Chapter 56 Bourbon Arc·End

Returning to the studio again, the man who had just been shaking violently in the ambulance seemed to have turned back into the brother that his younger siblings could trust and rely on in an instant.

The panic and fear on his face completely disappeared, and even the pink marks at the corners of his eyes quickly faded on the way back from the hospital.

Amuro Toru watched from the side, and suddenly wondered if this person had been like this since he was a child. He had consciously taken on the responsibility of taking care of others at the age of fourteen or fifteen, and had wrapped his negative emotions layer by layer under a gentle appearance, but now he could change so quickly and skillfully.

Tsukiyama Asari took the girl out of the door, and the handkerchief friend who had been with Mao Lilan since the body was found also went with him. The heavy door hid all the crying outside.

Amuro Toru pursed his lips, no longer paying attention to the movements over there, and focused all his attention on the scene. His scrutinizing eyes fell on the three people standing in the middle of the large studio.

Who is it...?

Outside the door.

In front of the studio is a long corridor decorated in a classical style. Tsukiyama Asari gently put his arm around the other person's shoulders, but his mind was a little distracted because this action reminded him of what happened just now.

The image of that person to the outside world seems to have always been sunny, natural, gentle and polite. Bermode has said that this guy is very good at pretending, and he has fooled all the little white rabbits around him. However, Tsukiyama Asari knows what kind of character Shugo's good friend has. At this time, choosing to rely on the other person and recharge is also not bad.

At least now I am resurrected with full blood, right?

He patted Ran Mouri's shoulder gently, and gently pulled Suzuki Sonoko's wrist, leading her over in a way that would not offend the girl. After the former's crying gradually subsided, he whispered soothingly, "Okay, okay, Xiao Wu is no longer in danger, but he hasn't woken up yet. Do you and Ran want to go see him?"

"Really?!" Suzuki Sonoko asked excitedly, and the girl, who hadn't cried just now, burst into tears after hearing the affirmative answer. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, and hugged her handkerchief with a smile, "Great! Xiaolan..."

Looking at the two girls crying with joy, Tsukiyama Asari took the handkerchief from Maori Ran with a helpless smile, carefully wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes, and said to Suzuki Sonoko in a fake and fierce manner, "Didn't I say that you can't wipe your eyes with your hands? What if the bacteria on your hands get into your eyes?"

The short-haired girl smiled and stuck out her tongue at him, shrinking behind her best friend, trying to avoid the man's gaze, "Brother Asari, teach me a lesson as soon as you come back."

"Who told you that no matter how many times I tell you, you won't listen." Tsukiyama Asari tapped her forehead with a smile in her eyes, "Can Xiaolan and Sonoko stay with Kiri for a while?"

Knowing what the other party's intention was to stay here, Mao Lilan nodded vigorously.

She had already told Inspector Megure all the details she could remember. There was no point in staying here. It would be better for Tsukiyama Asari to take care of the still unconscious Asuka Kiri so that she could stay here with peace of mind.

Besides, she also wanted to see Kiri soon.

"Yeah!" Suzuki Sonoko smiled, holding her friend's shoulders, "That guy made us worry to death. When he wakes up, we have to eat dates every day to replenish our blood."

Watching the two high school girls leave arm in arm, the gentle expression on Tsukiyama Asari's face faded slightly. He turned around, pushed open the door of the studio, casually put the handkerchief in his pocket, and walked into the room.

Inspector Megure's questioning has shifted away from the timeline. He wanted to inquire about Asuka Kiri's interpersonal relationships in the studio, but he didn't expect that the three of them started arguing because of this -

"Huh?! I think you are the most likely to kill him, right? Aren't you often made to cry by Ishida, and you also scolded him for being partial on social media? The loving bento you sent to Asuka was also rejected. I think you turned love into hate, so you killed Ishida and then put the blame on that white-haired guy!"

"You! Aren't you the most likely to be partial?! There is only one spot for the competition, and you have been holding a grudge for a long time because Ishida gave this spot to Asuka?!"

"Okay, okay... stop arguing, both of you..."

"Why are you pretending to be a good guy here?! I don't think you are anything..."

The three suspects in the room blamed each other and questioned each other's motives. Inspector Megure stopped the quarrel and tried to dig out more useful value from the dialogue. This kind of noisy and meaningless drama happens in almost every case. Tsukiyama Asari didn't want to watch it any more, and he already knew who the murderer was, but... where would the evidence be.

The black-haired man's eyes searched the room, and he realized belatedly that Toru Amuro and Conan Edogawa had disappeared.

Tsukiyama Asari looked at the bookshelf full of picture albums, his peach-colored eyes searching, and paused when he saw a familiar name.

Let's go to the scene first.

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The crime scene was in a studio at the back. This studio belonging to Mr. Ishida Yuichi has three rooms in total. The largest studio is the one you open from the corridor. There are several sofas and many stacked easels inside. It is used for large-class teaching, and the content is relatively simple.

There is another corridor on the left side of the large studio. The first room is the small studio, which is used by Ishida Yuichi for small-class teaching. Further inside is his office.

Tsukiyama stepped into the small studio and saw Toru Amuro and Conan Edogawa inside. He first patted the little detective on the head, and after getting the innocent answer of "I also want to be a detective like Uncle Mori", he walked towards Toru Amuro who was frowning and staring at the bucket.

"Mr. Amuro."

"Ah... it's Mr. Tsukiyama, is it solved?" Amuro Toru turned around and smiled at him, as if he didn't want to wait for his reply. He just pointed at the bucket in front of him, "Feeling a little troubled..."

"Huh?" Tsukiyama Asari also squatted beside him. Because of the conversation just now in the ambulance, he still retained a subconscious closeness to Amuro Toru. Even though he still kept the respectful title, he chose to be very close to the other party, almost shoulder to shoulder.

"Let me see too - Mr. Amuro -" An overly sweet and crisp child's voice exploded in the back of his head. Conan Edogawa, who was originally observing the bloodstains on the ground from another place, quickly ran behind the two of them, and squeezed in between the two of them with his child's body, forcing them to take a step aside.

With a bright and cute smile on the surface, Conan Edogawa was acting cute to them while secretly gritting his teeth.

How could Asari be so close to Toru Amuro? That guy is very likely the dangerous person in the organization who is said to be first-class in terms of intelligence gathering ability, observation and insight!

Asari must be kept away from him!

Thinking of this, the young detective totally disregarded his image and took Tsukiyama Asari's arm, and said coquettishly, "Let me listen to it too, Asari brother——"

"Okay, then let's listen to it together." Tsukiyama Asari said with a smile, and asked secretly while rubbing the boy's head.

'System, did you record it? '

[Recorded, recorded, high-definition face-to-face shooting, lossless sound quality]

The smile on his face became even bigger.

Edogawa Conan, who was holding the other party's arm, suddenly felt a chill.

Could it be that Amuro Toru has noticed that he is not right?

"Mr. Amuro, what is the matter?" The boy dragged out a long childish voice, innocently.

"Ah, it just feels a bit weird." Toru Amuro didn't keep his eyes on the other person for too long, and just continued the topic that was interrupted by the arrival of the little boy, "This circle of blood is really a bit weird..."

Hearing this, Edogawa Conan, who had been worried about another thing, also frowned. He leaned over and took a closer look at the plastic bucket that was supposed to be used to rinse the brushes but was now full of blood, "This piece is very strange!"

Not forgetting his own character, the boy continued in the tone he usually used to attract everyone to look at clues, "Look, the bucket is stained with blood, but this piece doesn't!"

He pointed to the edge of the bucket. In addition to the piece that was rubbed off by the hand whose wrist was scratched by Asuka Misty, there was a wide blank space on the right.

Amuro Toru's eyes darkened, and he said, "Mr. Tsukiyama, if you want to cut your wrists with a knife, what position would you use?"

"If it were me...?"

Tsukiyama Asari seemed a little confused. He picked up the paintbrush next to him and pretended it was a knife.

"If you want to cut your wrists, it should be like this... or this is also possible?"

He raised his left hand, and the sleeve of his sweater naturally slid down due to gravity, revealing a white wrist. He turned his wrist towards himself and gestured in the air with the paintbrush. Then, in conjunction with his words, he changed his position and turned his wrist up to face the ceiling.

"Hmm...what about the wrist facing outward?"

Hearing this, the man holding the brush subconsciously turned his wrist outward, and then frowned, "No, this posture is too awkward."

Amuro Toru's brows relaxed, "Then, Kirito Kotobuki didn't commit suicide."?

What did he call Kirito Asuka?

Hearing this nickname, Edogawa Conan turned his head and looked at the other party with such force that he almost broke his neck. He had never seen Kirito before, why did he call her so intimately? !

Then, he cast an expectant look at Tsukiyama Asari, but he saw that the other party did not seem to have any doubts about the name, but was thinking about something because of the other party's words.

"Look, the blood here." Amuro Toru pointed to the side of the bucket farthest from Asuka Misty. The bloodstains there were obviously more than other places. "The bloodstains here are obviously more than other places, which means that he cut his wrists with his wrists facing outwards. But Mr. Tsukiyama also felt that this was a very awkward posture. Why would a person choose the most inconvenient posture to commit suicide?"

"It can only be..." Tsukiyama lowered his head and confirmed with the other party.

"Yes, it means that the real murderer pretended to commit suicide, and chose this method of wrist attack probably because the murderer was afraid that the blood would splash onto himself."

"Really?" Conan interrupted the conversation between the two again, pointing to the blank space around the bucket and asked, "Then what's going on here? Could it be..."

"I'll explain this now, Mr. Tsukiyama, please cooperate with me."

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