How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

"Wow!! It's Mr. Kazama!! It's really Mr. Kazama! I heard someone say it before, but I didn't expect it to be really him!!

"Kuaidou Kuaidou, you are relatively tall, help me take more pictures of Mr. Kazama!"

Before Kuroba Kuaidou could react, he had already stuffed a camera into his hand.

This camera was originally brought over to take a downward view of the top of the Ferris wheel when taking Aoko to the amusement park, and took pictures of a gem exhibition venue next to the amusement park.

I didn't expect it to be used in this kind of scene first.

It's really sad.

"Kuaidou, what are you stunned! Take pictures now!! "

Ahem... Aoko, no need to take pictures now. "

Huh?"

Aoko looked at Kuaidou with strange eyes.

"How about I take you alone to see Kazama-san later?"

"Eh?!!!"

Aoko's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Do you and Mr. Kazama actually know each other? Wait, you specially brought me to the playground so far away before, wouldn't it be because you knew the news that Mr. Kazama would come here, so you specially ran over!! "

Kuaidou, you're really good for me!!"

Black Feather Speed: ......

In fact, it's too strange and boring to go to the playground alone, so I called Aoko by the way to cover my own exploration operations....

Well, this is a perfect misunderstanding, and if some uncle suspects it, there is a better reason to explain it.

Thinking of Aoko's father, Kuaidou was helpless.

This uncle really seems to like himself.

Every time he worked by himself, he chased after him, even if he changed back to the identity of Kuaidou, the uncle still raised his eyebrows at himself.

Anyway, I don't look at myself well.

Tut.

"Ahem, it's okay..."

Kuaidou scratched his head embarrassedly.

I thought I would get Aoko's praise, but I didn't expect to hear a sound for several seconds.

Looking up in doubt, he found that Qingzi had already reached the center of the crowd, and his eyes were full of stars looking at the person in the middle.

Kuaidou: ......

Sure enough, childhood sweethearts are not comparable to idols.

In the center of the crowd, after Kazama Tsuru saw the two, he showed a smile at Kuaidou and never looked over there again, just continued to look at the crime scene.

At present, the situation at the crime scene is still unclear, except for the very obvious poisoning phenomenon, what is slightly suspicious is the things on the table.

It can be seen that there should be two people, a man and a woman, eating with the deceased.

The woman was very fond of pink and wore things like bracelets on her hands.

A small scratch mark on the sushi, as well as a little sushi on the tablecloth, can prove it.

When people eat, half of them will pay attention to the tableware in their hands, and will not let the tableware touch the table too much.

But the jewelry on the hand is different, if there is no reminder from others, or if the owner changed the clothes that he cares about today, it is easy to get dirty in the case of such a party with friends.

After searching through the crowd for a while, Kazama Tsuru quickly found a woman who met the above requirements, and also found a man standing next to her who looked very close.

Both of them wore a necklace of a gourd around their necks, which should be a couple.

So the relationship between two people and the deceased ....

I don't know why, Kazama Tsuru's mind is full of plots with the original match and the junior, and the junior is on the top.

Shaking his head, he shook the contents of his head.

Sure enough, it was taken by Conan.

Well...... Maybe it could also be a little mourning?

"Kazama-san, do you have any ideas?"

On the side, Professor Fujiwara, who saw Kazama Tsuru pondering for a while, and after watching the crowd for a while, suddenly began to shake his head, and asked in confusion.

Kazama Tsuru came back to his senses and nodded with a smile.

"I have analyzed some things, and I know the people who ate with the deceased, but I still have no idea who the specific murderer is."

"This, that's it!"

Professor Fujiwara looked shocked and couldn't believe it.

The onlookers also had a low discussion, and they didn't know where Kazama Tsuru's information came from.

"Just as Sherlock Holmes first met Watson, the very precise and terrifying analysis, in fact, reasoning this kind of thing, as long as it is put bluntly, there is nothing special."

Seeing that he looked curious, and the police officer had not come over, and there was still a lot of time, Kazama Tsuru explained softly.

He looked at the table where the dead and the deceased were lying on their stomachs, and his smile narrowed a little.

"Every deceased person will leave us some information before she dies, perhaps, this is her last reluctance before she dies."

Sighing, Kazama Tsuru did not sell too much, and briefly explained to Professor Fujiwara the reason why he analyzed these things.

"So that's so..."

Professor Fujiwara nodded thoughtfully.

"In fact, reasoning analysis and archaeology, the two seem to be unrelated, there are still similarities in many places, they are all from some fixed items to know the information at that time."

Kazama Tsuru smiled and nodded.

This statement is very novel and indeed very reasonable.

Finally, after waiting for a long time, the guests who were far away from the table here had already left the store under command, leaving only a few nearby tables of customers forced to wait for the arrival of the police officer.

Kazama Tsuru started his own signature scene again, writing dozens of his own names, the font became more and more dragon and phoenix dance, and his hands gradually became sour.

Confessing to everyone in front of him, pretending to be unwell and hiding to the side to drink water, Kazama Tsuru finally got a moment to breathe.

"Mr. Fujiwara, are you sure someone really called the police?"

"Yes, I'm sure, because it's me who called."

Professor Fujiwara shook his phone with a smile, gloating all over his face.

"Actually, it's only been ten minutes since I called, and the officers haven't arrived here yet, which is normal."

"Whew..." Sitting

in a chair and carrying a glass of water felt very tired.

Kazama Tsuru sighed, looked at Professor Fujiwara's smile, and glanced at him angrily.

"I was already very skilled in signing the matter, but with so many of them, it still makes people have a headache."

"You should design a simpler signature."

With a gentle bow, Kazama Tsuru agreed with his words.

(For the Boss, 91/167).