Chapter 58 Bourbon Arc·Ending

"What?! The same incident happened a year ago?"

Frightened by Inspector Megure's roar, Nakatani Saki wiped his forehead nervously and said incoherently, "Yes, yes, it was also in that small studio, a year ago there was a student..."

"What do you mean exactly the same?" Takagi Wataru stepped forward and asked.

"It's...it's also at that location. She cut her wrists with a fruit knife and committed suicide."

"How could it be suicide?!" The red-haired man, who had a sullen face all the time, retorted at this time. A look of deep sadness appeared on his face, and he bit his back teeth hard. "How could Yoshiko commit suicide? She was...she was always optimistic and cheerful, wasn't she? How could such a person suddenly commit suicide!"

"Mr. Nakatani! Please tell me in detail about the case from a year ago!" Edogawa Conan squeezed through several policemen and rushed to Nakatani Saki, saying anxiously.

"Ah, okay, Kako was the most popular kid in our class at that time, she was optimistic and friendly, always smiling to everyone, but that day... when I returned to the studio after lunch break, I found her holding a fruit knife in one hand and putting the other hand in a bucket, and she committed suicide in the studio..."

"It's you! If... if you had gone home earlier... you would have gone home early, wouldn't you?!" The red-haired man suddenly reached out and grabbed the other's collar, and Officer Megure hurriedly called Takagi Wataru to separate the two, "Mr. Noguchi, calm down first!"

"I'm sorry..." After his collar was released, Nakatani Saki staggered backwards uncontrollably, but there was no anger on his face. He muttered an apology in a tone mixed with guilt and regret, "I'm sorry..."

Without understanding the current situation, Miwako Sato turned her eyes to Suzuko Okamoto who had been silently wiping tears beside her. The girl sobbed and spoke, "The doctor said that if it was just three or four minutes earlier, it might have been possible to save the patient..."

The faces of the people present were all covered with a solemn color. Nothing is more regrettable than such a thing.

Noguchi Kawaichi waved away the hand that had been pressing on his shoulder, got rid of Takagi Wataru's restraint, and walked to the man's side. After seeing the look on the other's face, his arrogance gradually dissipated. In the end, he just cursed in a rather unhappy tone, walked to the wall and stood silently.

Could the case a year ago be related to what happened today?

Amuro Toru and Edogawa Conan pondered at the same time.

If so, what role did Asuka Kiri play in the 'suicide incident' a year ago?

No, there is another question now...

"Brother, can I see your sleeves?"

Edogawa Conan broke the silent atmosphere at the scene and rushed to the red-haired man who was standing silently by the wall and said cutely.

The red-haired boy had an unlit cigarette in his mouth and looked down at him ferociously. His expression seemed very reluctant, but he just extended his hand to let this boy who was incompatible with murder cases check his cuffs. His voice was a little unclear because of the cigarette, "Are you playing detective games?"

"Yeah! I want to be a great detective like Sherlock Holmes in the future!"

When the red-haired boy heard this tonight, he didn't know what he remembered, and he rubbed the child's soft hair with his hands, "Come on."

"I will try my best!"

After replying skillfully in a childish tone, Conan Edogawa lowered his head, the smile on his face instantly faded, he turned up Noguchi Kawaichi's cuffs, and looked at the smeared paint with a serious expression.

The red-haired man's sleeves were relatively clean on the outside, but there were a lot of unwashed paint residues on the inside, including almost all the colors of green, red and yellow.

"Thank you, brother!" After the boy put down the other man's sleeves, he ran to Nakatani and said in the same coquettish way, "Uncle, can I see your sleeves?"

"Of course, little boy." Nakatani stretched out his hand and squatted down to make it easier for the little boy to check.

Very clean.

Nakatani's sleeves were very clean, except for a small piece of light red pigment on the sleeves, near the forearm. It seemed to have been washed carefully, but not washed clean, and there was still a faint red halo.

Just as Edogawa Conan was concentrating on checking the cuffs of the two men, Amuro Toru walked up to Okamoto Suzuko with tears in her eyes, leaned over with a smile and said, "Ms. Suzuko, I have some questions to ask you, I wonder if it's convenient."

After saying that, the blond handsome guy with a baby face blinked his beautiful purple-gray eyes at the other party.

Okamoto Suzuko's face instantly turned slightly red, and she nodded hard and said, "Yes, yes! If there is anything I can help with, please feel free to ask..."

......?

Looking at the two guys who relied on their appearance to find clues, Tsukiyama Asari could hardly control his expression.

What's wrong with you two...

Shinichi is fine! What's wrong with you, the first in the police academy who was as stiff as a wooden stick when you first contacted him? Is this the honey trap that Bourbon is most familiar with in the organization's legend? !

Tsukiyama Asari pinched her high nose bridge with her fingers, forcing herself to focus on the scene.

"...But what reason did Asuka have to kill Mr. Ishida?" Sato Miwako frowned in embarrassment.

"Could it be that he has mental problems?"

Huh? What are you talking about?

Tsukiyama Asari's face sank instantly, and she looked straight at the man who spoke.

"Sorry..." As if she felt that it was not good for her to say this, Nakatani Saki quickly waved his hand and said, "It's just...because Asuka's painting style is a bit, I have learned some psychology knowledge before, and I have always been a little worried."

"Huh? Painting style?" Takagi Wataru asked the question in everyone's mind.

"Yes... Asuka is very intelligent, and can be said to be Mr. Ishida's most proud student, but he has always been a little different from ordinary people in terms of color. Every time he paints, he chooses colors that are very strange when combined together... because of art." The man just broke the jar and gave up, "You also know that great artists are more or less a little weird. Asuka doesn't usually communicate with other students, and his paintings are very weird, so I..."

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the wall behind Nakatani.

Behind him was a framed painting, and in the lower right corner was a pure white silhouette of a bird with its wings spread out, ready to fly, and it was clear whose work it was.

In the picture, a tall but gentle-faced man is smiling, and a small child is resting on his knees. In the picture, there is a drizzle of rain, and the man holds an umbrella in one hand and reaches out the other hand gently, as if he wants to touch the child's forehead.

It is obviously a warm scene, but the skin of the two people in the picture is stained with blood red. The rain from the sky is mixed with red and black, and even the color of the background behind them is very messy. It feels like the two people are covered in blood, giving people a strong sense of depression.

...Why is it drawn like this? ?

Tsukiyama Asari wants to cover his face.

Asuka Mizuki cannot see colors, so he can do whatever he wants. He paints every picture in black and white. He doesn't look at what the color looks like when he chooses it, but only sees whether the color looks comfortable in the black and white picture.

Who knew that the combination would be so depressing... No wonder people misunderstood him.

"No." The childish voice interrupted everyone's contemplation, and Conan Edogawa smiled and said, "I think the murderer who killed Mr. Ishida was very calm!"

"Huh?" Inspector Megure turned his eyes over, "Did Conan find anything?"

They were already used to this boy who learned all kinds of things from Kogoro Mori running around the scene and finding clues that no one else noticed.

"Well! Officer Megure has seen Mr. Ishida's body, right?"

"Of course, we checked it as soon as we came in." Officer Megure flipped through his notebook that he used to record case details, "The first knife was in the heart, killing him on the spot, and then... the first knife was right in the heart?!"

The experienced police officer reacted instantly.

"So, the murderer must have killed Mr. Ishida very calmly, and then stabbed him a few more times..."

"The first knife was obviously fatal, but the murderer stabbed the man in the chest and abdomen several more times, stabbing his entire clothes to pieces." The blond man walked over from the other side with a smile on his face, "If the first knife was for killing, then the next few knives were just to vent his anger."

"Or maybe the murderer hated him very much, and it wasn't that he was suddenly enraged... but had been holding a grudge for a long time, so much so that he killed him rationally and then tortured the victim's body. Or maybe... the murderer thought Asuka Kiri had mental problems and wanted to frame him."

The man looked at the man in the middle with cold eyes, "Am I right, Mr. Nakatani?" For

a moment, everyone's eyes were on Nakatani who was standing in front of Inspector Megure. The latter looked around in panic and retorted, "Why are you asking me this... Now you don't even know whether he committed suicide or not, why do you suddenly suspect that I am the murderer...?"

"I'm sorry, we just found out that Kirito is not the murderer, nor is there evidence of suicide."

Without Maori Kogoro, Amuro Toru didn't seem to want to hide his incompetence. He stood in front of the man who looked flustered after hearing his words, crossed his arms, and smiled with a determined smile.

"Please move to the studio."

......?

Tsukiyama Asari paused as he led the way to the small studio.

No way, you don't want to do the same thing again, do you, Mr. Amuro?

After the first time, there will be a second time.

When Toru Amuro held him in his arms from behind for the second time to cover up the murderer's crime process, Tsukiyama Asari had already calmed down. He looked at the young detective who was so anxious that he jumped up and down for the second time, and suddenly he had the urge to take him to drink tea for health preservation in the future. You

are still too young and impetuous. Learn from me and play the victim twice without saying anything.

"......That's it." Repeating what he just said again, Toru Amuro stood up first, and when he reached out to pull up Tsukiyama Asari who was still sitting on the ground, he smiled and added, "In my opinion..."

The man's eyes shot like an arrow to Nakatani Saki who was behind the crowd with a wrong face.

"The murderer must have put something in Kiri's water cup, something like sleeping pills, right? Afterwards, the murderer led Mr. Ishida from the office to the small studio, and killed him directly with a fruit knife placed next to him. Then, the murderer changed Kiri, who had fallen asleep due to the drugs, into the clothes that Kiri was wearing when he killed the person, which were covered with Mr. Ishida's blood. Then, using the method I just demonstrated, he pretended that Kiri had committed suicide by cutting her wrists."

"And-because Kiri-brother usually doesn't go out to eat during lunch break, not only will no one be suspicious, but by the time everyone returns to the studio after lunch, it will be too late to save her," Conan Edogawa added.

Fortunately, because Brother Chaoli came back this time, Lan asked Xiao Wu to go together at noon to choose a gift for him, so they found out in time and rescued him.

Otherwise...

The little boy's expression darkened, and he didn't dare to think any further.

"Inspector Megure!" At this moment, a plainclothes policeman came back with the bloodstained clothes, "I have gone to the hospital to get it back."

At the signal of Inspector Megure, Takagi Wataru stepped forward to take the sweatshirt and looked it up and down, "Inspector Megure! It's exactly the same as what Mr. Amuro and Conan said!"

The bloodstain on the chest of the sweatshirt was not high. If it was really a painting of Asuka Wu killing someone, the bloodstain would definitely not be in this position!

"Okay, now we can confirm that the murderer is someone else." Officer Megure looked sternly at the only two male suspects at the scene, "Did Asuka Kiri drink anything this morning?"

"Ah..." Okamoto Suzuko patted her forehead, suddenly remembering something, "I poured juice for everyone this morning, it was almost time for lunch break! But I really didn't..."

"Ms. Suzuko doesn't meet the height requirement of the murderer, so she has been ruled out as a suspect, right?" Amuro Toru smiled and comforted, "May I ask who came when Miss Suzuko was preparing the drink?"

Okamoto Suzuko was a little embarrassed, "Actually, after I poured it, I left for a while because of something, and the juice was placed in a public area. Anyone could have put drugs in the juice... I was also responsible for the subsequent cleaning work."

Hearing this, Officer Megure quickly turned around and called a person's name, "Go check if there is any drug residue in the drain of the sink."

"Yes!"

"This should be the one you use, right?" Amuro Toru pulled out a small bottle with the name of the medicine written in English. "I found this in Mr. Ishida Yuhi's office. It seems that Mr. Ishida's mental state has not been very good recently. He has to take sleeping pills to fall asleep. And you are the only one who can easily enter the other party's lounge and get the medicine, Mr. Nakatani."

The man said this in a positive tone, and the man with the old-fashioned glasses took a step back, waving his hands repeatedly, "Sir, please stop joking like this..."

"Nakatani?" Noguchigawa frowned and looked at him, as if he didn't expect that this honest man would do this.

"...Mr. Ishida's office is never locked, so anyone can go in and get the sleeping pills, right?" Because of the suspicious gazes of the crowd, Nakatani Saki couldn't help sweating, and hurriedly retorted, "Why did you assume it was me?!"

"Yes, anyone could have entered Mr. Ishida's office, but there were only five people here today. It would be too obvious if anyone suddenly left, right? Except for you, Mr. Nakatani. As Mr. Ishida's assistant, you wouldn't be suspected if you went back and forth to his office to get things. And... the clothes you're wearing."

Amuro Toru smiled, "The clothes you're wearing are Kogiri's,

right?" The man's pupils suddenly locked, and then he pulled out an especially ugly smile on his tight leather face, and his voice seemed to be choked from his throat, "Really? How do you know that this piece of clothing is Asuka's? Is his name written on it?"

"Because of the cuffs--"

Edogawa Conan stood up and shouted crisply. He raised a brilliant smile and pointed at the cuffs of Nakatani Zaki, "From the cuffs, you can tell that this is Brother Kogiri's clothes!"

"Huh? Cuffs..." Takagi Wataru asked first, "Can you tell whose clothes it is from the cuffs?!"

"Yeah!" The boy looked up and responded, "Because everyone has different habits of rolling up their sleeves when drawing. Mr. Amuro has already asked Miss Okamoto about this just now!"

"...Yes, yes," the usually reserved girl could not help but step back and explain bravely, "For example, I would put my sleeves down to draw, and so would Mr. Nakatani. But when Noguchi draws, he would turn his sleeves inside out and roll them up a little. Asuka would roll up his sleeves to the elbow, exposing his whole arm. ......"

Seeing Nakatani's gradually panicked expression, Edogawa Conan continued, "Uncle has also realized that no matter how you wash it, the paint will still leave traces. Mr. Noguchi is used to turning the cuffs inside out and rolling them up, so although the outside of his sleeves are clean, there is a lot of unwashed paint left on the inside, and the color is exactly the same as the color used in the painting he is currently painting."

"And brother Kou, because you always roll up your sleeves to the elbow position, your cuffs are almost never stained with paint, and the occasional paint that is thrown on will form this discontinuous blank space in the middle because the fabric is always piled together at the cuffs." The boy pointed to the paint on the sleeve of Nakatani's left arm.

"Then if Mr. Nakatani's clothes always keep their sleeves down, there will be a lot of light marks of paint on the cuffs..." Amuro Toru gently placed his hand on Okamoto Suzuko's wrist, motioning for her to raise her sleeves, "just like Miss Suzuko who has the same painting habit as me."

"Really! There are a lot of light marks of paint on the cuffs of this dress, and you can't see them at all if you don't look carefully." Sato Miwako took the clothes from Takagi Wataru's hand, turned up the cuffs and quickly reported.

"Mr. Nakatani!" Inspector Megure stepped forward quickly, "Please explain why your clothes were stained with Mr. Ishida Yuhi's blood and were worn by Asuka Kiri."

"...So what if that's the case?! This clothes were only changed after everyone arrived, and they are usually placed in the bathroom of the studio..." As if remembering something, Nakatani's ugly expression eased a little, "I didn't even know that I was wearing Asuka's clothes. I was the last one to change into clothes today. Maybe everyone was in a hurry to change clothes this morning and accidentally took the wrong clothes?"

"What evidence do you have to prove that I changed his clothes on purpose?! And what evidence can prove that I took the sleeping pills? If it's fingerprints, Mr. Ishida would ask me to help get the medicine box when he took sleeping pills, so of course fingerprints would be left!"

Damn... I didn't expect the other party to be able to find loopholes quickly at this time. Edogawa Conan gritted his teeth because of his hasty reasoning this time.

The other party's plan was simple, but almost impeccable. Although it left a lot of doubts, there was almost no evidence to directly bite Nakatani Saki as the murderer.

"If Mr. Nakatani wants evidence."

When they were at a loss, Tsukiyama Asari, who had been quietly listening to the two people's analysis at the door, spoke up. His voice was very soft, but it easily attracted everyone's attention.

"This handkerchief should belong to Mr. Nakatani."

Seeing the handkerchief taken out of the other party's pocket, Nakatani suddenly had an ominous premonition. He widened his eyes, but could not deny this fact, and just nodded in response.

"Excuse me, Mr. Nakatani, if you are really not the murderer." The man's originally gentle temperament instantly dissipated. He pointed at the black pattern at the bottom corner of the handkerchief. His cherry eyes were no longer soft, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be flying up. His sharp eyes were cast at the murderer who had been forced into a desperate situation and could not control his trembling.

"Then why is there my brother's blood on your handkerchief?"

Bang -

the incident happened at this moment!

Nakatani's face suddenly showed a layer of madness. He picked up the knife that was casually placed on the table as a mock object and rushed towards the man holding the key evidence at the door.

"Asari brother -"

Tsukiyama Asari faced the cold blade without fear. While dodging nimbly, he reached out and grabbed the man's wrist holding the knife. He exerted force with his arm to bend Nakatani's hand inwards. The man screamed in pain, his hand loosened consciousness, and the knife fell to the ground.

The man struggled so hard that he knocked over the bookshelf at the entrance of the corridor. Tsukiyama Asari simply grabbed the man's arm and threw Nakatani to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. He then clenched his right fist into the man's side and punched him hard. With raging anger, he used all his strength in that punch, which directly knocked his face to the side. The man coughed in pain, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you awake now?" Tsukiyama

Asari asked word by word, his left hand still holding the man's collar, as if he was ready to punch him in the right cheek at any time.

"Mr. Tsukiyama--"

The usually gentle man suddenly exploded with a terrifying aura, especially Edogawa Conan, who was familiar with that man, was stunned. It was Officer Sato Miwako who reacted first, and hurriedly pulled Tsukiyama Chaori up, and then handcuffed Nakatani Saki who was lying on the ground.

The punch just now had vented all the anger. Tsukiyama Chaori rubbed his knuckles that were slightly painful, and let Amuro Toru take over, secretly controlling his arms to prevent him from going up to hit that man again.

"Mr. Nakatani... why are you..." Seeing her respected teacher showing such a crazy expression, Okamoto Suzuko was frightened. She gritted her teeth to hold back her tears and asked in a sobbing voice.

"... Why."

The man leaned against the messy easel, his expression gradually faded, and the crazy look in his eyes disappeared, "Ishida is a scumbag, Kako... Kako was killed by him!"

"How do you know?!" Hearing this, Noguchikawa's eyes widened for a moment, "Speak! How do you know Kako is..."

"That day... Kako and I agreed to go out together to pick out a gift for my father, but she suddenly texted me saying she would be late. I waited for a long time in the heavy rain until lunch break was almost over and she still hadn't come back. I felt something was wrong, and when I found her... she was already..."

His tears soaked the fabric on the man's chest, and he choked, "She clearly agreed to go out with me, how could she suddenly commit suicide? But neither the police nor the detectives could find any other evidence, so they could only hastily close the case as a suicide. I have been working as an assistant to Ishida, and finally found out from clues that the murderer was his teacher!"

Okamoto Suzuko muttered in disbelief, "But... why did Mr. Ishida want to kill Kako? Didn't he always like Kako's paintings the most..."

"Because that guy is doing illegal business!" The words that Nakatani Saki shouted made all the police and detectives present frown. Officer Megure asked seriously, "Illegal business?"

"Yes! I don't know what it is, I just know that Ishida would hide the thing inside the plaster statue or the frame, and the transaction partner would pretend to be a customer who came to buy the painting... Yoshiko was silenced because she accidentally ran into the transaction scene! She was just... just because she noticed that it was about to rain, and wanted to go back and leave an umbrella for the teacher she always respected..."

At noon a year ago, the girl who finally mustered up the courage to make an appointment with her half-brother who she rarely contacted to choose a gift for her father's birthday stopped on the way to the gift shop. The sky was gloomy, and she remembered the teacher who said that he had something to go out at noon and the other umbrella in her backpack.

The girl hurried back to the studio, but she didn't expect that this momentary good deed would push her into an abyss from which she could never turn back.

"It's drugs." The child's voice came, with a heaviness and maturity that could not be ignored. The detective in a small suit was holding a small bag in his hand. The white powdery substance inside made the faces of everyone present solemn.

Conan Edogawa pointed to the side. A plaster head statue was knocked to the ground by the fallen bookshelf and turned into fragments. Among the fragments lay several packages of items exactly the same as the ones in his hand.

"Takagi." Officer Megure looked at the bag in the boy's hand with an extremely ugly expression. It seemed that he did not expect that such a studio full of children would be used as a drug transaction site. Even his tone became low, "Contact the organization's crime countermeasures department."

"Yes." Takagi Shi took out his phone and walked to a quieter place outside the corridor while dialing.

"So... Mr. Nakatani, why did you drag Brother Kiri into this?" Edogawa Conan cast his eyes towards the man who had been lowering his head, and said, "You already know what it feels like to lose a loved one, why do you want to hurt someone else's loved ones for the so-called revenge?"

"Asuka Kiri..." When this name was mentioned, Nakatani Saki smiled miserably, as if he was recalling something, his eyes lost focus, "At first I liked this kid very much, quiet... and polite, until that day... When I hurried back, I found that he was about to go to the bathroom, and the rag in his hand was covered in blood!"

"That's...that's Kako's blood! It was the blood left by her wrist when she was struggling before being dragged into the small studio by Ishida...He just wiped it off like that, not caring at all. Why is there blood there! If he had looked inside at that time, he would have found Kako, and Kako would not have died..."

"Because of this, you want to kill him?" Amuro said in a deep voice.

"I didn't want to kill him! But...but after that day, when I asked him about this, he didn't show any guilt at all, and still asked me with a cold face, 'Shouldn't you wipe it off?'"

Nakatani recalled the boy's cold expression and couldn't help but roar.

"...He is just a little devil! He has an innocent appearance, but he only cares about himself. He doesn't even care about a bloody life...Why...Why would he rather wipe the blood off the floor than look for it, and just let Kako struggle and die on the other side of the wall!"

"——So...So I want to let him taste it too! Taste...the feeling of blood flowing out of the body bit by bit!"

Tsukiyama pushed away Toru Amuro's hand, grabbed the man's collar, pulled him up from the ground, and hit him hard on the left cheek.

"Mr. Nakatani, it's a little late to say it now."

His voice was unusually calm, and his eyes were completely covered with another emotion, which made the police who were about to stop him stop.

"Xiao Wu has total color blindness. In his eyes, there is no difference between blood and paint, and..." Yueshan looked straight into the surprised eyes and said coldly, "No one can easily say that you understand the heartbreak after losing your loved ones, but no matter how painful it is, it is not a reason to be angry and hurt others!" After his

collar was loosened, the man lost all support and slowly slid down the wall. He knelt on the ground and muttered in disbelief, "Total color blindness... So it's... So it's because of this... It's actually because of this!"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Nakatani Qi knelt on the ground, and his throat overflowed with hoarse cries that could not be controlled.

The umbrella that the girl did not give, the bloodstain that Fei Niao Wu wiped off, and the handkerchief that Nakatani Qi handed over. Good intentions pushed the three people into the abyss, but some people can still turn back, while others can never come back.

Who should be blamed?

Edogawa Conan stood silently by the side, watching the man being taken away by the police, gradually going away.

Watching Nakatani Zaki being arrested and brought to justice, Tsukiyama Asari helped the one who fell down to his feet. The bookshelf was filled with picture albums scattered everywhere, so the man squatted down and sorted them out one by one.

"...Let me help you."

He raised his head when he heard it, but found that the person in front of him was Noguchi Kawaichi with dyed red hair.

Tsukiyama Asari just nodded lightly and didn't say anything else until most of the sketchbooks on the ground were sorted out. The red-haired girl finally couldn't help but speak, "You are... Asuka's brother, right?"

"Yeah."

Noguchi Kawaichi ruffled his hair a little irritably, as if he didn't know how to start, "I want you to help me... um..."

Not knowing what he recalled, he whispered apologetically, "I thought he was amazing before. He's so much younger than me, but he draws well. But no matter when I asked for color suggestions or coloring techniques, I got no response... At that time, I thought, it's just a good-looking painting, why is he so cocky."

"I didn't expect it to be because of this... I want to ask you to help me ask him if he still wants to see my always-so-ugly face."

"...Huh?" Tsukiyama Asari was a little surprised. He thought the other party wanted him to help apologize to Asuka Kiri.

"Of course you have to say an apology in person. It's useless to ask someone else to convey it." Noguchi Kawaichi muttered. He took out the cigarette he had been holding in his mouth and didn't dare to look at the man in front of him. "Anyway, please ask Asuka-san for me if she is willing to let me visit her."

Seeing the other party's embarrassed look, Tsukiyama Asari laughed a little. He picked up a simple white-covered picture book and replied, "Well, I'll ask Xiao Wu."

"Thank you then." Noguchi Kawaichi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the picture book in the other party's hand and saw that the man's eyes were always on it, so he changed the topic, "Do you like her paintings too?"

"Yeah, I like it very much." Tsukiyama Asari turned a page and carefully described the scenery in the painting. He seemed to be about to say something, but was interrupted by the other party's next words.

"This is my tenth birthday present. It seems to be out of print now, so I just put it in the studio so that more people can see it... I like her painting style very much. It feels very gentle... Anyway, it is completely different from my style."

It's a birthday present.

Tsukiyama Asari swallowed the words that were in his mouth before he could say them.

Seeing that he showed interest in this picture book, Noguchi Gawa stopped talking and left after packing up the other picture books.

"......What is Asari looking at?"

When Edogawa Conan came over, he saw Tsukiyama Asari carefully looking at the last page, where there was a large photo that seemed to be a little faded.

Seeing someone coming, the latter quickly closed the picture book, "......It's Conan, I'm looking at this picture book."

"Does Asari like to look at these too?" Edogawa Conan was a little surprised, after all, the other party had not shown any interest in this kind of art in the past seven years.

"Ah...I don't usually look at it." Tsukiyama Asari seemed a little embarrassed and bit his lower lip, and smiled, "But this picture book is for my mother."

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It is a super long three-in-one! ! Added more -2 hehe

Shuugo: Thank you, I have sneezed too much today, when will this case be over?

Asari: No matter how smoothly we introduce our characters

Small explanation: The paint smell in the studio is very strong, and it is not a large bloodstain, just a few drops/a small piece, so the blood smell can be roughly equivalent to no umm,