With this thought in mind, Dr. Yoshimura lay down on the bed, intending to catch up on his sleep.
However, just as his head touched the pillow, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"?!"
Dr. Yoshimura was startled, sitting up in shock and instinctively holding the gun in his pocket.
He got up and went to the window first, and looked out through the gap in the curtains. He didn't find any ambush on the other side, and then he felt reassured that the escape route was not blocked.
After that, he walked to the entrance, quickly looked out of the peephole, then pressed against the wall and asked, "Who? What's going on?"
The person outside the door said politely: "Mr. Shibata, I have your express delivery."
"...Deliver a courier?" Dr. Yoshimura frowned, remembering that the people outside were indeed wearing courier uniforms, "I haven't bought anything, you went wrong, and my last name is not 'Shibata'."
"Ah, is that so?" The courier outside the door was startled and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I'll go check again. The names of the apartments here are too close..."
The footsteps gradually faded away, and the people outside seemed to have left.
Dr. Yoshimura breathed a silent sigh of relief.
He waited against the wall for a while, but did not hear the sound of returning footsteps. Looking out through the peephole, there seemed to be no one outside. There was no movement like imaginary lock picking or door knocking.
Then he breathed a silent sigh of relief and returned to the house again.
But after what happened to Leng Buding, he no longer had the courage to sleep.
…
Dr. Yoshimura sat on the sofa and leaned against the back of the chair to rest. He held the gun in his hand firmly, always ready to kill anyone who dared to break in.
Time gradually passed, and he yawned, his eyelids drooping.
Vaguely, he felt something was wrong: It was clearly daytime, why was he so sleepy? Although he had just stayed up all night last night, it was not like he had not stayed up in the past. Today's feeling was completely different from that after staying up all night before... Wait,
No, this smell... is sleeping gas?!
His heart suddenly suddenly opened, and he suddenly opened his eyes. He found several pipes sticking out from the crack of the entrance door.
Dr. Yoshimura suddenly tried to stand up, but he actually fell to the ground with a thud. His body fell heavily to the ground, and the gun in his hand was unable to loosen and slid to the side.
Dr. Yoshimura gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand desperately, but his body refused to obey him at all.
The door clicked open.
A man in a courier uniform unlocked the door and walked in.
He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at the people on the ground, and couldn't help but show a cheerful smile as if a great revenge had been taken: "I didn't expect that you actually dared to come back." He said with a sneer, "That's right, like
People like you shouldn't care at all what kind of life those unlucky people you have threatened are living now."
Dr. Yoshimura struggled to open his eyes wide and see his face clearly, and his heart went cold for a moment: "...It's you?!"
The man smiled ferociously, took out a handkerchief stained with medicine, and covered his face: "You brought this to your door yourself!"
Dr. Yoshimura struggled desperately, but due to exhaustion and the effects of drugs, he was completely unable to match his opponent's strength.
At the last moment before losing consciousness, a pair of ghostly eyes suddenly flashed through his mind.
The eyes of the silver-haired cadre last night.
Like a basin of ice water being poured down from his head, Mitsuo Yoshimura suddenly realized that he had understood that look in his eyes.
——That look contained no hostility, and certainly no kindness. In fact, it contained no emotion at all, it was just looking at a dead man.
…
After Dr. Yoshimura completely fainted and stopped struggling.
The man who broke through the door stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.
He glanced at the gun on the ground in surprise, picked it up fearfully, and put it into his pocket.
After that, he looked around the room for a moment, then turned to look at the standing cabinet.
Seeing the bottles of foreign wine displayed inside, the man snorted coldly: "You didn't forget to bring the wine when you moved. You really love to enjoy it. But it's okay, 'accidental death after drinking', this suits you very well."
As he spoke, he walked to the cabinet, opened the cabinet door, grabbed a bottle of bourbon, and put it on the small coffee table in the room.
Then he took out the ice bucket and put it next to it, creating the illusion that Dr. Yoshimura was pouring himself a drink in his room.
"Next..." The man pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and was in a good mood, "The only thing left is an authoritative person who can provide an alibi."
…
Time passed quickly, the sun set in the west, and the sky gradually became dark.
Jiang Xia followed the address to a coffee shop not too far from home, opened the door and walked in.
Soon a lovely waiter came to greet him, led him to sit down, and handed him the menu.
Jiang Xia casually ordered meals and drinks, then looked around at the newly opened cafe, habitually observing the guests' bodies and their calves.
After watching for a while, the wind chime on the door of the store rang, and a new customer came in.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xia heard two familiar voices.
Mouri Kogoro snorted, took out the coupons in his pocket, looked at them, and complained to the first-grade student next to him: "Xiaolan is going out to play tonight, no one is cooking, so just eat here - I bought the beer."
I won a meal ticket here in a lottery, and I heard that this restaurant tastes good. Eat honestly and don't run around again!"
Conan responded with a "Okay~", using the tone and tone of a primary school student. He seemed to have adapted very well to his rejuvenated life.
The two quickly found a table and sat down.
After ordering the meal, Mouri Kogoro still muttered: "I originally wanted to go to the nightclub to drink beer, but now I have to take care of my children. But it's rare that I got a meal ticket in a lottery, and I feel like I've let my luck down if I don't use it... tsk
, Xiaolan, can’t she take you with her to the movie? Why do you have to give it to me!”
Conan sighed: "She said she has been too tired recently and wanted to seek some luck."
"Auspicious?" Mouri Kogoro was puzzled, "What does this have to do with being auspicious or unlucky?"
Conan: "She said that every time we are around, there will be a case."
"It's really superstitious. This is just a coincidence!" Mouri Kogoro blurted out. After a moment of pause, he silently added, "Even if someone really commits a murder, it must be Jiang Xia. It has nothing to do with us."
Jiang Xia, who was eavesdropping: "..."
...I'm just a case worker, what are you being modest about?
Seeing that the topic was getting weirder and weirder, Jiang Xia turned around and grabbed the back of the chair, saying hello in a friendly way: "Uncle Maoli, what a coincidence."
Maori Kogoro:"?!"
Conan heard the sound, turned his head and looked over, startled: "Jiang Xia? How did you..."
I originally wanted to ask the usual question "Why are you here?"
But before he finished asking, thinking of Jiang Xia's usual European style, Conan instantly felt that he understood something.
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