Chapter 2227 2238 [Uzo Appears]
The police officer rushed over to stop them, but at that moment, there was a "ding" sound in the curry plate, as if the spoon hit something.
Conan scooped up the hard object on the plate - and saw a bloody tooth lying quietly in the middle of the fried rice with distinct grains.
"What the hell is this!" The police officer was shocked, and then he realized, "Why is there a tooth here? Could it be that the deceased broke it when he was eating curry?"
Another policeman stroked his chin and reasoned like a detective: "An old man on the verge of mental collapse accidentally knocked out his teeth while eating, then his mentality collapsed and he hanged himself - this makes sense!"
Conan: "..." Am I risking being thrown out of the room by you to come here and ask you to rule this case as a suicide?
He sighed, and could only guide him secretly like an innocent child: "…………"
Conan: “???”
He touched his throat in shock: Why can't I make a sound all of a sudden?!
Vermouth looked at him: "..." I've told you not to overuse your throat during a cold. Silly boy, why don't you learn from Uzo how to protect your throat?
Although she suspected that Wu Zuo didn't speak, it was not to protect his voice, but for other reasons - perhaps because he thought it was unpleasant to speak with a hoarse voice...
Thinking of this, Vermouth was slightly startled and discovered a problem:
Cool Guy can't speak, and Uzo doesn't want to talk, so who will do the reasoning today?
They wouldn't really force her to switch careers from a doctor to a detective, would they? That would bring her too much attention from all sides, and she would still need this identity of a "new doctor".
But soon, Vermouth thought of another person.
——Isn’t there an FBI agent sitting downstairs?
Even though that guy isn't very smart sometimes, he's still a serious detective after all. It shouldn't be a problem for him to solve a case with only one suspect.
…
While they were still thinking, the two were driven downstairs one after another by the police.
Conan's face looked a little solemn, but when he remembered that Jiang Xia was sitting downstairs, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief - it was not a big problem, it was just one less chance to solve the case. At least this case would not be hastily concluded as a suicide.
When he arrived in the living room, Conan took out his cell phone and started typing, intending to tell Jiang Xia about the new clues he had just found upstairs. With these clues, solving the case would be a piece of cake.
When Conan fell into the river before, his right hand holding the umbrella twisted, so he could only type slowly with his left hand.
It took half a day to write a line. Conan looked at the progress and his face twisted slightly.
Fortunately, at this moment, a heavenly voice came from the side.
"Dr. Shinde" sat down at the coffee table where everyone was gathered, and then frowned and said, "This case is a bit strange - Conan actually found a tooth in the dinner plate. And the deceased's gums showed no signs of healing, it was as if they were just pulled out."
Conan was struggling with the phone keyboard: "!"
...Thank you, doctor, you are such a good person!
Moreover, this doctor was even smarter than he thought - perhaps realizing that there was only one suspect here, "Dr. Shinchu" also apparently began to suspect the tennis coach, so he sat down on his own side and deliberately lowered his voice when speaking, making it difficult for the tennis coach opposite to hear him.
The tennis coach couldn't hear it clearly, but Judy heard it clearly - Vermouth was sitting next to her. Although it was very normal for two teachers to sit next to each other, some intuition told Judy that these words seemed to be spoken specifically for her.
Judy: “…”…Trap?
What does this cunning witch want to do?
Or in other words, what does the Uzo behind her want her to do?
Although it remains to be discussed whether these two cadres are in cahoots with each other and to what extent, one thing is certain - they are both members of the dark organization, and each one is better at deceiving people than the other.
Judy's attention had gradually shifted to the case, but at this moment, she was suddenly awakened.
Judy: “…” You can’t get involved in this case!
Although she didn't know why Vermouth was trying to lure her into solving the case, in short, she should do the opposite of what these two dangerous people intended.
…
Next to her, Vermouth talked for a long time, but only attracted comments like "Wow! How scary." and "Is the food too sticky?" from Mouri Ran and Suzuki Sonoko.
Among the remaining people, Judy, the only one who looked reliable, was unexpectedly calm at this moment. She sat steadily on the tatami, as if her mouth was glued.
Vermouth: “…”Tsk.
She listened to the policemen whispering things like "Was it suicide?" and "It should have been suicide" and sighed silently: What should she do? Should she just let the case go?
She didn't care about the feelings of the victim and the suspect. She only knew that if the play arranged by Uzo fell to the ground and no one caught it, especially in front of her, an insider... then this willful guy would probably not let it go.
—Night, heavy rain, deep in the mountains and forests, with a river nearby that was flooding…
There are so many dangerous factors that even if there are police officers all around, Vermouth doesn't want to bet on what he will do when he is in a bad mood.
Vermouth: “…” But now no one is solving the case, does that mean she really needs to become a detective?
Or be patient and wait for Cool Guy to type the reasoning process on his phone and then ask someone to read it out?
Thinking of this, Vermouth glanced at Conan out of the corner of her eye.
Then she noticed that for some reason the elementary school student stopped typing, but looked at her with admiration. When he saw her turn around, he gave her a cheerful smile.
Vermouth: "..."
...Hurry up and write, why don’t you write anymore!
Her head suddenly became even bigger.
At this moment, Suzuki Sonoko next to her said softly, "Huh?"
The high school girl’s voice was filled with surprise and joy, and she quietly sat up straight, completely different from the exhausted look she had just shown when she was slumped over the small table and about to slide under it... It was as if she had been resurrected by some strange thing.
Vermouth's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately realized that something beyond her control had happened.
She first turned her head to look at the person she was most afraid of on the field, but found Jiang Xia dozing off against the table.
She followed Suzuki Sonoko's gaze and looked towards the entrance in confusion, and then she was shocked to find that the door there had been pushed open a crack at some point, and a man in a black suit walked in, casually brushing off the rain on his clothes.
Vermouth was shocked: Isn't this the subordinate of Uzo who had a brain injury? Why is he here? !
By the way, this guy was standing in the dark entrance dressed in black, but Suzuki Sonoko could actually see him at a glance... This girl has amazing observation skills, it really is true that you can't judge a book by its cover.
(End of this chapter)
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