Sonoko Suzuki felt that she had run a record speed.

But in fact, she was already so frightened that her legs were weak, and she rushed out on her stomach without two steps, and was pinched by the back of her neck and pressed to the ground where rotten leaves were piled up.

Masahiko Michiribi held the knife and knelt on her waist to suppress her movements.

After noticing that Suzuki Sonoko was trembling all over and did not struggle at all, Masahiko Michiro loosened a little strength, turned her over leisurely, and said half seriously and half intimidatingly:

"It's really not interesting to dissect from behind, and I love to see your frightened and desperate expressions more than killing you directly."

Sonoko Suzuki unconsciously grabbed his hand around his neck, tears splashing with her eyes.

The posture the two of them are in now instantly reminds her of the terrifying experience last night - Masahiko Michiro and the gangster who robbed the house have exactly the same method of controlling people!

Sonoko Suzuki finally came back to her senses and wanted to shout for help, but Masahiko Michiro, who was very experienced, saw her take a deep breath and immediately covered her mouth and blocked all the sounds.

He did not rush to kill, but approached the garden and asked her with a smile:

"What about the picture you want to show the detective? Now that you know that I am the murderer, that picture is useless for you. Why don't you give it to me, so I can stab you a few less times in a while, how about it? ”

Photo? What photos? There is only one photo of Xiaolan's swimsuit on her!

And it's a local close-up, except for part of Xiaolan's body, even the background is the seawater nearby, and the others are not in the camera at all, there is no possibility of accidentally shooting any secrets, could it be ...... Could it be that Masahiko Daori also fell in love with Xiaolan?!

Suzuki's mind went blank, and she wanted to shake her head in a panic.

Masahiko Michiro sensed the trajectory of her head movement and sneered, thinking she was playing dumb.

He had been worried for more than a day, but now that he had torn the playboy's mask, the pressure hanging in his heart exploded in an instant, and Masahiko Michiro's smile began to distort, and he said bluntly:

"It's that you originally planned to take embarrassing photos of strange couples, but after taking them, you found that the two people in the haystack were not making love, but a man whose face was not clear was digging out the woman's internal organs with a knife, so you planned to hand over that bloody photo to the detective......"

"Woooooooo , Suzuki Sonoko cried out completely, this person is sick! If she really took that kind of photo, she would have dragged Xiaolan to the police station a long time ago, how could she carry it close to her and have the heart to play, she is not a pervert!

She pulled Masahiko Michiro's arm and shouted vaguely, wanting to say that you recognized the wrong person, but Masahiko Michiroku thought she wanted to call someone, and pressed her hand tighter.

……

The goatee cop wanted to save someone, but he really didn't know where to find this person in the middle of woods.

I want to shout, but I'm afraid that Masahiko Michiro didn't plan to do it, but when he heard the movement, he was stimulated, and suddenly stabbed someone to death.

Therefore, he could only run aimlessly, and after running for a while, he stopped to wipe his sweat, and at the same time talked to himself with some doubts, trying to straighten out his thoughts in this way:

"That short-haired girl didn't travel alone, why did Dao Li have to choose her, didn't he want to kill someone this time, did he meet true love?"

"What are you thinking, he's not a little girl with love bubbles in her head."

A voice suddenly remembered, and the frightened goatee almost hit his head against the tree.

He turned around vigilantly, and found that it was the bespectacled schoolboy who followed, and the goatee suddenly breathed a sigh of relief:

“…… Little brother, don't run around, don't find that girl when the time comes, you run away again. ”

Having been so small for so long, Conan has spontaneously ignored everything that says about treating him like a child.

He wiped the sweat from his face and looked behind his goatee.

There is a tram track there.

It was this that made Conan think one thing.

"Masahiko Michiro suddenly accosted Sister Sonoko yesterday, and after that, he has mentioned the topic of 'photos' several times.

"These include 'can you take a picture of a ghost with a camera in a cliff restaurant', 'can you see the photos you took,' and so on.

"And after learning that Sister Yuanzi had hidden a photo that he was going to show to Xiaolan's detective boyfriend, he sneaked into Sister Yuanzi's room to steal the photo.

After that, Masahiko Michiro used the car parked on the slope to attack Sister Sonoko.

This is different from his usual method of disemboweling and disemboweling. So I guess the point of the plan was not to kill people, but to destroy her luggage — to be exact, to destroy the picture that might have been hidden in it. ”

Goatee couldn't help but be curious, of course, he was not curious about why a child could think so much, but:

“…… What exactly is the photo? ”

At the same time, he also noticed another problem:

"Wait, that's not right. When the car started sliding, wasn't Masahiko Michiro with you? Wasn't this case a simple accident? ”

"It's not an accident, the trick is very simple, just secretly put the ice cubes in the cooler in front of the wheels, then put down the handbrake, and when the ice melts, the car will start to slide.

"As for that picture......"

Conan has already straightened everything out, except for the fact that he can't find Sonoko Suzuki yet, everything else is just perfect:

"The day before yesterday, when we returned to the hotel after watching the fireworks, we happened to pass by the scene of the crime. And, judging from Masahiko Michiro's subsequent reactions, the murder is likely to be going on when we pass by. ”

"......", these words are not so terrible, but Goatee doesn't know why, he only feels a chill on the soles of his feet.

Conan didn't care about his reaction, and finally caught a good listener who listened carefully to his reasoning and knew how to ask questions, of course, he had to hurry up and finish everything:

"There is a tram track next to the crime scene, and the pantograph of the tram occasionally suddenly glows with electricity.

"That night, when the bow frame flashed, the killer mistook it for the camera's flash. He looked behind him in a panic, but he happened to see us passing by, and saw Sister Yuanzi holding a camera, so he mistakenly thought that she had taken a picture of the murder scene. ”

Conan rubbed his eyebrows:

"The only remaining question is why Masahiko Michiro loves to kill girls with dyed hair so much, but there is nothing to reason about this kind of thing, it is nothing more than some perverted individual preferences......"

Then again, the garden she ...... Why are you so unlucky?

As early as when Masahiko Michiro accosted him, he felt that there must be something wrong with this person being able to take a fancy to Suzuki Sonoko. But I didn't expect that the premonition would come true so soon......

……

On the other side, Masahiko Michiro seemed to have received Conan's question, and he made a wonderful simultaneous explanation.

"Didn't I tell you, I was once dumped by a slut, and I was deceived by her very badly."

He stretched out his hand to press Suzuki Sonoko, raised his knife and laughed wildly, and launched the villain's exclusive skill - died of talking too much:

"So as soon as I see a woman like you scratching my head, I want to dig out your internal organs, and you are like the woman who plunged me into the abyss of pain—

"All dye your hair!"

The white tree stepped on the canopy next to him, and he was still pinching the time seriously, but when he heard the last sentence at first glance, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

This is too out-of-character, if you want to find a reason, you should try to find a better one.

After venting the anger in his heart, Masahiko Michiro held the dagger instead, ready to make a move.

At the earliest, it was indeed hatred that supported him to kill.

But start with the second, the third...... This kind of "revenge" slowly changed its taste.

The blood and the entrails awakened the dormant beast in his heart, and he began to indulge in the process of killing people inextricably, just like now—knowing that it was daytime, knowing that the whereabouts of the photo had not yet been asked, knowing that the girl's friends were in the woods......

But he couldn't help it.

"I know that I still die like this, you were sent down by the old man of the moon to pull the strings......"

Shiraki muttered quietly, and after seeing a black shadow swishing towards Michiro Masahiko from a distance, he turned over and jumped down from the other side of the tree, slipping away silently.

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