Chapter 11 is available online, not in a rush.
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"You are the murderer! Ms. Takeo Masako!"
The patient's family member, Takeyuki Masako, suddenly lost her color in her eyes, a bead of cold sweat appearing on her forehead. She sneered, "The reasoning is correct, but it's just reasoning. You say I'm the murderer, but where's the evidence?"
Kurosawa watched this scene with half-moon eyes.
A classic scene of asking for a hammer and getting one in return.
"Evidence? The evidence is the paint that wasn't completely dry, which you rubbed off on the window when you used the rope to walk from this ward back to the downstairs ward!"
"I suppose the hemp rope you used also got some paint on it, and when you put the rope in your bag, paint residue shaped like the rope was left inside!"
Takehara Masako's pupils dilated in shock, and she involuntarily tightened her grip on her bag.
Inspector Megure watched her walk over with a sharp gaze. "Mind if I see your bag?"
Takeuchi Masako loosened her grip on her bag and collapsed to her knees, utterly exhausted. "It's all his fault, it's all his fault!"
She covered her face with her hands, tears streaming down her face.
Kurosawa yawned, bored.
He had no interest in watching her cry, kneel, and repent.
While everyone's attention was focused on Masako Takeuchi, who was "telling a story," he quietly left the scene.
Conan, who emerged from the corner, caught a glimpse of him leaving, frowned, and then followed.
Then he saw the other person enter Qianzhu's ward.
Conan: ?
He tiptoed to the door and brazenly eavesdropped.
"Huh? Brother Qianzhu got hurt? That was so careless~"
Qianzhu looked at the silver-haired boy standing beside the hospital bed and said slowly, "Did you come to see me just to say this?"
Kurosawa chuckled, looking down at Chizuru with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth. His empty eyes held a hint of yandere charm. "Of course not, I just hope you get hurt less in the future, otherwise it'll be a real problem for me~"
01, nestled in the crook of Qianzhu's neck, dared not utter a sound.
#What should I do if my host is so engrossed in acting again? I need help, it's not urgent.#
Kurosawa also moved closer to Chizuru, pressed his hand on Chizuru's injured shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Does it hurt?"
Qianzhu frowned slightly.
to be honest.
It doesn't hurt.
After all, the pain perception level is still 0.
Kurosawa: ...Oh right.
I glanced at 01 and gestured for it to turn on the pain sensitivity setting.
01 glanced at him, then lowered the threshold to 60%.
"hiss……"
Qianzhu gasped for breath; blood began to seep from the shoulder that Kurosawa was pressing down on.
Kurosawa paused for a moment, then slowly released Chizuru's shoulder.
"Well, as long as you reduce the number of times you get injured, that's fine. Of course, I'll also try my best not to get injured myself."
He propped himself up on the bed with both hands, his face less than two centimeters away from Qianzhu's, his smiling face resembling that of a little white fox.
Qianzhu clutched her aching shoulder, her amber eyes coldly fixed on him.
"You only dare to look at me like that because I can't do anything to you, but a traitor... is a traitor." Kurosawa whispered in his ear.
Her cute face wore a smile that resembled a devil.
Qianzhu gripped the bedsheet tightly with her other hand, her face pale with pain and covered in cold sweat. Her pupils contracted slightly at the other person's words.
He turned his face away, averted his gaze, and lowered his voice.
“I’m not like you. I didn’t do this voluntarily.”
The voice was so low that even Conan outside the door couldn't hear it.
He's full of questions right now.
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The end of the world is where the daffodils are!!! (Screams) (Loudly) (Shouts)
However, shipping should be done within one's own circle, and everyone should do their part to be rational.
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