each explaining the current situation, but he couldn't be certain. He sighed, "There are still too few clues. If only there were just a little more, I could catch the culprit, but... sigh..."
Just as he was fretting, Takagi, who had gone out to investigate, returned.
"Conan, what's wrong? Why do you look like that?" Takagi bent down and asked, "Do you want to go home? Or should I find someone to take you home?"
Seeing that the case was making some progress, Conan couldn't bear to go home so easily. He had a sudden idea and picked up the fluffy slippers to show Takagi: "No, I did this because I accidentally got their shoes dirty just now."
After saying this, Conan was somewhat impressed with his own ability to adapt to changing circumstances. He could refuse Takagi's offer to take him home while simultaneously bringing the bloodstained slippers to the attention of the police.
That's killing two birds with one stone!
"Conan, this is just a minor matter...blood?"
Intending to comfort Conan, Takagi noticed the roots of the fur that appeared to be stained with blood, and her expression immediately turned serious. "I have to go tell Inspector Megure first."
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