Chapter 291 As long as we can protect the safety of citizens, that’s fine
Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 291: As long as we can protect the safety of citizens
boom!
The sound of Murasame Shione falling heavily to the ground startled Kirishima Kamita, who was already frightened, to let out a strange scream. He stood up and wanted to run away, but Sousuke Takaji pinned him down directly on his seat.
"Everyone should stay in their seats and don't move around!"
Fujiwara Yu gave the order calmly. He did not expect that the murderer would actually attack in front of everyone. He gently pressed Kirishima's shoulder to give him some comfort, and then leaned down to check Murasame Shione, who died on the spot.
He put on his gloves again and leaned over. Before he got too close, he smelled a strong smell of bitter almonds, which was hydrogen cyanide. However, hydrogen cyanide does not cause vomiting of blood. He stretched out his fingers to pry open Murasame Shione's hand.
The mouth was indeed caused by biting the tongue.
"Takashi, Officer Takashi, Murasame..."
"Hydrogen cyanide poisoning, died on the spot."
Fujiwara Yudanding stood up and picked up the salad on the dining table. He smelled the familiar smell with a slight sniff. He opened the salad bottle again and found that it was indeed mixed with hydrogen cyanide. This was a bit strange. You know this
More than one person has used the bottle of salad dressing, but why was only Murasame Shione poisoned?
"Who has used this bottle of salad?" Fujiwara Yu raised the salad bottle and asked aloud.
As soon as these words came out, Kirishima Kamita's expression became strange. He reached out in a panic and grabbed the hem of Takaji Sosuke's clothes. He was so nervous that he was a little incoherent:
"Police, police, officer, I, I, I...I also ate this salad dressing, am I going to die too?!"
Fujiwara Yu glanced at the plate of salad in front of Kirishima Kamita, and saw that the salad was already at the bottom. He moved away the other party's hand that was holding his clothes with some disgust, and said calmly:
"Don't worry, if your share was poisonous, you would have died long ago."
"Gudu."
Kirishima thought Shichi swallowed hard. He felt strangely uncomfortable in his stomach now. Although he had not come into contact with the poison, he felt inexplicably that he was also poisoned.
Fukuchiu Kazuya, who also enjoyed the salad, also felt uncomfortable. Even though he knew it was his own psychological effect, he still thought in a bad direction. Who made the people who had eaten the same salad already dead?
"Takaji, how do you think the murderer started?"
Chihagi Akihara picked up the salad bottle and checked it carefully, but still couldn't figure out when the murderer poisoned him. The most likely candidate for poisoning in person was the frightened Kirishima Kanita, but he
If he were the murderer, his acting skills would win him an Oscar.
"Habit."
"Um?"
Fujiwara Yu stretched out his hand to take the salad bottle, and directly imitated what Murasame Shione did immediately after getting the salad bottle, which was to shake the salad bottle, and the amplitude and force were large enough to make the sauce inside flow up and down continuously.
Seeing this move, Chihaki Akihara instantly understood what Sosuke Takaji was thinking. If the murderer was someone who knew Murasame Shione, then he could indeed kill someone in this way, and even just need to do some tricks in advance.
Although they figured out the murderer's method of murder, it was still the same as Hakushu Mayumi's case. Apart from understanding the method of committing the crime, they could not continue to advance the case.
Everyone may be the murderer, and no one can rule it out.
Fujiwara Yu put down the salad bottle in his hand. He propped it up on the table with one hand and stared at Kirishima without saying a word. He thought about Qita. If he couldn't move forward in love, he should at least find a way to find a breakthrough. The key lies in this person.
——He was the third person the murderer planned to kill, at least until Manabu Goshima arrived, he was the third target.
Kirishima thought Nanata felt someone was staring at him, and turned his head to meet the deep eyes of Sosuke Takaji. He looked like a student who had deserted in class and was called on by the teacher to do a question. He subconsciously ran out of his seat.
He stood up and took two steps back.
"You, Mr. Police Officer, why are you staring at me? You don't think I'm the murderer, do you?"
"You are indeed the most likely perpetrator." Even though Fujiwara Yuu didn't regard him as a suspect, he still used this method to get him to speak and let him take the initiative to mention the name: "The time of Hakushu Mayumi's death was about the same time as Mr. Yumori
During the recital, you were the only person who left the concert hall. And the person who used the salad bottle in front of Murasame Shione happened to be you... Don't you think you are worthy of suspicion?"
"No, I didn't, I didn't kill anyone! I'm just used to eating salad last, you can't be wronged for killing someone just because of this!!!" Kirishima said, dancing around with emotion, thinking about Nanata.
Yuzuki Masaomi, who had been sitting in the main seat and had been silent, suddenly said:
"Kirishima, don't get excited. If you didn't do it, explain it to the police. I also want to know...why you left in the middle of my performance."
Kirishima thought that Nanata was stunned when he heard Mr. Yuzuki's question. He was a little at a loss. Do he really want to tell the truth? Then how will everyone view him? Telling him will definitely ruin his future.
But if he doesn't say anything, he will be treated as a murderer. He did not kill anyone and must not be imprisoned unjustly!
"I, I heard Miho Hosei... I heard her playing "The Devil's Trill... Here it comes again, it's that sound again, don't play it anymore - don't play it anymore!!!"
Kirishima thought Nanata violently pushed away Takaji Sousuke who was standing next to him, covered his face and ran out of the restaurant in pain, as if the emotions he had suppressed for a long time had finally reached the critical point, and he would be almost exhausted if he didn't burst out.
The unprepared Fujiwara Yuu fell directly to the ground. He waved to Qiu Yuan Chihao, who wanted to help him. He supported the dining chair with one hand and stood up easily. He frowned and took off his gloves to pat the dust off his body, and then took the
Use alcohol disinfectant spray to clean your hands. After completing this operation, you said:
"Qiansu, you all go to the living room to rest. Make sure you don't leave alone, do you understand?"
"Well, then everyone, come with me."
Fujiwara Yu walked alone towards Kirishima Kanita's room. He opened the door without knocking. When he felt something flying towards him, he raised his hand and slapped it down. The book explaining music fell on the
On the ground, there was a small cut on the index finger from the book page. It didn't hurt, but it just made me feel a little uncomfortable.
"Go away!! You treat me like a murderer, what kind of bullshit policeman are you!!!" Kirishima Kaganda shouted angrily, but it could be seen that his emotion was not so much anger as fear. He was afraid.
He is the murderer's next target.
He had always known in his heart who the murderer wanted to take revenge on, and he had realized it since Mayumi Hakushu's death.
Fujiwara Yu looked coldly at Kirishima Kanita, who was standing in front of the bed, and raised his chin slightly with a hint of sullenness in his tone:
"Mr. Kirishima, don't you know that being alone is the best opportunity to kill the murderer? If you still want to stay here alone and not cooperate with the police, then just stay."
"me……"
Kirishima thought Nanata realized that the other party was here to care about him. He lowered his head in annoyance, but couldn't say those few words. Obviously as long as he said it, the police in front of him would ignore the villain and stay to protect him.
my own.
"Even if you don't say sorry, I will stay."
Fujiwara Yu leaned against the wall, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, played with it, and said firmly:
"I am a policeman. As long as I can protect the safety of citizens, I will do it even if you object."