I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Chapter 566 World famous painting "Detective Conan investigates a case"

The night is getting late in a classic Japanese-style mansion in Kyoto.

The flashing red and blue police lights shone into the room through the fully open main door. Conan and Hattori Heiji stood in front of the door of one of the rooms in the mansion.

This is a Japanese-style room.

The definition of the Japanese-style room in Japanese architecture is actually somewhat ambiguous. In the earliest times, the Japanese-style room was merely used for drinking tea, private meetings or as a temporary bedroom. However, later, under the guidance of the leisure and health trends, the role of the Japanese-style room gradually became multifunctional, providing residents with functions such as leisure, scenery viewing, audio-visual entertainment, reading or meditation.

It can be said that the Japanese-style room in a house must be the owner's favorite room.

But now this room is stained with a strong blood color.

The strong smell of blood filled the entire Japanese-style room, and lying on the ground was a young man in a kimono with disheveled hair.

There were a lot of karuta cards scattered around him, and a large amount of blood was spreading out from his head on the floor, staining the karuta cards scattered on the ground.

It was obvious that this person was a karuta enthusiast, because the furnishings in the Japanese-style room were simple. Apart from the scattered karuta and a tape recorder placed on the side, there was only an old-fashioned TV placed on the cabinet facing the door.

The scene had been searched by the police and white lines had been drawn around the body.

"The deceased's name is Toshiya Yajima, and he is the eldest son of a brewing company."

A familiar Kyoto accent came from behind me. I looked in the direction of the sound and saw two rather dramatic eyebrows and the iconic little squirrel on the man's shoulder.

"…Officer Ayanokouji?"

Conan and Hattori Heiji recognized the other person at a glance. He was Ayanokouji Fumimaro, whom they had met when they came to Kyoto during the winter vacation and encountered the Minamoto no Yoshitsune thieves' gang. He was an aristocratic police inspector of the Kyoto Police Station.

Perhaps the last incident proved their strength, this time Ayanokouji Fumimaro's attitude was obviously much more relaxed, and he did not directly drive them away.

"meet again."

Ayanokouji Fumimaro nodded slightly in greeting.

Hattori Heiji pointed at the scene in the room and spoke hesitantly.

"So, what exactly happened here? A robbery?"

It was no wonder that he asked that. All the places he had passed by along the way looked like they had been hit by a tornado. All kinds of cabinets and drawers were opened and pulled all over the place, and flower pots and other things were thrown everywhere. It looked like they had just been robbed.

However, the noble inspector shook his head.

"We thought so at first, but after searching, we found nothing stolen. Many of the opened drawers contained jewellery which was also not taken."

"So that means the murderer arranged it this way on purpose? He wanted us to mistakenly think that this was just a simple robbery..."

When Hattori Heiji said this, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at the crime scene in the Japanese-style room again.

Scattered karuta cards and blood-stained ground.

It seems a little inconsistent.

Normally, karuta cards, whether in use or not, are arranged neatly or stacked together. It is impossible for them to be scattered all over the room like flowers from the sky.

What's more, there were no signs of a struggle on the body, so he must have died on the spot from a single fatal blow.

But the song cards are scattered like this, unless...

"Death message."

Hattori Heiji stepped into the room and looked down at the karuta cards at his feet.

"I think the murderer must have discovered the death message left by the deceased on the karuta, so he used this method to confuse our sight."

"That makes sense, then let's find out the real death message!"

"..."

However, there was no sound from behind.

?

Hattori Heiji looked back in confusion, only to see Conan, who should have been more excited about the case than himself, turning his head and staring intently at the night sky of the city in the distance, as if he was wandering in a trance.

"Kudo? Are you okay?"

"……Oh, sorry."

Conan came back to his senses after being called, and he looked away and smiled apologetically.

"Nothing, I just have a little distraction. Okay, let's get started."

……

The view returns to the hotel, Xiaolan's room.

The bathroom was still filled with mist after a sudden rain. The unicorn girl, with her long hair tied up in a towel, lay limply on the edge of the bathtub with her arms folded. Her shoulders rose and fell gently with the rhythm of her breathing. She squinted her eyes with a look of enjoyment and aftertaste. The bath towel that had originally wrapped her body had long disappeared.

Serabelle was right behind her... sitting.

The capacity of the bathtub is not too big. It is more than enough for one person, but it would be a bit crowded if there are two people.

Fortunately, Xiaolan doesn’t hate this kind of “crowding”.

"Hmm~"

The girl snorted softly, she straightened up slightly and moved backwards, then leaned forward and pressed her smooth back against the solid and hot chest behind her.

Xiaolan raised her face upwards, resting her head on the boy's shoulder, her water-blue eyes looking a little dazed.

"Bell, I have a question for you."

"I know."

Serabelle answered decisively.

After all, Xiaolan had mentioned this matter in the morning, and then she mentioned it again when she came back from outside and went upstairs.

It makes sense to bring it up now.

However, when the words came to her lips, Xiaolan hesitated, which was unusual for her.

"Let me make it clear first. I asked you this because I was unsure. If I'm wrong, don't laugh at me, Bell."

"Okay, absolutely not."

"Really?"

"real."

Just like a child getting a promise from an adult, Xiaolan confirmed it several times before finally letting Serabel go.

She took a deep breath, and her cheeks, which were already rosy from the bath and the "crowding", instantly became even more rosy, as if because of nervousness, and her voice was so soft that it sounded like she was talking to herself.

"This... is just a guess. Bell, do you remember when we were in front of Nichimi TV this morning, Hattori-kun said that Conan is very similar to Shin... Kudo in every way? Actually... I have had this sense of immediacy many times before, although I know that this idea is absurd, but..."

"Ah."

"……what?"

Serabelle suddenly responded, causing the unicorn girl to stop talking.

Xiaolan kept her lips slightly open, and remained motionless for a moment before blinking.

"You mean..."

"I mean, yes."

As if afraid that she might not understand, Serabelle simply repeated it in a declarative sentence.

"Conan is Kudo Shinichi, Kudo Shinichi is Conan, he was just force-fed a drug produced by a certain organization and became smaller, this is true, I swear to you."

"Eh--"

Xiaolan opened her mouth in shock.

But after about two or three seconds, she suddenly closed her mouth, her emotions calmed down, and she slowly exhaled.

"What? So that's really the case."

"?"

This time it was Serabelle's turn to be confused.

He was clearly hesitating and beating around the bush just now, so how come he was instantly relieved after getting the answer?

Don't believe what he said?

"What, Bell, what's that look in your eyes?"

Noticing the subtle change in the boy's eyes above her, Xiaolan narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to pinch his cheek.

"I was so embarrassed just now because I was afraid that you would laugh at me after I said it. What do you think it is? You don't think I... Sai La Jun?"

"Ok?"

The change in address startled Serabelle slightly.

Wow——!

A huge splash suddenly rose up on the originally calm water surface in the bathtub. Xiaolan stood up from the water and turned to face the boy sitting behind her. The warm bath water tilted along the curve of her body and fell back into the tub.

The girl spoke word by word with a serious look.

"If you think that, Sera-kun, I'll be angry, okay?"

Chapter 567 Want to be more violent

This was the first time that Serabelle saw Xiaolan angry.

There was no shouting or hysteria, let alone physical conflict.

Just telling you simply and calmly - she is angry.

"If you think so, then I'm really going to be angry, Sera-kun."

The unicorn girl repeated it, still looking serious and with pure eyes.

"I've said before, the reason I'm confused is because even I feel that such a question is too bizarre. No matter what, it's difficult to bring up and I can't ask it directly. It's not because of any other reason."

"Or do you think that after I find out that Conan is Kudo, I will suddenly think, 'Ah, he has been with me all these days', and then forgive him for his past actions and change his heart?"

"Or maybe Saira-kun thinks I've just been lonely for too long... like I've found a 'meal replacement'?"

"No I didn't say that..."

Xiaolan's sudden and barrage of attacks forced Serabelle to surrender.

He is the type who is not good at speaking, and he doesn't like to argue with others.

But in my impression, Xiaolan is the type who is unlikely to get into conflict with others, but I didn't expect that she would be so talkative when things really get serious.

Maybe this is the so-called law that when two receivers meet, there must be one attacker?

"Is that what you think in your mind?"

Xiaolan put her hands on her hips and pressed forward with great momentum.

Serabelle ceded ten more cities: "Of course I didn't think so..."

"Really?"

"real."

"Then you swear."

"……I swear."

"I hesitated. Try again."

"I swear."

It's just like chatting with elementary school students.

If it were any other day, Serabelle would definitely not speak like this, but now since she is doing it to please Xiaolan, it doesn't matter.

After hearing the boy's repeated oaths, Xiaolan finally calmed down a little.

She sat back in the bathtub, leaned against Serabelle, turned her head to the side and gently leaned her head on her shoulder, her cherry lips unconsciously pouting slightly.

"So what did that look you just gave me mean?"

"Which one? Oh..."

Serabelle understood immediately.