Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"Rokugawa Tsuyoshi, 36 years old this year, is a psychiatrist and a top doctor in this hospital."

The policemen surrounding the psychiatric department were collecting information about the deceased, but no one wanted to continue reasoning because the policeman in charge had not appeared yet.

"Inspector Megure is here!" The policeman who was lying on the windowsill and observing the situation outside shouted.

In the hall, a police officer in an orange coat and a hat led another uneasy policeman in from outside the hospital. While his subordinates made way for him, he also reminded the policemen around him.

"Be careful. This time, Kudo said he was busy with a manuscript in the editorial office and couldn't come over. We have to figure it out on our own."

Inspector Megure glanced at Kogoro Mouri beside him, signaling him not to make random inferences this time and push everyone in the Investigation Section into a trap.

To be honest, Inspector Megure regretted recommending Kogoro Mouri, who was still a college student, to the police academy. This guy was not as capable as he had imagined, and his reasoning skills were exactly the same as his.

[But the shooting ability is still good...]

The fat police officer coughed, went up to the psychiatric clinic, ordered everyone to move aside, and then observed the body of the deceased.

The man lying beside the examination chair was wearing a white doctor's gown, his eyes were clearly staring outward, and there was a circle of bruises on his neck, obviously due to suffocation caused by the attack.

"Who was the first person to discover the body?"

Megure turned to ask Maori Kogoro, who was stunned for a moment and immediately collected information from his colleagues. While his subordinates were working, the police officer slowly walked to the deceased's desk and checked it with his gloved hands.

Liuchuan's desk is very tidy, with everything placed in its respective place. On the far left of the desk is a small radio, and next to the radio are many books on human brain studies.

"Psychiatrist, do you still need to learn about brain science?"

Inspector Megure thought for a moment and looked at Maori who came back to report.

"Officer Megure, from the results everyone has collected, the first person to discover the body was the head nurse." Maori Kogoro said, holding the police manual: "Doctor Rokugawa received a male patient in the morning, and then went to the cafeteria to buy a piece of bread to eat..."

"Wait!" Inspector Megure stretched out his hand to interrupt Mao Li's words: "He is married, right?"

"Yes." Maori Kogoro glanced at the ring on the dead body: "He has a wife, but no children."

This is so strange. In Japan, housewives will prepare bento for their husbands unless there are special circumstances, otherwise their husbands will be laughed at by outsiders.

Furthermore, given the deceased’s status and income, even if he didn’t have a lunch box, he wouldn’t have to buy bread to replace lunch. Couldn’t he have eaten the daily meal in the cafeteria?
"Go check with the salesperson at the canteen."

After casually sending away a subordinate, Inspector Megure asked Kogoro Mori to contact Rokugawa's wife.

"There are also patients coming in and out of the hospital, bring them here with the head nurse."

"Hi."

Holding the phone book that the police had found on the body of the deceased, Kogoro Mouri went out immediately. Considering that the duty nurse station only had a pager connected to the hospital, he had to go to the inpatient nurse station and prepare to borrow the landline phone there to call Mrs. Rokukawa.

He went downstairs and loosened his suit buttons and tie because they were too tight. He rushed into the inpatient department and lay down beside the nurses' station. He slapped his police ID on the table, picked up the phone, compared it with the landline of Rokukawa's house, and started dialing.

"husband?"

"Eh?"

When Kogoro Mouri was halfway through dialing the number, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear. He turned around and saw his wife's blushing face, so he put the receiver down a little.

"Eri! Why is your face so red?"

"Oh, it's Kogoro!"

The person who answered him was not Eri Mori. Although he didn't see the person, the familiar and lively tone made the policeman immediately determine that it was his high school classmate and his wife's friend Yukiko.

"As expected, Yukiko."

Maori Kogoro's eyes paused for a moment at the child next to his old classmate, and then he listened to the other party's explanation of the situation of his wife and daughter, and pounded the table at the nurse's station with some regret. "If I had known earlier, I would have asked for leave to accompany you and your daughter." Maori Kogoro hugged Maori Eri.

"That's right, the police can't solve the case anyway, so I might as well stay with my wife."

The little brat next to Kudo Yukiko suddenly spoke wildly, which made Maori Kogoro, who had just joined the police force, a little dissatisfied. He narrowed his eyes, as if hoping to scare the boy in this way.

"Ou-chan, is there something wrong with your eyes?" Kudo Yuji, imitating Conan's way of addressing Mouri Kogoro, didn't care at all and even made a mockery.

"Ou…Ou-chan?!"

Maori Kogoro's sharp eyes immediately turned into beady ones. It was the first time he heard a child address him as a middle-aged uncle in such a friendly way. He rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "I'm not that old, and why are you addressing me so intimately?"

This is obviously the first time they meet.

"What does it matter? This child is so cute."

Yukiko covered her mouth and laughed, while she secretly glanced at her son from the corner of her eye, trying to see what was going on inside his little body.

[Could it be… ah…]

Holding his wife in his arms, Kogoro Mori followed Yukiko's instructions and brought Eri Mori to his daughter's ward. To the panic of Ran Mori, he put her mother on the bed, then rang the call bell at the bedside and waited for the nurse to come.

"You're still so lame. Aren't you going to make a phone call?"

Yukiko Kudo put her hands on her hips and shook her head, looking at the phone book that her old classmate had left on the nurse's desk, then lowered her head and touched her son's shoulder.

"You-chan, you said mom..."

"Let's make a phone call." Kudo Yuuji jumped onto the nurse's table with his feet in the air, hanging himself on the table, staring at the old-fashioned push-button phone: "He should be planning to call the deceased's family over, they are also suspects."

"Family members are also... suspects?"

"Isn't it very common for wives to kill their husbands and sons to kill their parents?" Kudo Yuji took the phone book and looked through it, saying some very inhumane words in the horrified eyes of the nurses and other patients.

[This is common in the world of reasoning. ]

“Ah…” Kudo Yukiko held her forehead and wailed, “Although Yuu-chan is much more depressed than before, your values ​​are still wrong.”

"There are no completely correct three views in this world. It's better to say that everyone is different."

After searching for a long time, he found no other relatives' phone numbers except the Rokukawa family's landline. Yuji clicked on the number and jumped off the nurse's table.

"Come on, Mom, you're really interested now."

The boy was moved by his mother's words and hesitated to respond to her.

[Whether it’s true or not, she is my mother who has always cared about me…]

He gave Kudo Yukiko a thumbs up and glared out his white teeth: "Go and deduce the criminal, Heisei's formalin."

"That's Sherlock Holmes!"

"Sorry, wow, neon pot, I'm dead, this is not good."

"What nonsense are you suddenly saying?"

Kudo Yukiko shook her head: "Does this count as... getting better?"

(End of this chapter)