Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 630: The Miracle of Resurrection from the Dead! (Monthly Ticket Request!)

"Hey, hey, Xingxiong, don't let your imagination run wild!"

Hearing this, before Kogoro Mouri could say anything, Nakamichi Kazushi on the side hurriedly waved his hand, signaling his old classmate not to think too much about it.

"We just talked about it. Yumi was killed around 3pm, which was right after she separated from us."

Nakamichi Hezhi straightened his back slightly, cleared his throat, and began to analyze the case clearly. His voice was steady and powerful, and every word was full of professionalism and confidence. "You, Noriko, and a few of us were playing billiards in the billiard room from three to six o'clock. It is completely untrue that we were the murderers just based on the time."

At this point, Nakamichi Kazushi seemed to have thought of something, paused, and added, "Besides, during this period of time, the only person who left the billiard court was Chun who went to the bathroom. I remember it was around five o'clock, and he came back in less than a minute after leaving, so Chun couldn't be the murderer, because he didn't have the time to commit the crime."

Ayashiro Yukio frowned and asked in confusion, "So, is there someone else who committed the murder?"

Nakamichi Kazushi nodded and replied solemnly, "Yes, it is very possible."

As he spoke, he walked quickly to the window, pointed at the eaves of the hotel, and began to analyze: "Based on the structure of the eaves of this hotel, the murderer can easily reach any place along the eaves, and the possibility of breaking into the room and killing is very high. Moreover, the windows and entrance doors are not locked, so it is indeed easy for people outside to get in. Maybe it was an outsider who committed the crime."

Nakamichi Kazushi is indeed a policeman. After a thorough analysis, his logic is so clear that people can't help but believe him. "In short, let's go find the hotel staff first to see if we can find any clues. Maybe they have seen a suspicious person."

"it is good."

Naturally, people would not have too many objections to this.

The group walked along the slightly dim corridor. Along the way, Conan lowered his eyes, thinking about something. From time to time, he quietly looked at Omura Jun, with a probing look in his eyes, as if he wanted to find the key breakthrough in the case from Omura Jun.

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Everyone came to the front desk. The old lady behind the counter listened to everyone's story quietly. She looked calm and gently wiped an old teacup in her hand. After listening, she squinted her eyes slightly, her eyelids drooped slightly, as if she was lost in the memories of the past. She spoke slowly: "A stranger? It was around three o'clock in the afternoon. It was lunch time and we all went out. When we returned to the hotel, we didn't see any suspicious people..."

As the old woman was talking, her eyes suddenly lit up, she clenched her fists and pounded them on her palms, saying loudly, "Oh! Wait, I remember, there seem to be two very suspicious people."

This sudden loud voice instantly broke the silence and attracted everyone's attention like a magnet.

"Hmm?" Nakamichi Hezhi immediately perked up, his tired eyes instantly becoming sharp. He asked eagerly, "What kind of people are they?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, leaning slightly forward, eager to know the answer.

The old woman was in high spirits and described the situation vividly. The wrinkles on her face rose and fell with her rich expressions. "They were two young people, a man and a woman. They were in a hurry. After they came, they ran to the second floor without saying a word."

As she spoke, she quickly gestured in the air with her hands to show the hurried running of the two men, trying to make everyone see the scene more clearly.

Nakamichi Hezhi was not willing to miss out on the key details, and immediately asked: "Do these two young men have any specific characteristics?"

The old woman raised her hand and pointed without hesitation at Mao Lilan and Bai Ye who were standing behind her. She said in a firm and decisive tone: "Aren't they standing behind you? It's those two!"

Then he pointed his finger at his chin and added, "I remember it was exactly half past six, when the fireworks display started..."

When Mao Lilan heard the old woman identify herself and Bai Ye as suspicious persons, her face suddenly turned pale. She waved her hands rapidly in the air, as if to dispel this inexplicable suspicion. Her face was full of anxiety, and she even spoke faster unconsciously. She hurriedly explained, "It was time to set off the fireworks, so Bai Ye and I ran back to ask Aunt Yumi to watch it together."

Bai Ye looked calm, took a step forward, and said in a steady, unhurried voice, "Yes, we did come back at that time, but we just wanted Miss Yumi to enjoy the fireworks display with us. We did not do anything unusual during the period, and it is impossible that it is related to the case."

Maori Kogoro also recalled and agreed: "Oh, that's true... But Xiaolan and Bai Ye really had no reason to hurt Yumi, and the time they came back did not match the time when Yumi was killed."

Mao Lilan nodded, her emotions calmed down a little, and continued: "Then we walked to Aunt Yumi's door and were about to enter her room..."

Before she could finish her words, Nakamichi Kazushi crossed his arms and took over the conversation: "I stopped them. Yumi hates being woken up the most, so I thought it would be best not to wake her up."

A complex expression flashed across his face, as if he was recalling the past with Yumi, or as if he was reflecting on his decision at the time, mixed with a barely perceptible sense of loneliness and emotion.

Kogoro Mori was a little confused. He fixed his eyes on Nakamichi Kazushi and asked, "Kazushi, why were you still staying in the hotel at that time?" There was a hint of inquiry in his voice, breaking the slightly depressing atmosphere in the room.

Nakamichi Kazushi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a perfect smile, and explained slowly: "Because I was sweating all over after playing table tennis, I felt sticky and uncomfortable, so I went to take a bath in the big bath first. After all, I don't want to watch the fireworks all sweaty and smelly, and it's not polite to you and Achun." As he spoke, he shrugged lightly, and his expression seemed to be telling a very ordinary little thing.

As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and his eyes shot like arrows towards Ayashiro Yukio and Ayashiro Noriko beside him. With a hint of inquiry in his eyes, he scanned back and forth between their faces, as if trying to capture some missed details from their expressions.

"By the way, I remember that you two, Yukio, seemed to have gone to take a shower as well."

Ayashiro Yukio nodded and replied, "Yes, we both took a bath in the open-air bath." Ayashiro Noriko's eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes. She said in a sobbing voice, "But, if we forced Yumi to wake up at that time, maybe she wouldn't..." Her words were full of self-blame and regret, as if she was trapped in endless painful memories.

Ayashiro Yukio quickly hugged his wife, patted her shoulders gently, and tried to soothe her inner pain. "What are you talking about, wife? Yumi died when we were playing billiards. Even if we called her, it would be too late."

Looking at Ayashiro Yukio comforting his wife, Conan frowned slightly and fell into a brief contemplation. His brain was working rapidly, and various clues kept interweaving and colliding in his mind. After a moment, he cast his eyes on Omura Jun, with a polite smile on his face, and said in a crisp voice: "Uncle, I have something to ask you."

When Omura Jun heard this, his body stiffened slightly and a barely perceptible panic flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure and just laughed dryly twice without answering. There was a hint of embarrassment and unnaturalness in that smile.

Maori Kogoro keenly noticed the abnormality of Omura Jun. He strode forward, patted Omura Jun's shoulder, and said in a serious and deep voice, "Ajun, what are you hiding? You have been acting strange since the evening."

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring at Omura Jun intently, as if he wanted to dig out the secrets in his heart.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on Omura Jun. Those glances were like sharp blades, piercing straight at Omura Jun with surprise and doubt.

Under the scrutiny of everyone, Omura Jun felt uncomfortable all over, as if he was being roasted on a blazing fire, every inch of his skin was burning, and he was fidgeting. His hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, trying to relieve the extreme tension in his heart.

Seeing that Omura Jun was still hesitating and indecisive at this time, Maori Kogoro's anxiety and anger surged like a raging tide. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Omura Jun's collar. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Omura Jun's collar. The veins on his hand bulged like angry green snakes. His eyes were wide open, burning with anger, and he asked loudly: "Tell me, what are you hiding?"

His voice was like the roar of an angry lion, echoing in the room and hurting people's eardrums.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Omura Jun's forehead, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, soaking his clothes. His lips trembled slightly, and he stammered, "No...no, nothing happened..."

As he spoke, his eyes were evasive, like a frightened rabbit. He didn't dare look directly into Mouri Kogoro's sharp eyes that seemed to see through everything. He could only look away guiltily and wander around in panic in the corner of the room.

Kogoro Mori said firmly: "No, you must be hiding something." He felt that the reaction of this old classmate was too abnormal and it was obvious that he was hiding something from everyone.

Seeing that he could no longer conceal the truth, Omura Jun could only stammer, "I... I just... accidentally saw it when I went to the bathroom from the billiard room."

His voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was trying hard to hide something.

"What did you see? Tell me clearly!"

Kogoro Mori was extremely anxious, his voice trembling slightly with anxiety. He moved forward and got close to Atsushi Omura, almost face to face, his eyes full of anxiety and expectation, wishing he could immediately dig out the buried truth from Atsushi Omura's mouth.

Ayashiro Yukio also had an anxious look on his face. He took a step forward and asked, "Did you see the murderer?" He clenched his fists tightly, his body leaned forward slightly, and his whole body exuded an aura of eagerness to know the answer, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Omura Jun took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling violently, as if he had gathered all the courage in his body, and slowly shook his head, "No, I saw Yumi."

His voice was filled with helplessness and confusion, as if even he himself had not yet recovered from what he had seen and was still trying to digest this bizarre scene.

"what?"

"Did you see Yumi?"

When everyone heard the news, their expressions froze instantly, as if they were cast under a spell, and then they were filled with deep shock. Their originally tense nerves were severely pulled by this unexpected information at this moment, and everyone's face was filled with disbelief.

Maori Kogoro subconsciously let go of Omura Jun, his face full of disbelief, his mouth wide open, and exclaimed: "Huh? What nonsense are you talking about?"

As he spoke, he shook his head unconsciously, as if trying to deny this ridiculous statement, and his facial features were slightly distorted with surprise.

Ayashiro Noriko's eyes widened, full of fear and confusion. She covered her mouth with both hands, as if she couldn't believe what she heard. She couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you sure you saw it clearly? Is that person really Yumi?"

Her voice trembled slightly with fear, echoing in the slightly dim room, with a hint of trembling at the end of the voice.

"How could it be Yumi!" Kogoro Mouri raised his voice with a hint of annoyance in his tone, "It was already past five o'clock when Jun went to the bathroom. Yumi should have been dead by then!" As he spoke, he paced back and forth, waving his hands in the air, trying to emphasize his point with this action.

How could a person who had been dead for a long time appear again? He seriously suspected that his old classmate was talking nonsense, or was unwilling to accept the cruel fact that Yumi Horikoshi was dead, and he became mentally confused and his mind was in chaos.

Omura Jun sighed helplessly and spread his hands, his face full of confusion and helplessness: "Yes! I thought so too. But at that time, I really saw Yumi, who was supposed to be dead, standing at the window on the second floor, watching every move in the billiard room with a serious face! If this matter was not too unbelievable, how could I have kept it secret?"

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and the scene fell into a strange silence. The new clue thrown out by Omura Jun made the case even more confusing...

(End of this chapter)