He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

The next day, two o'clock in the afternoon.

In the classroom of Class 2-B at Teitan High School, Shinichi Kudo felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, quietly took it out and glanced at it, his eyes immediately lighting up.

Without hesitation, he raised his right hand and looked at the podium with anticipation. The physics teacher on the podium paused for a moment, sighed helplessly, and waved his hand.

"Thank you, teacher!"

Shinichi Kudo dashed out of the classroom, the words "Inspector Megure" faintly drifting in the wind. The students in the classroom were quite experienced with this scene and whispered among themselves, guessing what kind of case it was.

"Shuiyue, how many do you think will die this time?"

The blond guy in the last row by the window nudged the person in front of him on the back, and Ying Sheng tilted his head slightly.

"One."

"I guess two, wanna bet?"

"No interest, I'm already guaranteed to win."

"Oh... what do you think about us creating a death lottery? Like buying lottery tickets, we can set different odds and let people guess the number of deaths in Beika Town every day."

"I wish you great success and growth; I'll invest one million as a shareholder..."

"Water Moon Lord!"

Suddenly, the teacher on the stage called on a student, smiling as he said, "Please come to the blackboard and answer this question."

Ying Sheng turned his head to look. The problem gave the current of two transformers and asked him to calculate the transmission efficiency.

Simple question.

Kudo-san, the answer is right there in the open. Think about it, but don't overthink it.

During the last PE class, Ying Sheng asked for leave on the grounds that she was not feeling well, and the PE teacher approved it immediately.

After all, the body left to him by the original owner was 177 cm tall and weighed only 60 kg. His thin figure and pale, almost sickly skin made him look like a sickly but beautiful young man. His condition had only recently improved.

Ying Sheng didn't participate in club activities and left the school directly. Just after three o'clock, he had already returned to his doorstep, apartment 2602 in Ian.

Several policemen were standing at the door of the next room, casting their gazes at him. Before they could speak, Ying Sheng took the initiative to walk over and asked, "What happened here?"

Shinichi Kudo, who was deep in thought in the living room, looked over in surprise when he heard the voice: "Mizuki, what are you doing here?"

"I live right next door, Mori-kun should have told you, right? What's going on here?"

"Oh, that thing."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Shinichi Kudo's handsome, sunny face as he leaned closer and whispered, "The reason you skipped class that day, I told Ran and the teacher it was because of low blood sugar. But Ran still suspects that you attempted suicide by cutting your wrists that day, and she's been keeping an eye on you lately."

Hotaru sighed softly. Actually, he had gone to work part-time in Kabukicho, Shinjuku that day.

"How kind she is. She came to call me to go to school the next morning, and I carelessly let her see the scar on my wrist. I barely managed to get away with it, and she even sent you, the famous detective, to test me."

"The scars were caused by domestic violence, weren't they?"

"Skip this section."

"Oh... thank you for that first edition of 'A Study in Scarlet'."

Shinichi Kudo stated that it was absolutely not a bribe, but a testament to their friendship!

Ying Sheng laughed and said, "It's nothing, just some things from home. I'm not very interested in mystery novels."

"Officer, is there... anything I can help you with?"

A timid, soft female voice from outside the door interrupted the conversation. Shinichi Kudo's eyes lit up, and he quickly went out. He saw a girl in a white sailor uniform standing at the elevator door, her slender fingers tightly gripping her handbag, her knuckles slightly white.

Ying Sheng glanced at Shinichi Kudo's back, and an idea suddenly popped into her head.

Beika High School's uniforms are nicer than Teitan High School's.

However, Shinichi Kudo, dressed in a blue suit-style uniform, stood tall and confident, exuding an air of elite sophistication.

I wonder if he can stick to his guns this time.

A chubby police officer in an orange uniform stepped forward and explained to Kiyoko Yukimatsu why he had called her back from school.

Around 12:30 pm today, her father, Masato Yukimatsu, was electrocuted and died when a high-voltage power line broke in Beika Central Park. After identifying the deceased, the police rushed to the scene and happened to find his wife, Nami Yukimatsu, instructing people to help her move. They stopped her on the spot.

"You little bitch! You're finally back!"

Before Inspector Megure could finish speaking, a heavily made-up woman rushed out of the room. Even though Hotaru had dodged in advance, the overly strong fragrance in the air made him frown slightly.

"Those three personal accident insurance policies were bought by you, right? I want half of them!"

The woman rushed up to Qingzi, her face contorted with excitement, powder scattering everywhere. "No, I gave birth to you and took care of you for so many years! Four hundred million! I want at least four hundred million!"

Kiyoko lowered her head and remained silent.

Inspector Megure couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted, "Madam, please calm down. The matter hasn't been investigated yet."

"What's there to investigate!"

Yukimatsu Nami turned her head, her face full of anger, "Didn't you already say it was an accident?! What else do you need to investigate! You didn't take money from the insurance company, did you?!"

Megure's face darkened. "There are two commercial insurance policies that were only purchased ten days ago. There is a strong suspicion of insurance fraud. We must investigate this thoroughly. Please cooperate with the police."

"Ten days?"

Nami Yukimatsu was taken aback. She glanced back at Kiyoko, then turned back to her, forcing a smile onto her mottled, doll-like face.

"Ten days is a long time. Who knows when an accident might happen?"

Ying Sheng's eyes showed approval. "That's right, exactly."

Unfortunately, the police didn't see it that way. After everyone entered the room, Inspector Megure pointed to the insurance policies that Yukimatsu Nami had found on the coffee table in the living room and asked in a deep voice, "Kiyoko-kun, what were your thoughts when you purchased these commercial insurance policies?"

Kiyoko sat sideways on the sofa, remaining silent for a long time.

“My father gambled away all the family savings, was fired after being caught embezzling company funds, and this apartment has already been mortgaged. He borrowed a lot of money from yakuza loan sharks and has absolutely no ability to repay it. I think he will be sunk into Tokyo Bay sooner or later.”

hiss--

Megure Juichi gasped, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the corner of the sofa where Yukimatsu Nami was smoking a cigarette with a disdainful expression. Behind her stood the timid, balding middle-aged man who had helped her move earlier.

What a nightmarish family!

But as a police officer, he couldn't ignore anything he found suspicious, so Inspector Megure took a deep breath.

"Kiyoko-kun, the insurance policy you bought two months ago has a monthly renewal fee of 2000 yen, which is normal. But the two policies you bought ten days ago had a starting premium of 500,000 yen. Where did you get so much money?"

Kiyoko lowered her head. "Aid/Socializing."

"What?!!!"

Everyone was stunned. You're still a seventeen-year-old high school girl, doing something like that to buy your father's personal accident insurance... this... this...

That's way too outrageous!

"Since he's planning to use me to pay off his debts anyway, what else do I have to care about?"

Kiyoko raised her head, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled sweetly, "It's so wonderful that God took away someone like him. I had even thought about committing suicide, but now, I've come to love this world."

[Love +1]

Ying Sheng thought that at least one of what she said was true.

“Officer Sang, what do you want to ask?” she asked.

Inspector Megure turned to look at Shinichi Kudo, who nodded silently.

A female police officer stepped forward carrying a transparent evidence bag.

"Kiyoko-kun, do you recognize this?"

Inside was a pink hairband.

Chapter 3 leads the detective to a dead end!

"do not know."

Kiyoko looked at the pink hairband, thought about it carefully for a long time, and then gently shook her head.

"I've never liked pink."

“Nobody asked you what you like,” the policewoman said calmly.

"But officers, you're clearly doubting me. Is this the evidence found at the scene? Do I have any other way to prove my innocence?"

The policewoman frowned slightly and remained silent.

Although she deeply sympathized with Kiyoko Yukimatsu's family situation, the suspect's calm and ruthless attitude still made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Especially in aid-giving exchanges...

Born into the mud, it's one thing to be unable to remain untainted, but what one should never do is to willingly degenerate and become complicit with the mud.

“There are hair and skin flakes stuck to the headband; we can perform genetic testing on it,” Inspector Megure said.

Do you need to have your blood drawn?

Kiyoko stretched out her fair wrist, revealing delicate, pale blue veins.

"please."

Inspector Megure was silent for a moment, then said, "Two hairs are enough."

“Okay.” Kiyoko raised her hand and brushed aside her thin bangs, revealing the roots of her hair. “Do I need to confirm? I pulled out my own hair.”

Megure sighed, "No need."

He turned to look at his side. "Brother Kudo, even if the comparison results are the same, it doesn't seem to prove anything. The father and daughter lived together. Even if the deceased was clutching it tightly, it could be muscle spasms caused by high voltage."

Shinichi Kudo nodded slightly, his sharp gaze falling on the two people in the corner of the sofa.

"But if it's this side, things will develop differently."

Following his gaze, everyone looked in the direction he was looking. Yukimatsu Nami, her face stiffening under the intense scrutiny, forced a smile and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

"Your expression changed when the evidence was first taken out, didn't it? And I had previously thought the fragrance on the hairband was a bit too strong," Shinichi Kudo said.

As Yukimatsu Nami opened her mouth to speak, Inspector Megure interrupted her, saying, "Ms. Yukimatsu, please cooperate with the investigation. We also need two strands of your hair."

Yukimatsu Nami gritted her teeth and said resentfully, "No need, that's mine!"