"What did you say?"

Kudo Shinichi looked at Toru Amamiya with a shocked face, although he had already guessed the murderer, but because of the lack of clues, he didn't immediately open his mouth to startle the snake.

And this guy opened his mouth at this time, is it because he has already found clues?

Inexplicably, the fighting spirit begins to burn in Kudo Shinichi's chest, and he rarely meets a unit detective who can solve a case faster than himself.

"Ah, did I just say that?"

Toru Amamiya tilted his head, his eyes briefly focused on Kudo Shinichi, and then quickly drifted again.

As soon as Shinichi Kudo and the police around him raised their expectations for him, they were blindsided by this dumb-sounding sentence.

So, he was just in a daze, and then accidentally said this mystery that is not too difficult to guess, in fact, you don't know how the case happened?

So what is my burning fighting spirit?

Kudo Shinichi almost turned into a beanie eye, but he immediately noticed Toru Amamiya's weirdly focused eyes in mid-air.

"Shall I proceed then?" Toru Amamiya flashed his eyes that were difficult to see, as if he was asking questions into the air.

"Continue?"

Kudo Shinichi wondered, but was not answered.

Inexplicably, Kudo Shinichi felt that something was going strange, and he felt that Toru Amamiya seemed to be talking to some "person" he couldn't see.

Kudo Shinichi shuddered, but then this inexplicable feeling was completely suppressed by his scientific worldview.

It's some kind of special way to solve crimes, right? I remember my father mentioned it to me when I was studying in Hawaii......

Kudo Shin began to think.

"The truck was parked on the slope at first, which is why the truck went down, but why did the truck go down just as Mr. President left his seat?"

Toru Amamiya continued, his tone flat, as if he was repeating someone's words.

"Shouldn't this be a coincidence?" The president shouted, "How could I be a murderer? I've never been out of a coffee shop! ”

"So all you need is a timing device, or it doesn't have to be a timing device, you just need a signal that the president can see when the truck starts to slide."

Toru Amamiya lowered his head slightly, letting the shadow cover his face.

"The bus!"

Kudo Shinichi flashed a lightning bolt in his head, and he understood everything in an instant.

"So you guy put down an obstacle in front of the truck to stop the truck from sliding, and one end of the obstacle is tied to the bus, as long as the bus drives away, you know that the truck is going to slide, and immediately dodge."

figured out everything, although with the help of others, the case officially entered the link of finding evidence.

The frustration flashed, and under the influence of the excellent and correct three views, Kudo Shinichi quickly turned the frustration into his own growing fighting spirit.

It's rare to have this kind of excitement, but this guy has just entered the coffee shop, and there must be no way to find evidence quickly.

Shinichi Kudo smiled confidently.

Although I lost a lot in reasoning, I still left the final ending to myself!

"What about the evidence? I admit that your speculation is interesting, but nothing without evidence! ”

The president panicked.

Although he pretended to get the lighter back, when he came out of the toilet to admire Aida's tragic death, he had already seen the detective who often appeared in the newspaper, and the prefix was usually "Savior of the Police Officer".

However, although he was a little flustered at the time, he could continue to act at that time.

After all, a report is a report, and he heard that this guy is called Shinichi Kudo, and his parents are famous novelists and big stars.

What if this guy is acting? Is it through the connections of his parents that he became famous?

He can only take chances.

After all, everything has already been done, is it possible to stuff Aida's soul back into his almost pulp-down body?

But he never expected this case to be resolved so quickly.

And these two people are fighting each other, are they unlucky to be involved in some strange competition of detectives?

The president took a deep breath and was about to make a final resistance.

"I'll admit you're speculating interestingly, but what about the evidence, you guys have the evidence?"

Kudo Shinichi looked at the toilet, he had keenly noticed that the president had been to the toilet once before the truck slid down, and he believed that the evidence should be inside

Although this guy is very good at reasoning, he is very inexperienced, and if he can't produce evidence right away, it will destroy the coherence of reasoning.

If the delay is a little longer at this time, it is very likely that the prisoner will adjust his mentality and continue to quibble.

When solving a case, a detective occasionally needs to make a targeted plan for the prisoner's psychological defense, and only in this way can he be regarded as an excellent detective.

He thought about it, but saw that Toru Amamiya was still the same unfathomable appearance as before, and he didn't have the slightest idea of looking for evidence.

"And where is the evidence?"

Toru Amamiya's eyes focused on the air, and his head tilted, as if asking a question about some "person" that didn't actually exist in front of him.

What kind of inexplicable question is this guy asking? Can you still give him the evidence yourself?

The president just wanted to sneer and question, but he felt a chill envelop him inexplicably.

He suddenly realized that the young detective, who didn't seem to know what to say, didn't seem to be asking himself, and his eyes were focused in mid-air.

It was as if there was a presence out there, invisible to all of them, decrypting him.

So, who the hell is he asking?

The president, who had orchestrated a murder and questioned the police and detectives with confidence, was in a state of excitement, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the bodies of his own employees who had not yet been dug up from the rubble.

Under the bright light, the president suddenly felt a burst of dizziness, and the strange feeling almost made him subconsciously reach out and choke his throat.

This world doesn't, there really is such a thing, right?

The strange black lines at the edge of the president's vision began to surge.

And Toru Amamiya continued to speak, his tone flat as if he was repeating someone else's words, the focus of his eyes floating in the air, and his body was not even completely facing everyone.

There was no trace of warmth in the white light, and the Amamiya Toru in the president's eyes gradually became weird, and the flat voice continued.

"The evidence is in your hand, probably to tie something up, you accidentally cut your finger, I can smell it."

Like a fierce ghost returning to the soul, Toru Amamiya, who had been looking at the empty space, suddenly focused his eyes on the president.

The light in his iron-gray eyes was inexplicably weird, and the president felt that he could almost see in his eyes that the soul of the dead Aida was accusing him.

A drop of cold sweat slid straight down his forehead to his chin, and the moist touch of the liquid made him think that someone's hand was caressing his cheek.

"If you want to contradict me, please explain why you climbed out of the window."

As Toru Amamiya approached the president, all of his physical features began to blur under the long hair and lights, and in the president's eyes, he began to transform into some non-theoretical creature.

The president tried to avoid this guy, but found that he couldn't move his legs.

"If I'm not mistaken, there must be your blood on the windowsill of the toilet, right, or the line behind the bus that holds the obstacle in place?"

"What line should that be? Be... Piano line? ”

"Would you like to find the bus and check it out?"

"Well, I guess I should check your personal vehicle? Maybe there's a pair of bloodstained gloves there. ”