Conan: Tennis Boys' Scripted Murder

The forensic investigator and medical examiner who came with Miyano Osamu walked up to the deceased carrying their small suitcases.

Mao Lilan smiled at them awkwardly and picked up Conan who was observing intently.

"Excuse me, Conan. Let's not disturb the police at work."

Conan replied in a baby voice: "Okay."

As soon as he landed, he caught a gaze. He followed the line of sight and found that it was one of the suspects.

"Big brother, what are you looking at me doing?"

Qian Shiqingchun bent down and said, "Little brother, you are different from other kids."

The other children he was referring to were not the other members of the Young Detective Team who were eager to try, but the crying children hiding in their parents' arms not far away.

"Because I want to be a detective when I grow up. If I can't overcome this little thing, I won't be a famous detective."

Conan clenched his fist and solemnly "swore an oath". At the same time, he was observing the man. His intuition told him that this man was not simple.

"So are we! But we're still far behind Conan."

"We'll get used to it after a few more adaptations."

"Yes."

Yoshida Ayumi and the other two followed him without thinking, they are members of the Junior Detective League!

Haibara Ai sat huddled aside, and the people from the Black Organization were nearby.

Only then did Conan have the energy to observe the people around him.

"Haiyuan, what's wrong with you?"

"Kudo..."

Before Haibara Ai finished her words, Conan already understood, based on her behavior, that there were organized people in the crowd.

After Miyano Osamu and his team arrived, they set up a cordon in time.

Not everyone likes to join in the fun, so not many people stayed, and they were still some distance away.

The police officers who came this time are all familiar faces. Since Haibara Ai did not react before, they can be ruled out for the time being.

He now focuses on three suspects, the most eye-catching of whom is the man with orange hair.

The man was very handsome and had an indescribable sense of friendliness.

Conan knows very well that the more such a person is, the harder it is to deal with him.

Miyano Osamu caught a glimpse of Conan's tense little face and kept poking at Sengoku Kiyomizu in his mind.

The Chosen One·Apostle of Ke·Crisis Savior Group Chat (19)

The Light of the Metropolitan Police Department (Miyano Osamu): Sengoku, what's going on! Why did you confront the Death God Elementary School Student right after returning to the country!

Lucky Fake Wine (Sengoku Kiyomizu): I have to say that my luck is incredible.

The Light of the Metropolitan Police Department: Answer my questions and don’t change the subject!

Lucky Fake Wine: Well, this is the first task that Gin gave me, and I can't disobey him.

Elementary school classmate (Kirihara Akaya): Are you the murderer? !

Lucky Fake Wine: Am I such a cruel person? Before I even started, he fell down, holding his neck. It had nothing to do with me.

"Akaye, why do you look so regretful?"

Kirihara Akaya scratched his head, "Haha, Ayumi, you're seeing things."

Alas, he thought he could find the murderer before Conan.

The corner of Sengoku Kiyomizu's mouth twitched. He was sure that if he nodded, the second-year ace of Rikkai University would do something like sacrificing his own family for the sake of justice.

Miyano Osamu never doubted Sengoku Kiyomizu, he just felt very devastated when he saw him.

Eliminate one wrong option, choose one of the two, with a fifty percent chance.

He carefully observed the expressions on the faces of the man and woman, and directed Takagi Shigeru to check their personal belongings.

"Officer Miyano, you only suspect these two, why?"