Kudo Shinichi froze in place, not thinking clearly for a moment whether to question the dangerous statement of "making up nonsense before killing", or to strongly condemn the brown-haired officer's bad behavior of teasing him as a child.

The little detective's big eyes were full of greater doubts, and his mouth let out a questioning sound of unknown meaning.

Toru Asada ignored the complex emotions in the little detective's mind that could be used to make a reading comprehension analysis, he looked at the little detective's eyes with a pair of smiling brown eyes, and rubbed his head casually: "Don't be so lost, the case is like solving a math problem, if you think flexibly, you can find that there is actually a reference answer after the homework book." ”

Kudo Shinichi slowly typed a question mark.

Is this comforting or perfunctory.

No, why do you naturally default to the fact that the answers after class can be copied?

"Haven't you copied your homework?" Toru Asada suddenly understood the little detective's tangled expression, and the expression on his face immediately turned into an unpretentious heartache entanglement, causing passers-by to look at this side twice, almost secretly making up for the tragic life experience of a ten-year-old child's parents who died and relatives and friends were separated, and his childhood sweetheart divorced on the spot.

Passerby A: This must be a conscientious police officer rescuing a delinquent child.

Passerby B: The future of the Japanese police industry is really shining.

Shinichi Kudo: ...... These people look at themselves strangely.

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected, Kudo Shinichi only feels that the Japanese police community still lacks a savior-

The kind that can fix some of the officer's broken brains.

"That's not good," Toru Asada didn't care about the eighteen turns in the little detective's heart, he put his hand on the little detective's shoulder, and continued to fool the child in a serious tone, "When you grow up, you won't have homework to copy." ”

"—so cherish the time you still have homework, and copy two more homework books while you're young."

…… I always felt that there was something wrong with this bowl of chicken soup, and the taste was outrageous, as if the screaming chicken had stewed the poisonous mushrooms that Osamu Dazai had eaten.

"Don't teach bad kids." As soon as Kenji Hagiwara walked from the side, he heard the dangerous remarks that his family would be jointly complained by parents across the country at the same time.

"I'm teaching others to have sinister hearts, don't just believe the nonsense of the people's police." Toru Asada chuckled and stood up, patting the creases that squatted out of his suit pants.

"You're the only one talking nonsense here," Kenji Hagiwara raised his eyebrows, "Please leave some bright image for the Japanese police community, and if it goes on like this, the good seedlings will have to run away to be detectives." ”

Toru Asada: "......"

No, he didn't think it should be his problem for the kid in front of him to be a detective.

The fact that Sherlock Holmes' disciples came to be police officers was the same as Sherlock Holmes himself who went to Scotland Yard for an interview, there was nothing logically wrong, but there was grass everywhere.

In the future, I really plan to be a detective, and I will continue to hone my own manufacturing with this goal - no, Kudo Shinichi, who has honed his ability to reason through cases, has just come to his senses, and thinking that he still has questions that he has not asked clearly, he tugged at the corner of the brown-haired officer's coat.

"So, Officer Asada already knew that Miss Xiao Jia was the murderer when he targeted Mr. Koichi Tachibana," the little detective raised his head and looked at Toru Asada seriously, "So you did this to let Miss Xiao Jia let her guard down?" ”

"—But it's true, let the murderer let his guard down first, and then suddenly turn the spearhead, so that the real murderer will be exposed." Shinichi Kudo was thoughtful.

…… No, that's just because he really doesn't like Koichi Tachibana.

The child's unrecyclable harmful knowledge increased again, and Toru Asada swept Kudo Shinichi with a strange gaze of "You are actually surnamed Di", and his expression became more and more loving.

Then he smiled and rubbed the little detective's head again: "That's right, that's it. ”

Kenji Hagiwara, who is well aware of his own nature at the same time, is silent, and the eyes of the liar are almost nailed to Toru Asada in substance, and the person who is being stared at ignores the signals sent at the same time without tacit understanding, and continues to fool the ten-year-old child without conscience.

"Psychological warfare is a very important criminal investigation skill, only by understanding and controlling the psychological activities of the other party, can you know where the murderer will hide the murder weapon, where the enemy will set up an ambush, and where the Onizuka instructor will appear when you run out to carry supper - cough, in short, the outstanding graduates of the police academy are proficient in this ability, and the most important thing is to know what flavor of sandwich to serve upstairs today when you are working."

I don't know how sinister the adult world is, and Xiao Shinichi, whose hearts are even darker than his face, couldn't help but complain: "Why do the police still run out to work." ”

The brown-haired young man casually recited nonsense without any conscience: "You don't understand, some police officers are nominally latent investigations, but in fact they like to work, and they spend two-thirds of their working hours in coffee shops to make sandwiches for people, and they can get three or four salaries for one time, and they can be reimbursed at both ends if they don't repair the car - there are especially many such guys in the public security, if you see it, remember to call and report it directly, and the deducted salary can be used as a bonus for you." ”

He made it up, but there shouldn't be any guy who happened to hit the muzzle of the gun, and if there is, be sure to let him meet-

Let's see which little clever ghost is so unlucky, and he doesn't know how to hide from the people when he makes extra money.

After a busy afternoon, the sky was about to get dark, and the September breeze announced the first autumn of the year, and the little detective walked away with a full stomach, until he walked into Kawano's house, and he couldn't figure out how many words the brown-haired officer had just said to fool himself.

"That kid is going to be fooled by you," Hagiwara Ken took out a cigarette and lit it before the second child left, shaking his head a little funny, "Occasionally care for minors, they're only ten years old now." ”

At the same time, he couldn't even believe the punctuation, although he knew that Archer didn't have any bad intentions and was completely teasing the children, he couldn't help but cry of sympathy for the little detective who was fooled into a trance.

"I've always cared for the little kid, so I didn't tell him the murderer's motives." Toru Asada leaned against the wall, looking in the direction Kudo Shinichi had left.

"Actually, it's quite simple, Xiao Jiazhizi's son and Mr. Harada's patient had a seizure at the same time, and there was only one spare ventilator left in the hospital at that time, and the people in the hospital chose Mr. Harada's patient not so much because they chose Mr. Harada's patient, but because of Mr. Harada's face, Ms. Xiaojia was not reconciled."

Kenji Hagiwara leaned against the wall side by side with the cigarette in his hand, the sparks were clearly extinguished at the end of the cigarette, a wisp of smoke rose in a curling curl, and the sinking twilight illuminated the expressions of both of them hazy.

The voice of the brown-haired young man sounded faintly, gently melting into the September wind, and blowing into Kenji Hagiwara's ears again.

"The people in the hospital said that Xiao Jiazhizi's son was very cute, he had just passed his fifth birthday, and he was a child who liked to talk and laugh, and when the nurse chatted, he complained that he could only wear work clothes every day, so he drew all kinds of small skirts on paper, and folded a jar of little stars for them."

“…… However, Mr. Harada's patient is also very good, she is a very young pianist, and when her condition does not deteriorate, she sings downstairs in the hospital, and many people in the inpatient department know her. ”

That's why he felt that life was terriblely cheap, and he didn't know when it would be put on both ends of the scale, and if there was enough weight at one end, no matter how brilliant life was at the other end, it could be given up in an instant.

It wasn't because they chose Mr. Harada's patient and gave up Ms. Xiaojia's son, but because they saved a young artist who played the piano well, but left a child who could laugh and fold little stars.

There are no people who make mistakes, so this is the most unwilling.