Can you shut up your foul mouth!

Kurosawa Silver wanted to die, and looking at the sympathetic gazes cast from all directions, he really had the urge to hit the wall.

He knows that you are for his own good, and he wants to prove his innocence because of this, but please don't shout out such a shameful thing as blood sickness, okay?

Originally, there were only two or three people who paid attention to him, but now that you yelled at him, the whole room has seen it, do you know what it feels like?

Oh my God, he's not used to attracting attention, so what's going on with all this schadenfreude in the room now?

He rubbed his eyebrows depressedly, looked at Officer Dusk, who was holding back a smile but twitching his cheeks, and waved his hand helplessly: "I'm sorry, officer, I'll go to the toilet first, you're busy." After that, without waiting for any reaction from the others, he walked out, and the back was really a kind of wolf bèi who fled into the wilderness.

When he stepped out of the room, Kurosawa Silver couldn't help but pass by a poor girl.

She still had a bandage wrapped around her shoulders, and red blood oozed under the bandages, and she stood there with her hands around a file, and when she saw Kurosawa Silver walking towards her, she unconsciously took a few steps back, as if she had seen some wild beast, and she was so scared that she was going to die.

So it's a woman's heart, this guy was drunk and had an affair with him last time, but this is what he looks like now.

Tsk, how could he think that this Miss Takasaki was a bit similar to Akemi's sister in the first place, and then took her to his villa for a night? It is estimated that this woman had already calculated his thoughts from the beginning, but why didn't he have any impression in his memory that he had done something sorry for her?

Kurosawa Silver shook his head, closed the door with his backhand, and strode towards his studio, but after taking a few steps, he paused, turned his head and squinted slightly, looking at the beautiful criminal policeman who was following him closely.

"Keep walking. Sato glared back, "Don't ask me why I followed you, after all, you are a suspect, even if you don't stay at the scene of the murder, you have to walk around, I'm afraid you will run away, so I came out to follow you." ”

The excuse he used was to go to the toilet!

Someone has to go to the toilet with you? or a woman!

This is typical sexism, discrimination against men's rights!

Thankfully, he didn't really go to the toilet......

Kurosawa Silver glanced at Sato, did not speak, but quickened his pace, after a few turns, he opened the glass door, found the desk where he worked, pulled out a chair and sat down, fortunately today is the weekend, there are not many people in the newspaper office, but it gives him a quiet atmosphere to think.

As for what he wanted to think about, hmph, with his retributive personality, how could he let Gao Qi go so lightly, naturally he had to make a good calculation and squeeze out all the value she could squeeze......

After a brief thought in his mind, Kurosawa slowly spread out the paper and began to write and draw with a pen, and his hand speed was so fast that there was a faint afterimage, and in a short time, there were more sketches of the murder scene on it.

Whether it is the placement of the furniture, or the curvature of the blood splashing, it is completely reproduced.

The only difference from the photo is that there are many lines on it, and the shadows are very thick, and even Takasaki's portrait emerges vividly.

"Huh, is this Miss Takasaki's sketch?" Sato, who was originally standing next to Kurosawa Silver and had just a simple surveillance, was stunned when he saw Kurosawa Gin's dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and subconsciously leaned over curiously, looking at the paper with his eyes sly, "The drawing is pretty good, and the speed is fast enough, it seems that the manga artist is quite suitable for you compared to the reporter." ”

Is your Metropolitan Police Department a sales group?

Needless to say, the last time he sold the police, this time he also promoted cartoonists to him?

Where is your focus as a police officer, who sketches a murder scene on such a large page, but you focus on a person who takes up only a tenth of the paper?

Kurosawa looked at Sato, who was looking up and down the scroll with interest, helplessly pressed his forehead, gently pushed it away, and then quickly clicked a few points on the edge of a piece of furniture, and smoothly marked a large number of incomprehensible numbers, and even mixed with a lot of English symbols.

The whole piece of paper becomes subtle because of these bits and pieces.

Sato was pushed to stagger a few steps backwards, but instead of accepting the lesson, he repeated the mistake of the past, and approached with more interest, his eyes swept over the paper, and he wanted to focus on the sketch of the human body, but when he caught a glimpse of the room carved by Kurosawa Gin, his eyes were drawn to it like magnets.

"Okay, you only took a few minutes to arrive at the murder scene, and you remember the layout of the murder scene so clearly?" Sato raised his eyebrows, although his words were praise, anyone could hear the cynicism inside, "Or did you know everything about it before this?"

Why is it a metaphor that he is a murderer?

Can't you just put it another way and praise him for his extraordinary memory?

Kurosawa Silver glanced at Sato depressedly, and casually made a mark on the place where the murder weapon fell, and then raised his head leisurely to look at Sato: "Miss Officer, I want to know why you always hold on to me, does my face really look so much like a murderer?"

"You attacked Miss Takasaki. Sato stated the facts, "Moreover, Conan witnessed the scene of your murder. She had an unhappy look on her face that I didn't understand why Officer Twilight hadn't arrested you, and Kurosawa was stunned for a moment.

Conan: Is that the strange-looking schoolboy?

In addition to Aoike and Takasaki, is he the first discoverer?

"That little brother is not from our newspaper, there should be no reason to go to that kind of place, or is he a relative of the editor-in-chief?" Kurosawa Silver was really interested in Conan at this moment.

When Sato heard this, he snorted coldly: "How is it possible? Conan is a very smart boy, known as the brains of Mori Kogoro, he only occasionally passed by the newspaper office on the way from school, heard the screams inside, and then ran in, only to see you slashing at the chief editor with a knife, and blood splattered everywhere. ”

She put the flash memory card in her phone, released the image, and put it on the table for Kurosawa to see.

The screen of the phone is slightly blurry and wobbly, apparently the image taken by secondary photography.

However, it can at least be seen that the image was taken through the window facing the room, because the cross frame in the image is obvious, taking up most of the area, and in the remaining four sides of the space, you can faintly see two people arguing inside.

The person facing the picture showed his face, obviously Ms. Tsuruda, her face was panicked, and she retreated again and again, until her back was against the desk case, and there was no way to retreat, so she waved her hand desperately, and opened her mouth to explain something, and the person with her back to the picture, with long black hair and a slender figure, was trembling slightly at this time, her arms were raised high, and her ten fingers were tightly clasped with the shark knife, and she slashed down to Tsuruda's heart.

Poof!

Blood splattered!

The whole screen seems to be a stunning color of blood!

A moment later, the sound of the shark knife clattering to the ground sounded, and it was only then that the other man's mind was awakened.

The panting sound continued, and the black-haired man slowly turned his face, revealing his face that was mostly covered by glasses, and there were a few drops of blood on the lenses, which looked completely weird, and he stumbled, and he didn't even have time to close the door, so he quickly fled.

The picture shook at this time, it seemed that the camera was inadvertently crooked, and accidentally exposed the face of the party, it was Takasaki, she lost her face, screamed, and couldn't help but collapse to the ground, at this time, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, Qingchi and Conan arrived at the same place almost at the same time, looked along Takasaki's fingers, just saw a flashing figure in the room, and turned around and chased without any hesitation.

The image freezes for a full minute or so, and Kurosawa Gin's figure appears around the corner of the hallway, his footsteps hurried past Takasaki, his glasses covered in water, and the front of his shirt wet and viscerally hastily washed with water.

Before leaving, he also glanced down at Takasaki, obviously surprised why she fell here, but for some reason, he was silent and did not speak, but instead quickened his pace, and his figure quickly disappeared into the corridor and stretched out.

Finally, that's the end of the picture.

When the screen turned black, Sato put the phone back with satisfaction, and looked at Kurosawa Silver for a long time: "Now, you confess, right? There is an image, there is a murder weapon, and the murderer is-hey, Kurosawa, Mr. Kurosawa, what's wrong with you? Hey, hey, you're okay, hey, hey, you're talking!"

Sato tilted his head, and when he suddenly saw Kurosawa Silver's appearance, he panicked instantly, choked on what he was going to say next, and looked at it anxiously.