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Chapter 348 I can tell if it's poisonous just by tasting it.
Chu Ke expressionlessly tossed the syrup into the empty trash can, which caught Conan's attention.

"Why did you throw away the syrup, brother?" After getting to the bottom of the matter, Conan realized he wasn't behaving like a child, so he could only try to cover it up by continuing his act: "This syrup hasn't even been opened yet, is it expired?"

The syrup here comes in small cups, about the size of a thumb. You just tear off the cap and you're good to go. It's usually served with coffee or bread.

"No, this syrup seems to have been poisoned." Chu Ke didn't intend to reveal Matsushima Wanqing's identity directly; he wanted to save it for his own revenge.

"Poisoning?!" Conan's voice suddenly rose.

Yes, that's true!
Aside from physical methods of killing, poisoning is also a very convenient way to kill someone in this snow-covered mountain lodge setting.

It just so happens that all the chefs in the kitchen have gone out to the warehouse to get ingredients, which is perfect timing, location and people.

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"Brother Chu Ke, how did you know? Did you see anyone tamper with this syrup?"

When Conan asked him a question, Chu Ke wanted him to smell the bitter almond scent left on the syrup box.

But just then, an idea popped into his head out of nowhere.

Chu Ke couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what he was going to do next, but he tried his best to recall the sad things and suppress his smile. He bent down, picked up the cup of syrup from the trash can, put it in Conan's hand, and then took it back.

"It's easy to tell if it's poisonous or not." Before Conan could figure out why Chu Ke had brought it back to him, Chu Ke casually tore off the lid and poured the syrup directly into his mouth.

"Can't I just taste it and find out if it's poisonous?"

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"ah?!!!"

Watching Chu Ke smoothly pour the syrup into his mouth and swallow it, Conan felt as if the wrinkles in his brain had been instantly smoothed out.

One second he was thinking that Chu Ke would probably ask him to smell something with a special scent or a suspicious color.

Who the hell would have thought Chu Ke would drink it straight away!

But the next moment after realizing what had happened, Conan actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from how readily Chu Ke drank, he probably never believed his statement that a death might occur tonight.

The claim that the syrup was poisonous was just a trick the other party concocted to amuse themselves.

Sigh, even a child's body has its inconveniences.

Conan paused for a moment, then looked up to speak.

But the next moment, the abnormal cherry-red color on Chu Ke's face caught his eye.

The older brother who was chatting and laughing with her just a moment ago is now showing obvious signs of cyanide poisoning, and he has collapsed to the ground, beginning to convulse and stiffen.

Immediately afterwards, Chu Ke stretched out his finger with difficulty, dipped it in the syrup he hadn't finished drinking, and painstakingly wrote a line of words on the ground.

The culprit is Conan.

Before Conan could even process what was happening, Chu Ke had already died on the spot.

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"no!?"

Conan, realizing what was happening, felt his legs go weak and quickly squatted down next to Chu Ke to check his pulse.

"It's gone!" Conan's pupils dilated instantly.

There was really no pulse. Chu Ke was really dead!

No? Why not?!
Is he sick? Is there something wrong with his brain?
As the syrup evaporated, a strong bitter almond flavor mixed with a cloying sweetness filled the air. Coupled with Chu Ke's obvious physiological reactions before his death and his cherry-colored lips, Conan, who was seventeen years old and had twenty-eight years of experience in solving cases, or rather, Shinichi Kudo, immediately recognized that this was a typical case of cyanide poisoning.

Chu Ke is definitely dead, there's no doubt about it.

But it's still the same problem.

No? Why would he?! Conan turned his gaze to the line of text written by Chu Ke: [The murderer is Conan].

He racked his brains but couldn't understand why Chu Ke would knowingly take the poison and then frame him, an innocent elementary school student.
Just to risk your life and play a joke on yourself?
Now how to do?
Erase that line of text?

Impossible. Every detective's first lesson is not to disturb the crime scene. Preserving the scene helps in deduction and solving the case. Conan instinctively felt that Chu Ke's death was suspicious.

After all, people can't be that abstract.

But don't wipe it? Wait until everyone comes to see the deceased and says they're the murderer?
And the coincidence is that he didn't tell anyone he was looking for Chu Ke before he left, since Conan himself didn't know Chu Ke would be there before he came to the kitchen.

Moreover, no one else witnessed this process, and no one can testify to their innocence.

The key point is that Chu Ke had previously given him that poisonous syrup, and it had his fingerprints on it!
This is something that can't be cleared up even if you jump into the Sea of ​​Japan!

'No, I can't give up thinking!'

Conan pressed his chin down and began to think.

But the next moment, the kitchen door opened, and Sonoko and Ran walked in at the same time.

"It's alright, it's alright, just let them make one more pudding, they won't refuse." Sonoko was still arguing with Ran when she saw Conan standing in front of the stove and Chu Ke lying on the ground, his pupils unfocused and dead.

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Yuanzi stood there, stunned.

"What's wrong, Sonoko?" Noticing that Sonoko had suddenly stopped and was staring at the ground, Ran walked around the food preparation station to the side of the group and naturally took in the whole scene.

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Conan laughed in exasperation.

Sure enough, the next moment, a piercing scream echoed throughout the entire manor.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

"Someone's dead?"

This sentence snapped Sonoko out of her daze, followed by a duet of screams.

"How...how did he die?!"

In a few breaths, the sound of strong footsteps came from afar and arrived at the door in an instant.

Kogoro Mouri pushed the door open, his face showing none of the disheveled middle-aged man he had looked before: "What happened!"

The moment he heard Xiaolan scream, he jumped from the second-floor corridor to the lobby and ran all the way here, now slightly out of breath.

Mr. Chu is dead!

"Protect the scene, don't touch anything!" Kogoro Mouri deftly maintained order, making Ran and Sonoko step back, and then he saw Conan standing next to the body.

His face darkened instantly: "Kid, don't you know you should protect the scene? Get out here right now!"

"..." Conan hesitated for a moment before choosing his words: "It's nothing."

"I am there."

Seemingly feeling that he hadn't been clear enough, Conan continued, "I was right next to Chu Ke when he died."

"You were the first to discover it?" Kogoro Mouri skillfully took out the shoe covers and gloves he always carried with him from his pocket and put them on.

"Hmm." Conan's lips twitched.

He's still a suspect.

(End of this chapter)