Chapter 112 The Murder Occurs
She put her things on the table, then sat down and took the tissue Fushimi Ami handed her to wipe her sweat. "Ohara hasn't come down yet?"
"No, I don't know what he's looking for," Fushimi Ami replied.
Kuno Nayeyuki smiled.
What could they possibly be looking for? Of course, they'd be looking for death.
About five minutes later, Shotaro Ohara's voice suddenly came from upstairs.
"Xiaoyue! I found it! Can you come up and take a look?"
Kuno looked up at the stairs in confusion, smiled at the others, and got up to go upstairs.
Kuno Naya walked effortlessly to Ohara Shotaro's room and opened the door without any pretense.
Looking at the scene inside, her rosy lips curved into a smile.
After standing there admiring it for a while, she pretended to be frightened and screamed, then stumbled backward and fell to the ground.
"ah--!!"
Cough cough.
Not everyone can be the screamer; it's exhausting for your voice.
The people in the living room were startled, and the men sobered up considerably.
"Miss Kuno!" Ran was the first to stand up and run upstairs, where she saw Kuno sitting in front of the open door of the room, looking inside with a look of horror.
"Miss Kuno, what's wrong?" Ran ran over.
Kuno Naya stiffly raised her hand and pointed into the room, "There... there... Uncle Ohara..."
Xiao Lan helped her stand up, and when she turned her head to look, she was also startled. But after so many murder cases, her tolerance had improved a little bit.
She gently hugged the trembling Kuno, patting her back lightly.
"What happened?" The Mori and his companions, who had rushed over, looked into the house, and then their eyes changed.
Inside the room, fishing lines were hanging in all directions, and Ohara Shotaro was hanging from the rafters with fishing lines wrapped around his neck. His body, arms and legs were tied with twelve pink ribbons.
His eyes and mouth were wide open, he looked terrified, and his face was bluish-purple. Even without going forward to check, it was clear that the other person was already dead.
After all, the fishing line had cut into the flesh of his neck, and blood had seeped out, staining the line red.
"Call the police." Kogoro Mouri's face was serious. He carefully walked to the corpse, untangling the dense fishing lines, and touched his hand.
"The body was still warm, so it must have died not long ago."
Conan, who followed the corpse, stared sharply at the ribbon tied to its body.
Why would the murderer tie a bow on the corpse?
"Ohara!"
Several of Shotaro Ohara's friends exclaimed in disbelief.
"How...how could this happen? Who did this?" Fushimi Ami covered half her face and backed away, her wide eyes filled with disbelief.
Asaka Nakazato helped her up, her face also showing sadness, "How could something like this happen to Ohara..."
Kogoro, carrying Conan, returned to the corridor, his brow furrowed as he glanced at the four of them. "Have any unpleasant incidents happened between you and Mr. Ohara recently?"
"You suspect us? We've been together the whole time, haven't we? How could we possibly kill someone?" Yamamuro Konosuke spread his hands and looked at Mori with an ambiguous expression.
"Perhaps Asaka could, after all, she's been out for a full half hour." Matsuyama Kanta's eyes were sinister, and an enigmatic smile played on his lips.
"Matsuyama! How could Asaka possibly kill Ohara? Don't make baseless accusations!" Fushimi Ami frowned and glared angrily at Matsuyama Kanta.
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