"That's right, um, Fujika-san, didn't you just run out to find the police?"
"Me? Police?"
A bit of doubt appeared on Urahara Fujika's haggard face.
"Let me explain." Xin Haikong was finally willing to come in front of the door. "There will be no police and no police will come."
"Eh—why?"
"Because no one went to notify the police at all."
"But before we met Fujika-san—"
"That's Urahara Yanka."
"What?"
It was so! Between the lightning and flint, Conan wanted to understand all the passages.
"You mean Urahara Yanka pretended to be Urahara Fujika?" Matsuda understood.
"I'm very sorry and sorry to say that, but I've been waiting for you to come back, Urahara Fujika-san." Xin Haikong looked at Fujika, her amber pupils gleaming with a gentle light, "Your mother and sister can go well for you. It took a lot of effort to get out of this whole case."
Urahara Fujika looked at her mother and sister in amazement.
"No, please don't say it again!" Urahara Mikiko, who was crying with her head down, raised her head and stared at Xin Haikong in a panic.
"Is this bloodstain familiar?" Xin Hai pointed to the bloodstain on Mikiko's skirt.
"Isn't this what she splashed on when she murdered?" Mouri Kogoro still insisted on that opinion.
"Remember that when it rains, there is always water on the ground. If you strip on it at this time, it will splash water, right?"
"Indeed, this shape is more like splashing from the ground than blood splashing from a height." Matsuda nodded affirmatively.
"Fujika-san, the roses on the ground are still beautiful, thanks to your mother Urahara Mikiko. After cleaning the site, she brought a vase with roses from the lobby, stained with blood on the ground, and smashed the vase on the floor. On the ground, he directed and acted, and let out a scream."
"That's why the blood on the fragments of the vase is stained, not the splattered blood that a murder weapon should have."
"Shut up!"
"Your sister Urahara Yanka put several layers of booster pads in her socks, wearing your most commonly worn geta, and chatted with us for nearly ten minutes by the hot spring pool. The mist and the very different heights made everyone misunderstood, and this is to create an alibi for you."
"What nonsense are you talking about, these are just speculations without evidence!" Yanka, who has always been gentle, also burst into a wave of huge anger. She rushed up to stop Xin Hai from continuing to speak but was stopped by Ran.
"This plan is very comprehensive. One deceased and two suspects who have no alibi. No matter whether the murderer is Urahara Mikiko or Urahara Yanka, in the end, you will all admit it."
"What's the meaning......"
"While I was waiting for Fujika-san to come back, I kept thinking about whether to close the case or not, no one would know. A scum who only abuses his wife and daughter, he will die if he dies. And Urahara-san, you still have a bright future. If you take the admission letter and fly away, you will never come back for the rest of your life, and you will never remember that you have committed such a case in your life. Maybe it's a good ending, I think so."
"Xinhai-chan..." Matsuda stood aside and watched silently.
Urahara Yanka fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Only then did she show real sadness.
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How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police Department
FanfictionA Detective Conan Fanfiction Xin Haikong, an ordinary social animal, unfortunately died suddenly after staying up late again, but was sent to the world of Detective Conan by the system, became a bottle of real wine in the winery, and played a game c...
