Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 627: The voice and appearance are still there, and the smile will last forever! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
Room 201.

"Yumi...it's time to eat!"

Arriving at Yumi Horikoshi's door, Yukio Ayashiro raised his hand and knocked on the door, his movements polite and gentle, "Yumi, we're here to call you for dinner, please open the door!"

However, the room was dead silent, with no response. He knocked harder and called out louder, but there was still no response.

"What happened?"

Ayashiro Yukio frowned slightly and looked at the people behind him with confusion, hesitating whether he should continue knocking on the door.

Noticing his gaze, everyone gave him encouraging looks, as if saying: Warrior, go ahead, it's time to show your courage.

Seeing that no one was willing to step forward, Ayashiro Yukio had no choice but to bite the bullet and reach out to push the door.

The door where I touched was not locked. As the door was slowly pushed open, a thick darkness like ink and a bone-chilling chill rushed towards me, like an invisible giant beast opening its bloody mouth.

Ayashiro Yukio swallowed and said, "Why are you still sleeping? I'll turn on the light!"

As he spoke, he groped in the dark for the light switch, his fingertips moving frantically on the wall.

When he finally touched the switch and turned on the light with a "click", the scene that came into view the next second made everyone shudder and gasp in shock.

I saw Yumi Horikoshi leaning quietly against the wall, her face as pale as paper, bloodless. Bright red blood slowly flowed down her forehead, forming shocking bloodstains. She was lifeless, like a cold statue that had been covered in dust by time and had lost its soul.

On the wall behind her, there was a large patch of blood from when she fell. The glaring red color looked particularly hideous against the pale wall.

Seeing this scene, the room instantly fell into a deathly silence, as if time had been frozen by an invisible hand. Everyone seemed to be cast under a spell, frozen in place, unable to move, with shock and fear written all over their faces, their eyes wide open, staring at the unbelievable scene in front of them, their minds blank, unable to accept what they saw.

Noriko Ayashiro covered her mouth in fear, trying to suppress the scream that was about to come out, but her body was still shaking slightly uncontrollably; Yukio Ayashiro stood there in a daze, the smile on his face instantly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a look of deep fear, as if fear had gripped his heart; Kogoro Mori was also completely stunned, his face, which had originally turned red due to drunkenness, instantly turned pale as frost, and he sobered up all of a sudden, with only shock and confusion in his eyes, as if he was in a nightmare that he could not wake up from...

"Yu...Yumi?"

Noriko Ayashiro's lips trembled, and her voice was as weak as a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

"Yumi!" Then, she seemed to come to her senses suddenly, and looking at Yumi Horikoshi who was lying against the wall, she was so excited that she wanted to rush over to check on her good friend.

"Don't touch her!"

Seeing the people about to rush into the scene, the detective Nakamichi Kazushi shouted loudly, and then quickly stopped everyone like a wall, with a serious and unquestionable look: "Now in this room, except for me, the detective, and the two detectives Maori and Baiye, no one else is allowed to step into the room!"

At this point, he paused, turned his head to look at Mao Lilan, and ordered anxiously: "Xiaolan, go call the police!"

However, Mao Lilan did not respond to his orders. She still stood there blankly with empty eyes. It seemed that she had not yet recovered from this sudden and terrifying scene. Her mind was blank.

"Why are you still standing there?"

Seeing that Mao Lilan was still standing there without moving, Nakamichi Kazushi frowned slightly and had to urge her again, his tone full of anxiety, "Go and notify the police!"

"it is good!"

This time, Mao Lilan finally came to her senses and ran out of the room like a frightened deer, rushing towards the phone. The hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, adding a bit of tension to the atmosphere.
……

Just as Mao Lilan went to notify the police, Bai Ye quickly put on gloves, stepped into the room with capable and steady movements, and began a preliminary investigation of the scene. His eyes were like a precise searchlight, sweeping over every corner and every object in the room, not missing any tiny traces.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Kogoro Mouri suppressed the shock and indescribable disbelief that was surging in his heart. He took a deep breath, calmed his pounding heart, and walked into the room with slightly heavy steps.

At this moment, his eyes showed both the keen exploration of the case as a detective, and the sadness and reluctance for what happened to his old friend.

Under the anxious and frightened gaze of the crowd, Kogoro Mori slowly approached Yumi Horikoshi.

He tried to calm himself, but his body was still shaking slightly.

He slowly stretched out his hand, his fingers trembling slightly, and gently reached out to smell Yumi Horikoshi's breath.

The next moment, his face suddenly became as heavy as the bottom of a pot, as if he had been hit hard by a huge rock.

He took another deep breath to calm his inner grief, then slowly turned his head, his eyes slowly swept over everyone, and then gently shook his head. His voice was heavy, low and almost hoarse, as if he was suffocating under the pressure of a heavy burden: "Yumi, she is no longer alive"

These few short words were like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, making their entire world seem to fall into deathly silence in an instant.

In the corridor outside the room, Ayashiro Yukio and Ayashiro Noriko were clinging to each other tightly, their faces were as pale as frost, without any blood, as if they were completely shrouded in a layer of haze.

The two clasped their hands tightly together, their knuckles turning white due to excessive force, as if they could draw a little strength from each other to resist the terrible reality before their eyes. Ayashiro Yukio's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and his voice became hoarse and broken due to sobbing: "How could this happen, how could Yumi..." His words were full of shock and grief over the death of his friend, as if he was questioning why fate was so cruel.

Noriko Ayashiro shed tears silently, her tears sliding down her cheeks like beads with broken strings, dripping onto the floor beneath her feet with a "tick-tock" sound, and the splashing water seemed like her broken heart.

Her eyes were filled with endless sadness and fear, which was the awe and sadness of facing the death of her best friend, and the deep panic of the unknown truth.

Next to them, Atsushi Omura was like a lifeless statue, leaning weakly against the wall of the corridor, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

His lips kept trembling, and he kept muttering: "This is terrible, who did this..."

The voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying a hint of despair and helplessness, but received no response.

"There's a bullet mark on her temple, and she's holding a pistol in her right hand!" Maori Kogoro looked at Yumi Horikoshi's body, his expression so solemn that it seemed like water could drip out of it, "Could it be that Yumi committed suicide?"

His words showed doubt and the difficulty in accepting this cruel speculation, as if he was trying to find a reasonable explanation from these confusing clues.

"This gun?"

While he was thinking, Conan, who was standing outside the door, seemed to have discovered some key clues. His expression suddenly became serious and focused. "Uncle, do you think it could be the gun used by the bank robber?"

His voice was crisp but firm, and in this depressing atmosphere, it was like a thunderclap, instantly breaking everyone's meditation.

Hearing this, Maori Kogoro turned around in astonishment, his eyes full of shock and confusion: "What did you say?"

His voice rose slightly in surprise, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

After saying that, he hurriedly lowered his head, his eyes fixed on the pistol in Yumi Horikoshi's hand, as if he could see through the gun.

It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. Once he looked at it, he felt that the pistol seemed familiar, as if there was a vague shadow overlapping it in the depths of his memory. Moreover, this sense of familiarity was extremely strong, as if he had seen this gun with his own eyes not long ago.

No, it wasn't as if, but he had actually seen the gun with his own eyes!
Before he met his old classmate Yumi Horikoshi by chance!
"This gun is indeed a Smith & Wesson M439! There are traces of it hitting something on the gun body." Maori Kogoro's voice was low and hoarse, his face heavy, "Also, Yumi was also at the scene that day!"

Recalling the scene of his previous encounter with this old classmate, every detail kept magnifying in his mind, and his expression became more and more solemn, as if he was shrouded in fog, but he could vaguely glimpse the dawn of truth in the depths of the fog, "So, Yumi planned to do this from the beginning, that's why she picked up the gun?"

His words not only expressed affirmation of his own reasoning, which was the result of his keen intuition and logical judgment acquired through years of career as a detective, but also contained deep sighs for his friend's complex inner world, as if he could feel the unknown pain and struggle deep in her heart.

After coming to this conclusion, he spoke slowly, his voice low and slow, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of weight: "If this is true, it means that she had already planned to commit suicide at the class reunion!"

These words were like a heavy stone, pressing heavily on everyone's heart, making everyone fall into a long silence and contemplation, as if time had stopped for this moment.

Omura Jun's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, his voice became sharp due to shock, breaking the oppressive silence: "This... this is impossible? How is this possible?"

He seemed to be desperately resisting this cruel reality, trying to find a flaw in his chaotic thoughts to prove that all this was just an absurd nightmare. After waking up from the dream, his old classmate was still alive and well in this world and could still talk and laugh like before.

Ayashiro Yukio also looked bewildered, his brows twisted into a knot, his face full of confusion, his voice full of puzzlement about his old classmate's behavior: "Why is this happening? Yumi has no reason!"

Noriko Ayashiro suddenly covered her cheeks with her hands, and crystal tears flowed uncontrollably from between her fingers, like beads that had broken off a string. Her voice was filled with tears and trembling, as if she would be drowned by the torrent of sadness at any time: "Yumi has always been a very cheerful person, how could she suddenly... There must be something we don't know about that forced her into a desperate situation."

Her eyes were filled with sadness and pity, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past. The happy times she spent with Yumi emerged one by one, and her friend's smile as bright as the sun was still vivid in her mind, but what she saw now was the other's cold and stiff body.

This strong and cruel contrast made it impossible for Noriko Ayashiro to accept this heartbreaking fact, and her heart was filled with endless grief and regret.

Ayashiro Yukio took a deep breath, trying to calm his trembling emotions, and tried to make his voice calmer: "When we were having a party together before, she was still excitedly planning her next trip. Why did she suddenly choose this desperate path..."

His gaze was fixed empty into the distance, as if he was still immersed in those beautiful memories, his eyes full of nostalgia for the past and resistance to reality.

The scenes of them chatting and imagining the future together were still churning in his mind. He could hardly believe that the lively Yumi had turned into the cold girl before his eyes.

Omura Jun frowned and paced back and forth anxiously. Suddenly he stopped, as if he had thought of something. His voice was filled with regret and self-blame, and he almost choked up: "Yumi said those stupid things about not wanting to live before, but I thought she was just complaining and in a bad mood, and I didn't take it seriously at all. She was still having a happy party here. If I had noticed that she was not in a good state earlier and cared more about her, maybe..."

His words stopped abruptly, his face full of pain and self-blame, as if he was blaming himself for being careless and not being able to lend a helping hand when his friend needed it most.

Maori Kogoro looked at Horikoshi Yumi's body, his eyes gradually turned red, as if covered with a thin layer of mist, and his voice was obviously choked: "Yumi, why are you so depressed..."

Looking back on the past, although he always felt helpless and even annoyed with Horikoshi Yumi's self-willed and inconsiderate behavior, they were still classmates who had known each other for more than ten years. The youth they spent together, the jokes and jokes in class, the secret notes they passed, the reunions after graduation, the joys and sorrows of life, all of which carried the deep friendship between them and were precious memories that could not be erased by time.

At this moment, looking at his old classmate's vibrant life becoming so cold and lifeless lying in front of him, Maori Kogoro's heart seemed to have overturned a seasoning bottle, with mixed feelings, full of sadness and melancholy...

(End of this chapter)