Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"Machiko, why are you here and dressed like this?"

Hearing Xiaolan's name to the big pink rabbit behind him, Yuji paused, narrowed his eyes and stared at Belmode, watching her turn her head away in embarrassment.

[Hey, why are you pretending to be me again...]

Holding his chest, Belmod closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice that Xiaolan could hear: "I'm just interested, and I don't like this very much..."

"It's so cute!" Xiaolan hugged Machiko suddenly and rubbed her body twice. Smelling the familiar aroma, she showed a kitten-like smile.

"Really? These are the pajamas I prepared carefully. I know you like them." Turning around in front of Xiaolan, Chris ignored the slightly disdainful looks from Yuji and Conan and continued to hug Xiaolan.

[I'm still here. Can you hold back a little while hugging my girlfriend? 】

Finding that the elevator indicator light was rising, Conan shook Yu Er's yellow leather pajamas, and the two brothers walked over together.

"Where is the dead?"

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Kudo Yuji in strange clothes and Conan holding his hand. Matsuda Jinpei lit a cigarette to cheer himself up and yawned.

"You are so tired, how dare you drive here?" Yuji shook his head and pointed to Mouri Kogoro's room with his inseparable gloves.

"Why don't you find a room to sleep first? You won't be able to solve the case if you don't have enough ideas."

"To shut up."

Putting on his gloves, Officer Matsuda skillfully ordered his subordinates to seal the door, and then asked Fei Yingli to explain what happened.

"As soon as I returned to the room, Mrs. Machino came over." Wearing short-sleeves and large pants, she walked out of the bathroom with her husband. Fei Yingli crossed her chest and began to recall: "She and her husband had a fight and said they wanted to stay here. After staying one night, I went to take a shower.”

When Mrs. Mori mentioned that Conan was on the phone, she came out of the bathroom and saw Mrs. Machino still alive. Officer Matsuda's eyebrows jumped and he subconsciously looked at Conan who was holding his chin next to Yuji and thinking.

"Did he kill him again..."

Realizing that everyone except Kudo Yuji was looking at him with doubtful eyes, Officer Matsuda raised his head and helplessly threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray next to the corridor.

"It's like this every time anyway..."

Walking straight into the room, he immediately saw the woman lying on the bed near the door. Her body was stiff, the back of her head was slightly black, and there was a pool of bruises next to her.

Crouching down, Matsuda touched the blood, and with a pinch of his index finger and thumb, he determined the approximate time of the deceased's death.

"It won't take more than half an hour, which is when the lawyer comes out for the second time."

How did this guy do it? !

Conan immediately rushed to Officer Matsuda, pulled Curly's sleeves hard, and asked curiously: "Hey, Officer Matsuda, how did you judge it?"

"Taste, viscosity, color and humidity." Officer Matsuda turned his head and pointed to the grille on the window: "And the lawyer did not turn on the air conditioner, so it will not affect my determination."

"It's so powerful. How did you do it?"

After a pause, the curly-haired police officer looked at Conan kindly. He took off his gloves, gently put his hands on the side of the pupil's head, and then squeezed hard.

"It hurts, it hurts, Officer Matsuda!"

"Who do you think did this?!" After being thrown out of the room by Uncle Maori, Conan noticed Belmod who was talking to Xiaolan and suddenly thought about it.

"Sister Machiko, did you see anyone running in a panic in the aisle?" Conan walked to his girlfriend, squeezed in, and separated them.

"This is really not the case. I have been in Yuji's room, so I don't know." Chris noticed Xiaolan's slightly surprised look, put the plush gloves to her mouth, and coughed twice.

"We played a card game and didn't do anything weird. Please don't get me wrong."

"Who...who misunderstood!!" Xiaolan's face turned red, she snorted, stiffly walked into the room, and left Conan, Yuji and Belmod in the corridor.

Glancing at the smiling Belmode, Yuji turned his head helplessly and rubbed his brother's pale face red.

"Think about it carefully, a lesbian girlfriend is better than a shotatric girlfriend. Be more open-minded, bro." Spreading his hands, Yuji whistled nonchalantly: "In the worst case, when you change back, I'll ask Yuko to find one for you. The best doctor.”

After comforting Conan, Yuji turned his thoughts to the corpse in the room.

"But Aunt Yingli said that she clearly saw Mrs. Machino sleeping soundly when she came out." The young man walked to Fei Yingli and confirmed again: "Auntie, are you sure Mrs. Machino was still alive at that time?"

"She was still snoring at the time. She must be alive." Fei Yingli suddenly felt her body sink. She glanced slightly and discovered that it was her husband's purple suit jacket.

"I noticed just now that there were other marks on the carpet on the floor."

Forcing himself to forget about what was wrong with his girlfriend for the time being, Conan took out his phone and showed the picture to Yuji.

"There was blood on the bottom of the sheet, but not on the top, and there was this long blood stain on the blanket next to the leg of the bed, both of which were weird."

Before Conan could continue, a burst of wailing interrupted the discussion between the brothers. They looked at the man who was stopped by the police at the door of the room, and all moved forward.

"Let me in, my wife is dead, why don't you let me in!"

This man was a bit thin. If he were like Mouri Kogoro, he would have been able to rush in even if the police stopped him, but he was not good at it. Even when he shook the police, he couldn't make them move a step.

"Is this what the police in Tokyo are like? My wife is dead!"

"Please calm down, Mr. Machino, we don't want to see this kind of thing, but since something has happened to your wife, as a husband, shouldn't the top priority be to bring the murderer of his wife to justice and send him to prison?"

After glaring at his subordinates, Officer Matsuda walked to the front, stretched out his hand and patted Mr. Machino on the shoulder: "I want to ask, what were you doing half an hour ago?"

"Why are you asking this..." Looking at the policeman in confusion, Machino suddenly reacted and his whole face turned red: "Asshole, do you suspect that the murderer is me? How is this possible!"

"Although I'm not trying to hit you, I just handled a case this morning. It was a wife who killed her husband. I made a routine inquiry at that time and found that she was exactly the same as you are now. There have been similar cases many times before."

To put it simply, you have gained experience after brushing a copy dozens of times.

Curly showed a harmless smile: "I think you don't want to be suspected, so you will definitely tell me what you were doing at that time."

"That... of course."

Machino swallowed: "I was sleeping at the time."

"I see." Officer Matsuda looked up and down: "That means there is no alibi, right?" (End of Chapter)