Chapter 647 Nothing works
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After leaving the hot spring, almost everyone gathered together. Even Okazaki Naganobu, who was going back to write his manuscript, stayed with Okada Sumire. Even if they wanted to kill Furuya Shinnosuke, they had to pass through the living room where everyone was to get to the hot spring.
However, since everyone lives on the second floor, if they had the tools, they could still go down through the window and go around to the hot spring. But this immediately narrowed down the suspects to two people.
Conan felt that it couldn't be that simple.
Therefore, he temporarily ruled out 'drowning' as the cause of death.
There must be other methods he used to commit the crime, but he just didn't discover them.
There were no obvious external injuries on the deceased's body, so death by external object can be ruled out.
The last one is poisoning...
However, if the poison wasn't administered before everyone went to the hot springs, the entire operation would be similar to the murderer going to the hot springs and drowning the person.
There was plenty of time before heading to the hot springs, enough for the murderer to poison the food, especially since everyone had acted alone at some point.
As Conan pondered this, he glanced at Chizuru beside him, who was breathing heavily, yawned, rolled over, and closed his eyes.
Chizuru lay on her side with her back to Conan, appearing to be fast asleep, but in reality, her mind was perfectly clear.
I couldn't sleep to begin with, and now I can't sleep at all.
He opened his eyes, stared at what was in front of him, his pupils dilated, and began to let his thoughts wander.
Commonly known as spacing out.
After a while, once he was sure Conan was asleep, he slowly lifted the covers and got out of bed.
He opened the bag on the table next to him, took out the medicine bottle inside, and slowly left the room.
As soon as he closed the door, he couldn't stop coughing.
Qianzhu hesitated for a moment, then left the second floor in the darkness.
As he descended into the living room, he turned his head slightly to look at the corridor leading to the hot springs.
There was a faint light from a flashlight there.
After looking at it for a few seconds, a slight smile appeared on his lips.
However, he didn't intend to do anything proactively. He simply walked to a sofa, sat down, opened the medicine bottle, poured out the medicine, and took it.
After a while, a dark figure walked over with a flashlight, seemingly having finished his business and planning to return to his room.
The shadowy figure moved stealthily and cautiously up the stairs. After only two steps, the beam of his flashlight allowed him to glimpse a person sitting on the sofa in the living room next to the stairs.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and he abruptly shone the flashlight onto the sofa—
There was no one there.
But he was still worried, so he carefully stepped into the living room and began to search.
Just then!
A cool hand gently patted his shoulder!
The shadowy figure froze on the spot, its neck twisting uncontrollably.
Then he vaguely saw a gentle smiling face.
Startled, he turned and took a few steps back, shining the light on the person behind him. But suddenly he tripped over something and fell to the ground.
Chizuru raised her arm to shield her eyes, and after her eyes adjusted to the somewhat blinding light of the flashlight, she looked at Okada Sumie, who was holding a flashlight and had gone to the crime scene.
He smiled slightly, looking very gentle. "Ms. Okada? What are you doing here so late?"
He went over and helped the person up.
Okada Sumi looked at him with surprise and suspicion. "You...you too, what are you doing here?"
After helping her up, Chizuru sat back down on the sofa. Hearing this, she shook her head slightly with a hint of helplessness. "I couldn't sleep and was afraid of waking Conan, so I came here to stay. I just didn't expect to find you, Ms. Okada."
"You...you saw it all?" Okada Sumi asked cautiously, shining her flashlight on the ground while secretly hiding her other hand behind her back.
No, not at all.
Qianzhu shook his head; his slightly pale face and gentle smile made him look extremely harmless.
Okada Sumire almost believed him.
“However, I know you just went to the crime scene, and I know what you were planning to do there,” Qianzhu said with a smile. Seeing Okada Sumire’s panic level rise instantly, his smile deepened slightly.
"Don't worry, I know you're not the murderer, but if you don't hurry back to your room, be careful not to catch a cold dressed so lightly."
Upon hearing this, Okada Sumire paused for a moment, looked at Chizuru suspiciously, and tentatively asked in a low voice, "You...you won't tell anyone?"
Qianzhu raised her head slightly and chuckled softly, "Of course not. Miss Okada isn't the murderer, why would I tell anyone?"
Although Okada Sumie wasn't sure if she could believe what he said, she thanked him anyway and hurried back to her room.
After all, she hadn't gone to get her coat so as not to wake Okazaki Naganobu, and now she was freezing.
After she left, Qianzhu heard a soft door close upstairs, and then silence fell again.
He turned his head to look out the window.
The snowstorm has gradually subsided and it looks like it will stop soon.
However, the wind was still blowing against the glass window, causing it to tremble slightly.
Qianzhu withdrew his gaze and leaned quietly against the sofa. Even in the darkness, one could see that his face was gradually turning pale.
Her hands were almost cold, which explains why Okada Sumie was so frightened that she fell over.
He bent over slightly, leaning against the sofa armrest. Beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. It felt as if insects were gnawing at his internal organs. Intense pain surged through him, causing his body to twitch slightly.
Apart from being pale, sweating, and trembling slightly, his emotions and expressions were normal, and he did not look like someone suffering from illness.
After an unknown amount of time, Qianzhu finally stood up, casually applied a cleaning product to her body, and slowly returned to her room.
Because illnesses arising from world consciousness can be resisted or transferred, but those that are inherent cannot.
That's something that can't be relieved no matter what method is used.
Qianzhu lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.
No one knows what he did during that time.
Okada Sumi, who had only seen him briefly, was completely baffled, seemingly genuinely believing his claim of not being able to sleep.
It was less than three hours until dawn.
Qianzhu had his eyes closed, but that didn't mean he was asleep.
Despite his seemingly normal routine, he didn't sleep all night, and when the clock struck six in the morning, he got out of bed.
When Conan woke up, he didn't see Chizuru. After getting up and washing up, he came to the living room and found that Chizuru was sitting on the sofa drinking hot tea and chatting with the butler.
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