It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

……

"The murderer is you! Ms. Taketoshi Masako!"

The patient's family member, Taketoshi Masako's eyes suddenly lost color, and a drop of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. She sneered, "The reasoning is good, but it's just reasoning. You say I'm the murderer, but where is the evidence?"

Kurosawa also watched this scene with half-moon eyes.

Classic scene of asking for a hammer and getting a hammer.

"Evidence? The evidence is the paint that was not completely dry and rubbed against the window when you used the hemp rope to return to the ward downstairs from this ward!"

"I guess the hemp rope you used was also stained with paint, and when you put the rope into your bag, the paint in the shape of the hemp rope also remained in your bag!"

Masako Taketo's pupils trembled, and she couldn't help but exert force with the hand holding the bag.

Officer Megure looked at her and walked over with a stern look, "Do you mind letting me see your bag?"

Taketoyama Masako loosened her grip on the bag and knelt on the ground helplessly. "It's all his fault, it's all his fault!"

She covered her face with her hands and tears flowed.

Kurosawa also yawned out of boredom.

He was not interested in seeing her cry, kneel and confess.

While everyone's attention was on Taketoshi Masako who was "telling a story", he quietly left the scene.

Conan came out from the corner, glanced at him leaving, frowned, and followed him.

Then he saw the other person enter Qianzhu's ward.

Conan:?

He tiptoed to the door, leaned against the door and eavesdropped blatantly.

"Ah~ How did Brother Qianzhu get hurt~ He was so careless~"

Qianzhu looked at the silver-haired boy standing beside the bed and spoke slowly, "Did you come to me just to say this?"

Kurosawa also laughed, looking down at Qianzhu, his lips slightly raised, his hollow eyes carrying a yandere taste, "Of course not, I just hope you get hurt less in the future, otherwise I will be very troubled~"

01, nestled in Qianzhu's neck, didn't dare to make a sound.

The host is addicted to acting again. What should I do? Waiting online, not urgent.

Kurosawa also came to Qianzhu, stretched out his hand to press his injured shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Does it hurt?"

Qianzhu frowned slightly.

to be frank.

It doesn't hurt.

After all, the pain perception is still 0.

Kurosawa: ...Yes.

He glanced at 01 and signaled it to turn up the pain sensitivity.

01 glanced at him and then pulled it up to 60%.

"hiss……"

Qianzhu took a breath of cold air, and the shoulder that was pressed by Kurosawa began to bleed.

Kurosawa also paused for a moment, then slowly released Chitake's shoulders.

"Well, you just need to reduce the number of times you get hurt. Of course, I will also try my best not to get hurt myself."

He supported himself on the bed with his hands, his face less than two centimeters away from Qianzhu's face, and his smiling face looked like a little fox.

Qianzhu covered her painful shoulder and looked at him with cold amber eyes.

"You only dare to look at me like that because you think I can't do anything to you~ But a traitor... is a traitor." Kurosawa also whispered in his ear.

There is a devilish smile on the cute face.

Qianzhu clutched the bed sheet tightly with his other hand, his face pale with pain and covered in cold sweat, his pupils shrank slightly because of the other person's words.

He turned his face away, looking away, and lowered his voice a few notches.

"I'm different from you. I didn't do this voluntarily."

The voice was so low that Conan, who was outside the door, couldn't hear it clearly.

His mind is full of question marks now.

……

The end of the world is Narcissus!!! (screaming) (loud) (shout)

Although it is said that CPs should be kept to one’s own devices, but! What’s wrong with me being the author! Can’t the author just keep his own devices?

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha (I’m going crazy from eating CP)