Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends

"Really? It's late at night. What do the police want from us?" Okuma Isamu, who has the most attitude, asked impatiently.

"Just, I want to ask you guys, what were you doing around five in the evening?" Yamamura So asked, holding the police manual, ready to take notes at any time.

Around five in the evening, that is, the time when Yuya and his team found the body, which is consistent with the preliminary autopsy results obtained by the forensic officer.

Although Okuma Isamu's attitude was bad, he cooperated unexpectedly and was the first to speak: "Sleeping in the room."

Tatsuzo Kazuo squinted his eyes and said, "I was taking a shower."

The foreigner was the last to answer: "I went for a walk around here."

Although they told their actions, none of the three could help them prove their alibi.

Suzuki Sonoko pulled Mao Lilan and Miyano Shiho to the side and whispered.

"Do you think the man with the nose ring is suspicious?" Suzuki Sonoko whispered, "He doesn't look like a good person at first glance. Maybe he doesn't know Chinese characters, so the uncle asked me to write katakana."

Mouri Ran said, "In that case, the old man is also suspicious. You can see that his eyesight must be poor. Maybe it's because the Chinese characters are too small to see clearly."

Miyano Shiho, who has been watching Yuya's reasoning, has also made considerable progress in her reasoning ability. She feels that the reasoning of these two people is very subjective, but after thinking about it, she feels that she should match the atmosphere.

So she followed the analysis and said, "I think the foreigner is the most suspicious. Although his Japanese has some strange accents, it is still standard. It may be a bit difficult to understand Chinese characters, but if it is katakana or hiragana, it should be clear at once, right?"

Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Li Ran nodded in agreement.

Yuya on the side heard their private talk and almost couldn't help laughing out loud-exactly the same analysis, but in fact, it doesn't make sense.

On the other side, Yamamura So continued to ask: "Do you know "Red Leaves in Winter"?"

Okuma Isamu had a question mark on his face: "What is that?"

Tatsuzo Cottonuki shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."

The foreigner looked confused: "In winter, the maple leaves should all fall off, right?"

Yamamura So thought for a while, and said with a look of doubt: "I know, you must know but pretend not to know, right?"

He looked at the time and found that it was the broadcast time of the show, so he took out his mobile TV and turned it on, but was surprised to find that it was not "Red Leaves in Winter" that was playing, but a karate match.

The three suspects all showed confused expressions. What does it mean? Red Leaves in Winter is a karate match? What kind of match has such a meaningful name?

Just then, the commentary came from the TV, and at the same time a name broke into Suzuki Sonoko's ears.

She grabbed the mobile TV and looked at the screen excitedly. This time she clearly heard the name inside - Kyogoku Makoto! At the same time, the screen also showed photos of Kyogoku Makoto doing various karate poses.

Suzuki Sonoko immediately shouted excitedly, her face flushed.

"Huh?" Maori Ran was also surprised, "Mr. Kyogoku is going to participate in the European Karate King Challenge? Didn't he mention it to you?" Sonoko never said anything about this.

Suzuki Sonoko smiled as she watched the TV and said, "He said that if I saw him lose the game, he would rather commit seppuku, so he never told me about his participation in the competition. I didn't expect to be so lucky this time~lucky~~~"

"Seppuku?" Maori Ran was shocked. Is it that serious?

If you lose the game, you have to commit seppuku... Maori Ran recalled her own experience. Fortunately, she had never lost in a formal competition, and she was relieved immediately.

But she immediately became anxious. No, she had to continue to strengthen her training after returning. If she lost the game, would she really have to commit seppuku to apologize?

Conan and Yuya's mouths twitched at the same time. They knew Kyogoku Makoto's strength too well. There was no one in the world who could beat him, right?

Even Yuya didn't have the confidence to beat Kyogoku Makoto in a duel.

The two were indeed equally skilled in karate, but Kyogoku Makoto had been practicing hard for many years, and was much stronger than Yuya in terms of willpower and physique as a warrior.

At this moment, the police officer who confirmed the identity of the deceased with the film and television company came back. He said that there was no AD named HOZUMI in the crew, but for the sake of caution he still asked for the crew's personnel list.

Yamamura Cao took a closer look and couldn't help but ask: "Is this list okay? Why are there dates mixed in? Are they all real names?"

The police officer confirmed: "I have confirmed this, they are all real names."

"ThenIt's just strange..." Yamamura Cao touched his head and was very puzzled.

"Date?" A flash of lightning flashed through Conan's mind, and he immediately figured out the key information and the meaning of the uncle's death message.

He couldn't help but look at Yuya, and found that he was also looking at him. The two smiled tacitly and turned to leave the hotel.

Conan ran in front with his short legs. Just when he was about to say something, he found that Yuya was gone. Just when he was confused, he saw Yuya catching up.

"Where did you go?" Conan asked in confusion.

"Nothing." Yuya replied casually, surpassing Conan and running to the front.

"Wait for me! "Conan was anxious and quickly accelerated to catch up.

Soon, the two came to the maple tree that Conan had climbed in the morning.

The reason for coming here is that this maple tree is quite a distance away from the other maple trees full of red handkerchiefs, and there are no red handkerchiefs hanging on the nearby trees, only this one.

Most people would not tie a red handkerchief so far away from the check-in attraction. There was nothing wrong with it, but it seemed very suspicious in the case.

After turning around under the tree, they found a soft ground with traces of excavation.

Both stood still for a while.

Conan looked up at Yuya and gave him a look.

Yuya raised his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and looked away.

Conan:???

"Hey..." Conan raised his hand and pulled Yuya's clothes.

"What are you doing?" Yuya looked down at Conan.

Conan pointed to the soil.

"Hmm? "Yuya replied with a nasal sound.

Conan's forehead went dark. He could see that Yuya had no intention of digging the soil.

There was no way. Conan, who was eager to know the answer, could only kneel in front of the soil with tears in his eyes and dig it up quickly with his hands.

Yuya stood behind and watched Conan work hard.

Fortunately, the soil here had been dug recently. The soil was very soft and it didn't take much effort to dig it up. The things below might have been dug out once and were not buried deep.

Soon, the upper part of a human skull was exposed.

"I see..." Conan looked up at the red handkerchief on his head, "The so-called winter red leaves, is this the mark?"

"It looks like this, but I don't know whose it is, it has turned into bones, it looks like it's been many years. "Yuya supported his knees with both hands, bent down and looked at the half-exposed skull.

Conan looked at Yuya speechlessly with a dark forehead. He had obviously dug it out, why did this guy look at it as if it was a matter of course?