Chapter 57 Bourbon Arc·Epilogue
"I'll explain this now, Mr. Tsukiyama, please cooperate with me."
"Huh? Okay..." At the other party's signal, Tsukiyama Asari sat down at the place where Asuka Kiri had originally fallen. After rolling up his sleeves, he carefully placed his left hand on the left side of the bucket's rim where there was no blood. When he held the paintbrush in his right hand and wanted to place it on the equally blank rim on the right side, the man uttered a subtle question.
"Mr. Tsukiyama noticed it, too, right?" Amuro Toru said with a smile, pointing to the two places where the blood was not stained. "If it was because the arms blocked it, then the two lines were too wide. Even an adult man's arms couldn't completely block the two places, let alone Kogiri's. So I think..." "
——That's what happened at the time."
Amuro Toru moved to the back of Tsukiyama Asari, and hugged him from behind with an embrace. The two were not very different in size, but because of the sitting posture, the latter's soft black hair could only rub against Amuro Toru's shoulders. From his angle, he could only see the man's thin, curly eyelashes and straight nose.
"Hey——" Edogawa Conan jumped up and shouted. He took a few steps over, but because he was afraid of destroying the bloodstains at the scene, he could not make any other moves. He just stamped his feet in front of the two people in annoyance.
"Hush." The blond man bent his purple-gray eyes and looked at the anxious little detective. "Show me, Conan is too small to take on the task, don't be awkward."
Damn it! Stay away from him!
Edogawa Conan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, feeling angry.
"Look." Amuro Toru signaled the other party to relax. He held the other party with his left hand and slightly bent his wrist into an outward posture. With his other hand, he held the other party's right hand holding the paintbrush, and held the brush together firmly, and gestured twice on the other wrist.
"That's it. Because of this posture, the murderer won't feel awkward at all, and the two arms put together are exactly the same width as this blank area. Right, Asari?"
Amuro Toru smiled gently. He had long felt that the boy in front of him was in a bad mood, and he didn't mind teasing him a few more times.
Sure enough, the other party almost jumped up after a brief surprise after hearing this intimate name!
On the contrary, the person concerned did not notice the change of address at all. Hearing this, Tsukiyama Asari lowered his head and said in surprise, "Really? It's just right."
The two arms, one white and one black, with a clear contrast, overlapped together, just enough to cover the blank area at the edge.
"Wow - so powerful -" The little boy quickly came up and pushed the other away, and he didn't know how many times stronger the force was than before. He wrapped his arms around Tsukiyama Asari, "Let me try, I want to try it too!"
"This is not a place to play, Conan." Tsukiyama Asari smiled helplessly, picked up the boy who had been clinging to him since just now, and gently held him in his arms.
"Because Brother Asari has been ignoring me." Edogawa Conan complained half-seriously, he turned his back to Amuro Toru, trying to block the other's sight towards Tsukiyama Asari.
"Sorry, little detective." The person being complained about stretched out his hand and pinched the other's soft side face, sighing, "Conan is really clingy... By the way, Amuro first..."
Eh? Did Amuro Toru call my name just now?
Suddenly realizing what was happening, Tsukiyama Asari paused, and stopped talking in a somewhat wolfish manner. His eyes slightly widened as he looked at the man in front of him with an unchanged smile.
"It's okay, just call me by your usual name," Amuro Tooru embarrassedly stroked his hair, "I'm sorry, because I felt that Tsukiyama-san was very friendly, I subconsciously called him by his name. If it offends you..."
"No, it's okay, Mr. Amuro. Just call me Asari." His ears were a little red, and he still couldn't pronounce the name 'Toru' after repeating it several times, so he could only continue to call the other party by his honorific.
Obviously, Shugo is very smooth whether he calls him 'zero' or 'zero'!
Forget it, just calling Mr. Amuro is also fine.
Thinking of this, Tsukiyama Asari was about to say something else when he felt the boy in his arms pounce, "Asari brother - let's continue the investigation!"
Stop chatting with that guy! What happened when I was away just now, damn it!
After the little detective who had been pounced for a long time was gently put down by the man's action, he realized belatedly that he just felt like a little kid who saw his divorced single mother talking to a man he didn't like, and was making a fuss beside her.
What a weird and appropriate metaphor.
It's so embarrassing...
Edogawa Conan closed his eyes in distress and slapped his forehead hard with the back of his hand.
No, never mind, any method that can prevent the two of them from coming into contact is a good method.
But even after I completely change back, I absolutely, absolutely cannot let Asari know that Kudo Shinichi is Edogawa Conan, absolutely!
Wait, I almost forgot the main thing.
"......Speaking of which, Mr. Amuro." The case is the most important thing now. The two of them are not standing close to each other, so the boy brought the topic back to the case and asked the question he wanted to ask a long time ago, "When you sent Brother Kiri to the ambulance, did you notice what his clothes looked like at the time?"
Although Toru Amuro and Asari Tsukiyama had been in contact with Kiri Asuka the longest, he subconsciously chose to ask the former, who was a detective himself and personally carried Kiri Asuka out of the studio and sent her to the ambulance.
"It's the clothes, what does the blood stain on it look like?" Seeing that the other party did not respond for a long time, Conan Edogawa asked again loudly.
"Probably... there was blood on both sides of the cuffs, and it was a very heavy blood stain, staining a large area of the sleeve opening red." Amuro recalled carefully, deliberately choosing a more colloquial way of expression, "There were some splashes of blood on the edge, and the area on the chest was completely splashed, which was very different from the cuffs."
"That is to say, the cuffs were mainly stained, and the chest was splashed, right?"
Hearing the other party's affirmative answer, the young detective's face darkened.
The murderer stabbed Mr. Ishida with a knife, and blood first gushed out from the wound, wetting the fabric of the cuffs, and when the blade was pulled out of the body, blood would splash out, so the edge of the blood stains on the cuffs would also be splashed with blood, but it would blend with the others, leaving only sporadic splash marks.
But the chest area is different. There is no chance of direct contact with a large amount of blood, and only splashes are left.
In other words, the bloodstains on Fei Niao Wu's clothes cannot be processed by human beings. It is completely ironclad evidence that the person wearing this clothes has committed murder!
Damn, if this is the case...wait, this clothes?
In a flash, Conan Edogawa quickly ran out of the crime scene and looked at the three people in the studio lobby.
They were all wearing the same clothes!
"Mr. Amuro, do you remember where the blood on Brother Kiri's chest splashed the highest?" The little boy's glasses reflected the light, blocking most of his expression.
"It seems to be here..." Before he finished speaking, Amuro revealed a determined smile, and his hand gestured at his chest, "Then there will be no problem."
... The mystery man got out of Beika Town!
Tsukiyama Asari looked around with some confusion.
... The detective skill is limited to Kasugawa Shugo, what does it have to do with him, Tsukiyama Asari.
"Asari-nii-san--" Afraid that what happened just now would happen again, Conan Edogawa took the lead in explaining, "Kugi-nii-san is only about 1.7 meters tall, right?"
Tsukiyama Asari lowered his head cooperatively, allowing the little detective to explain to himself who seemed to be clueless.
"But the victim uncle is 1.80 meters tall. If it was really brother Xiao Wu who hurt this uncle with a knife, the blood should have splattered on the chest and the upper part of the collar, and even on the face!"
"Ah... the blood only splattered on the chest, which means the real murderer and Mr. Ishida should be about the same height."
After the murderer directly killed Mr. Ishida Yuuhi, in order to make it look like Asuka Wu killed Ishida Yuuhi, he swapped his blood-stained clothes with Asuka Wu's clothes, and then faked a suicide scene. If Xiaolan hadn't discovered it in time, it is estimated that he would have died without any evidence.
The black-haired man pondered in his heart, reached out and patted the child's head, and said in an intimate tone, "You are really amazing, little detective."
The boy was about to say something, but suddenly realized that the guy who looked like Bourbon was also there, and hurriedly waved his hand stiffly, "Haha... Uncle Maori taught me..." "
Then Conan is also very good, learning quickly and seriously. In the future, he will definitely become a detective as good as Sherlock Holmes."
Unexpectedly, he would be praised so seriously. Edogawa Conan felt his face getting hot in an instant. He pulled the sleeve of the man in front of him and awkwardly changed the subject, "Then the big sister who is only 1.6 meters tall can be ruled out!
"
"Hmm..." Amuro Toru nodded, "But the remaining two are about the same size. I just asked, although everyone's height is different, but all the ones purchased are one size."
Noguchi Kawaichi and Nakatani Saki are both over 1.8 meters tall, and both have relatively well-proportioned bodies.
"Well... let's tell Inspector Megure about our findings first! This way, at least we can clear Kiri-san's suspicion, right?"
The current evidence is enough to prove that Kiri-san was not the murderer of Ishida Yuuhi, nor did he commit suicide.
Led by Conan Edogawa, who was not even as tall as two people's thighs, the three pushed open the door of the crime scene and walked towards the large studio. Before they came out of the narrow corridor, they heard Inspector Megure's shocked shout.
"What?! The same thing happened a year ago?"
The three looked at each other, their faces hardened, and they quickened their pace towards the source of the sound.
The author has something to say:
Asari/Shugo/Conan/Toru: ...To be honest, why do I always feel a little weird
? System: Hmm? Would it be better to change the BGM?
...The pain of clinging to all love——
Asari/Shugo/Conan/Toru: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!
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