Chapter 78 Cointreau Chapter·Variation

"...Mr. Suemitsu's personal habits are quite unique." Takagi Shigeki spoke subconsciously.

Hey, you don't have to agree with this, right?

The originally tense atmosphere was broken by a few words from these two people. Edogawa Conan couldn't control the twitching corners of his mouth at all. He looked at the man with his half-moon eyes who didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, but then suddenly thought of another question. If there is

a blade hidden in the cuff, then does the small wound on Ohta Hideo's wrist have anything to do with him?

But now is not the time to dwell on this.

The boy's gaze returned to the scene.

Most of the guests chose to return to their lounges after the body search to wait for further notice. Suemitsu Sosuke was obviously not one of them. He paused and saw that there were less than ten people left waiting for the body search. Several people related to the deceased were gathered around the scene, while the police were scattered around the banquet hall searching for clues. He did not

plan to participate in this murder case, and today's mission was completed. He might as well find a place to wait until it was over.

Suemitsu Sosuke controlled the wheelchair to the westernmost floor-to-ceiling window. He specifically chose a position next to the curtain, so that even if others looked over, they could only see the back and back of his wheelchair, and the rest would be blocked by the heavy curtains.

The lights in the room were too bright. At first glance, he could only see his reflection in the window. He calmed down before he could really see the night clearly.

When did they install a new row of street lights there?

The East District is far from the Rice Flower Hotel. The old street lights have been in disrepair for a long time. At night, no matter where you look from that building, you can only see darkness. But now, the lights are faintly on.

It seems that they were newly installed after the last case was closed.

The man's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but raise his finger to point at the cold glass window. Then, footsteps came from far away and finally stopped behind him.

"Long time no see." Matsuo Kazushi's voice came from behind his head, and then he moved from behind Suemitsu Sosuke to beside him, as if searching the area where his gaze was, "The last time we met was two months ago? Mr. Suemitsu has changed a lot."

At least the last time they met, the black-haired man in front of him could catch up with him quickly and put his hand against his forehead fiercely.

Thinking of this, the man wearing monocular glasses snorted and laughed, and his eyes fell on the blanket-covered legs of the man next to him without disguising.

"Mr. Matsuo hasn't changed at all."

He didn't expect to meet an 'acquaintance' here, Suemitsu Sosuke said coldly. This man with a hypocritical appearance was involved in so many dirty waters of the organization and colluded with so many high-ranking government officials. What a pity...

"Thanks to you, I was framed and sent to the police station for a few days, but finally my innocence was cleared." Matsuo Kazushi avoided the subject, his lips raised, but his eyes were full of cold emotions.

"Whether it's a frame-up or not, isn't it Mr. Matsuo who knows best?"

Matsuo Kazushi paused and put his right hand on the armrest on the right side of Suemitsu Sosuke. He leaned down in a posture that was too intimate for the relationship between the two and whispered in the other's ear, "Where is the evidence, Mr. Suemitsu? The loss you have suffered in finding evidence of my crime is really... shocking."

During the brief physical contact, he instantly understood the condition of the man in the wheelchair. The body wrapped in the black coat had long lost its former appearance and became so fragile that it could not withstand a single blow. Even being half-held by him did not look out of place. His wrists were also thin, and he wondered if he could break them directly.

Matsuo Kazushi could hardly suppress his laughter. He changed the subject as if they were friends who had not seen each other for a long time, "Mr. Suemitsu, what were you thinking about just now?"

"Thinking." The guy was too close, and his breathing almost hit his ears. Subconsciously rejecting this overly close contact, Suemitsu frowned and turned his head away, responding to the man with the back of his head, "Some things are not human even if they are covered with a layer of human skin. Stay away from me." Before he

finished speaking, the pain of his hair being pulled came from behind. The man who was countless times stronger than him suddenly pulled the black hair behind his head like a madman, and forcefully "demanded" him to turn around and face him.

When Suemitsu Sosuke turned around, he instantly bumped into the other person's eyes that were surging with crazy emotions, and he uttered a word without mercy, "Mad."

This word was just called by Belmode to Yu Gu Miao, and he turned around and threw it to the man in front of him who was wearing a dark suit and a monocle.

"I was thinking about it too." The smile on Matsuo Kazushi's mouth never faded, "What kind of person would use the life of his companion... to exchange for a chance to barely survive."

"Remember me... "

Blood, gunshots, smoke, explosions, and people who threw themselves to the ground. Fragments exploded in front of his eyes. When Suemitsu Sosuke reacted, he found that he had already put the cold blade hidden in his sleeve against the opponent's throat. His heart was shaking violently because of that sentence, and his chest was stuffy and painful.

He realized belatedly that the last sentence he just heard was just the most common hallucination, just like the subsequent scene.

"You can kill me right now, Mr. Suemitsu." Matsuo Kazushi offered his neck without hesitation, not even caring that the sharp blade had left a bloody mark on his neck. "Kill me with this blade, even if there is no evidence, killing me is revenge, isn't it?"

Who wants to become a murderer? Even if I want to take revenge on you, I will collect all the evidence of your crimes and send you to jail.

Suemitsu Sosuke was so angry that his teeth itched. He bit his back teeth hard. The weight of the blade was negligible, but he seemed to use all his strength to stop.

The man's dark red eyes drooped, avoiding the man's gaze and looking to the side. Even though the man was holding his head back, he still tried his best to turn his head slightly to the side. He bit his lower lip, and his originally pale lips were bitten to a bloody color. His face showed forbearance and unwillingness, and his tightly locked eyebrows were blocked by slightly long black hair.

The hand holding his hair paused.

"Mr. Suemitsu, it's better not to show this expression."

Matsuo Kazushi let go of his hand and became well-dressed again as at the banquet. His eyes lingered for a moment on the man's face, which showed a brief puzzlement because of this sentence, and he pretended to adjust the black coat that Suemitsu Sosuke had been wearing, which obviously did not belong to him, and said, "See you later."

What did he mean by that sentence, and what was the reason for this expression?

Suemitsu Sosuke's brows were furrowed, and he had no interest in continuing to enjoy the night view. The other party stuffed something into his chest pocket while adjusting his coat.

It was an invitation letter for the Sakura Cruise.

The Riddler, get out of Beika Town

!

Conan Edogawa looked away. His field of vision was limited, and they were far away. He could only vaguely see the two people chatting intimately. Before they parted, Kazushi Matsuo even tidied up Suemitsu Sosuke's clothes.

Because the former had quickly maintained the situation at the scene and actively cooperated with the police, the young detective had a good impression of this famous collector. In addition, he was not very suspicious of Suemitsu Sosuke to begin with. His first reaction was not whether Kazushi Matsuo might have a problem, but to reduce Suemitsu Sosuke's suspicion index by a few points.

Asuka Kiri moved back a few steps, and stopped after seeing that in the comics, his background board in the front blocked Suemitsu Sosuke, who was the farthest background board.

[Wuwuwu, I want to be close to my wife too! ]

[Then has the suspicion level of Suemitsu been further reduced? If it was 3 before, it is only 1 now, right? I feel like this is hinting that he and Matsuo had a good relationship before. Maybe Suemitsu is also a police officer? If he is a collector, doesn’t he often exhibit his collection? In the world of science, there are probably often threatening letters and the like. In both cases, the police will be involved, right? ]

[Anyway, the two of them must have known each other before, and Matsuo’s ability and attitude to deal with things can definitely be ranked in the top three among the characters who appear in murder cases. He was too cooperative with the police afterwards.]

[Metropolitan Police Department: Tears]

[Metropolitan Police Department: Can there be more citizens like this?]

[Ahhh, I can’t understand why the fake nephew only appears for half a page! That waist, neck, glasses and lips are really pale. I was shocked and he disappeared before my wife could even call him! Gone! ]

[They are all Cointreau candidates. Some of them appeared a few chapters ago and solved the case. Some of them subdued the criminals and threatened the young detective. Some of them never even showed their faces (dog head)]

[But in fact, the profile does not look very similar to Asari. There is no sense that the store owner can tell that they look alike at first glance. 73, what's wrong with you? I wanted to see the meal replacement of Black Fang Asari (pointing and pointing)]

It seems that the hypocritical appearance of that guy really fooled many people.

Thinking of the famous collector who was gentle and refined, wearing a slim suit and a monocle, and fooling others, he really couldn't stand it and just moved his eyes away from the face of the man in the picture.

He studied the picture carefully. The curvature of Yu Gu Miao's eyes, which appeared briefly in the picture, was slightly blocked by the thin metal frame, and the shadow cast by it blocked the curvature of the end of the eye. It was indeed not visible in the comics, but in reality, such a narrow frame really couldn't block the curvature of the eyes.

...Do I really have to change my glasses?

'It looks like a painter's style? It suits you well. At least it blocks these eyes. '

The style of a painter. Anyway, Yu Gu Miao also likes this kind of formal clothes. If he hadn't been kidnapped, maybe he would really become a painter like his mother.

Fei Niao Wu's expression became cold.

"... Very likely! He was probably silenced... My husband..." On the other side, the woman in the burgundy dress cried until her delicate makeup was ruined. She bit her lower lip and looked shaky. "His mental condition has been wrong since three months ago... It's getting worse recently. Sometimes he even talks in his sleep at night. He struggles in a cold sweat as if he's being chased by someone..."

"Did that uncle say anything?" Edogawa Conan asked first.

"No, he never told me these things, but... A few nights ago, I was really worried, so I stayed up late and secretly listened to his sleep... He kept muttering about... the organization..."

The little detective's pupils shrank.

"......and words like crow."

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