Conan: Peppermint Beluga

After Toru Amuro successfully resolved the courtship with the politician Abiru, Matsuda brought a blood sample to the fourth laboratory - this time, the new poison was provided by a newly recruited researcher, Hashimoto Taiga.

Standing at the door of the sixth laboratory, Matsuda raised his hand and knocked.

The door was opened, and Hashimoto Dahe looked like he had just woken up. The slovenly image made Matsuda's senses uncomfortable. He didn't like to communicate with such dirty people. He could even clearly see the whiteness on Hashimoto's chest. On the coat, there is the soup of tomato stewed meatballs that the auntie in the cafeteria downstairs is best at, and it is red and bright.

"You are?"

His voice was light and slightly hoarse, as if he had not had enough to eat and was weak.

"PORTO, I'm here to report the results to you."

Matsuda handed out the blood sample in his hand and said indifferently: "After taking it for the target, he had a seizure-like state, his limbs twitched and his eyes looked up, but he did not experience saliva or urinary incontinence."

"The time of death from the poison is very fast. This is a blood sample drawn after death."

Hashimoto Dahe reached out to take it, shook the blood in the bottle, and asked, "That's all? Haven't you figured out the cause of death?"

"Heart palsy."

"Okay, I get it, let's go."

After Matsuda left, Hashimoto Dahe scratched the head of his bird's nest with his hand, closed the door of the laboratory, and took a blood sample to prepare for testing.

The medicine he created was a white pill, very common, only the size of the nail of a little finger.

However, the poison is very strong. You only need one piece to dissolve in water. If you ingest more than 3 ml, it can cause heart palsy, and the appearance of the seizure is similar to that of epilepsy. The toxin in the body will automatically decompose after ten minutes.

Even a powerful coroner would find it difficult to detect that this was caused by poisoning, and would judge it as a sudden cardiac arrest or cardiac paralysis.

Hashimoto Okawa named this small pill: Hashimoto (Hashimoto).

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Tokyo International Airport.

Matsuda was about to go to New York with his passport. He didn't know what the woman was going to tell him to do, hoping it wouldn't be any trouble.

A black turtleneck sweater is layered with a black leather jacket, and the lower body is also pure black jeans, even the shoes are no exception.

The name on the passport is slanted to Matsuda Yoichi, and this Yoichi is still a pseudonym that he took casually.

Sitting on the rest bench near the boarding gate with one hand in his pocket habitually, Matsuda closed his eyes and started to rest. He was really tired from performing the task in the early morning yesterday, and the sleep time was simply not enough to make him feel full.

The red blood in the eyes is the proof.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Japan Rice Krispies Airlines flight M1679."

Listening to the sound from the radio, Matsuda silently picked up the black backpack and started boarding the plane.

I don't know if it's the face or the age. Before the plane took off, the flight attendant asked twice if I needed service.

A long air journey is the best way to catch up on sleep, and in the early hours of the morning, when everyone fell asleep, Matsuda woke up.

Standing up and walking towards the toilet, he washed his face to wake himself up a little, but when Matsuda returned to his seat, he noticed a line of sight from the back row.

Looking at each other, the black-haired boy covered with the blanket was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that his observation would be detected, and he showed an embarrassed smile.

"…"

Matsuda withdrew his gaze and didn't care too much. He raised his hand to pick up his carry-on backpack, took out a book that was as thick as a dictionary, and sat down to read it quietly.

He remembered who this black-haired boy was, one of the young couple he met on New Year's Eve.

Kudo Shinichi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the white and clean young man sitting down. When he was stared at just now, there was an inexplicable sense of pressure. I don't know if it was the detective's sixth sense. The boys are not ordinary people.

The cabin was very quiet in the early hours of the morning. Basically, all passengers fell asleep at this time. Only a few passengers who were worried did not fall asleep.

Matsuda flipped through the book in his hand, and in order to avoid disturbing others, he also slowed down his movements until—

A sudden scream.

He couldn't help looking up at the source of the screaming, and then the lights in the cabin were turned on, and a chestnut-haired stewardess picked up the voice broadcast phone slightly nervously and said, "Please pay attention to all passengers on the plane, just now I suddenly found There is an emergency patient in the cabin, if there are people working as doctors or nurses on board, please contact the nearest flight attendant."

Matsuda, who was very keen on crimes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned his eyes to the toilet where the screams came from. He was not in the mood to continue reading, and it seemed that he was about to be involved in the case.

As a person in the organization, naturally, I try not to get involved with cases that have nothing to do with me, let alone the police.

Matsuda originally planned to pretend to be sleeping, but not long after, the guy who had looked at him before stood beside him, with a confident smile on his face, pointed his index finger at him, and said with a smile: "The last one is this young man near the aisle."

"The five of them are quite close together." Mu Mu Shisan couldn't help but say.

"What exactly do you guys want to do?"

"What happened?"

Matsuda stood up lacking interest. He didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing every time he took a plane, and by coincidence, he met two police officers and a guy who was nosy and liked to play detective games.

And this guy who likes to play detective games always keeps his eyes on himself, which is really uncomfortable.

Listening to them discussing the case, Matsuda already roughly knew who the murderer was, but there was no evidence at present, and the murder weapon could not be deduced for the time being. However, as long as the police proposed to search the body and luggage, the case should be solved.

"All in all, since the six of you are all suspicious now, you must be asked to go to the bathroom for a body search and luggage inspection." Mu Mu Shisan said.

Matsuda glanced at Kudo Shinichi, who bowed his head in thought, and obediently went to cooperate with the body search.

What surprised Matsuda was that, through body searches and luggage inspections, nothing suspicious of a murder weapon was found.

"…"

Did his reasoning go wrong? This is impossible.

The murder weapon should be on the murderer's body, she shouldn't have time to deal with it.

Kudo Shinichi quietly walked to Shibu Takagi's side and whispered, "Officer Takagi, have you checked Mr. Matsuda's luggage?"

"Well, I checked."

"Nothing special?"

Shibu Takagi shook his head and recalled, "Air tickets, passports, wallets, and a book on anatomy."

"Anatomy?" Kudo Shinichi frowned. Sure enough, this person is not that simple. How can a high school student take such a serious thing, and he doesn't look like a medical student.

Although the callus on the tiger's mouth does not mean that he must have been using firearms for a long time, this possibility cannot be ruled out. Who are you, Matsuda Yoichi... What is your identity, and why can't you see through it?

Matsuda noticed that Kudo Shinichi was still staring at him. Could it be that he suspected that the murderer was me? That was really disappointing.

With such ordinary reasoning ability, it is better not to play detective games.

"Staring at me when you have time, why don't you think about what special weapon she is using."

Kudo Shinichi was slightly startled. Could it be that he already knew who the murderer was?

You can't lose to him.

Feeling that he was staring at him again, Matsuda turned his head to look at the girl whose light was reflected from the glass window. This unique unicorn hairstyle is really rare. It was the girl I saw on New Year's Eve. You only need to see this hairstyle. Never forget once. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

As for the name, Kudo called her Xiaolan at that time.

"This lady, is something wrong?"

"Ah... No."

Matsuda didn't speak, and stood silently waiting for the police to solve the case.

I don't know if what he said aroused Mr. Kudo's fighting spirit. The reasoning show that lasted for 20 minutes was really exciting, but when he heard the murder weapon, Matsuda lost his interest.

"That's Miss Xiao Kam... the steel wire you wear under the bra on your chest for support!"

Hearuma still couldn't believe it after hearing it, and questioned, "How could a woman use that kind of thing to kill people?"

"No, you are wrong. After sharpening the tip of the wire and piercing the back of the head, use the help of body weight to pierce the wire between the bones of the cervical spinal cord. The tip can reach the cervical spinal cord at a depth of 5 to 6 cm. Female strength It can be done too.”

I thought there might be some special weapon to hide, but I didn't expect it to be something I couldn't use.

But how did he know? Does he have a transvestite?

Matsuda, who is somewhat obtuse in some respects, did not consider another possibility, and ignored a certain unicorn girl.

Matsuda silently took a few steps back, trying to stay as far away from Kudo Shinichi as possible.

The big boss of women's clothing was by my side.

The case was successfully concluded. Listening to the murder motive described by the murderer, Matsuda felt that the victim deserved it.

As a photographer, I choose to create opportunities in the form of crime without taking the perfect picture. Matsuda couldn't help thinking of "One in 100,000 Accidents" written by Matsumoto Kiyotaka. Many accidents in this world are created with purpose.

I have done this myself.

Create coincidences.

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