Chapter 1826 1825 [It’s all his fault] Please give me your monthly ticketヽ(〃〃)~

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind. Kurosawa Kazuma clenched his fists angrily and muttered to himself: "It must be that bastard!"

Jiang Xia heard it with sharp ears and guessed who he was talking about, and quietly asked: "Who is it? Do you already have a doubtful candidate in your mind?"

"...No." Kurosawa Kazuma took a deep breath and calmed down: after all, it is an internal matter within the organization and cannot be resolved in front of other people. Otherwise, in the end, he will become the target of being resolved.

Kurosawa Kazuma's mind was spinning quite quickly: "I mean, it must be that **** who sneaked onto the island at some point and scrawled blood on the wall."

"He." Matsuzaki Masahiko breathed a sigh of relief and consoled him, "You don't have to worry about that. Weren't we all gathered around the window just now? That person was attacked from two sides and was too panicked. Unfortunately, he fell into the sea from the window. Judging from the terrain there and the conditions of today’s waves, I’m afraid he won’t be able to come back alive.”

The murderer slipped and fell into the sea and died unfortunately, although it sounds like a tragedy, but for other people on the island, this obviously made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.

"The matter ended like this." Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan were in a daze: they didn't see the murderer kneeling on the ground to repent of his life, and they always felt that something was missing in the process of solving the case...

Other students who have experienced fewer incidents are not as emotional as she is. Their feelings are much simpler - "We are saved!", "I can finally sleep peacefully tonight!"

 Influenced by them, the two female high school students finally felt a little more relaxed.

Suzuki Sonoko remembered something: "Tonight is actually the scheduled return time. We didn't go back on time. There will definitely be a ship coming to the island tomorrow to check the situation. If we leave at dawn, it won't take too long to arrive. Then everyone will follow Once the boat goes back, everything will really be over."

Hearing this statement, Mao Lilan always felt a bit unlucky and quietly corrected: "It's over. All that's left is to return home."

"Yes, yes, it's over." Suzuki Sonoko nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking at rice, "Tonight must be Christmas Eve."

 …

Kurosawa and Ma don’t know whether others are safe or not.

Anyway, after everyone went back to their rooms, he rolled up his sleeves and aggressively went to the place where Maya Hashimoto was hiding.

—Although those students said that the murderer fell to death, according to their principle of "seeing a dead person alive before seeing a dead body", since the body has not washed up from the sea, Hashimoto Maya is probably still alive.

 …

 In a remote house.

Maya Hashimoto looked at the wind and rain beating on the window, opened a bottle of Coke, raised his head and took a sip.

　　Before I could express the mood of bitter wind and rain, the door was pushed open forcefully.

"!" Maya Hashimoto turned her head suddenly, looked at Kazuma Kurosawa who appeared at the door, and secretly warned, "What's wrong?"

Kurosawa Kazuma snorted coldly: "Now that things have happened, do you still want to pretend to be stupid?"

"..." Maya Hashimoto thought of the burly figure being carried and ran past in the rain just now. She was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized a sense of fate, "Is Inozuka dead?"

Kurosawa Kazuma tightened his grip on the stick in his hand: "You know what I'm asking." Maya Hashimoto saw the clues: "...you shouldn't think it was me who killed him."

 Kurosawa Kazuma: “Who else could it be besides you?”

Maya Hashimoto was fed up with these stupid colleagues who couldn't reason and relied on intuition to find the murderer, but their intuition was not very good: "I stayed in the room the whole time and didn't leave even one step - and it was raining so hard, and the floor was covered with water. , do I have to recite the waterproof spell, fly over on a broomstick to kill people, and then fly back?"

"Don't tell me your British fairy tales!" Kurosawa Kazuma stared at this hybrid with a human face and an animal heart. Fortunately, he thought he was a good-tempered person before, "I never said where Inozuka died, but you But it seems that he knew that he did not die in this building, but in other places where he had to brave the rain. Knowing so much, you still say that you are not the murderer? "

Maya Hashimoto had no choice but to re-evaluate this colleague: "..." He can reason, but not completely. He only believes what he wants to believe, and he reluctantly went to the meeting to find "evidence" that was not rigorous at all... This is not Is it worse?

He looked at Kurosawa and Ma's murderous look and felt that his head was getting bigger. He could only sigh: "The reason why I know that the murderer needs to brave the rain to kill is because more than an hour ago, I saw someone carrying Walking through the rain with a pig grave - it's on the path over there.

"And aside from how I knew it, you should know his itinerary, right? Inozuka certainly didn't stay in the building I was in tonight. In other words, whether he went from here to the place of death , or the place where the body was dumped, I had to brave the rain and mud. And if I wanted to kill him or dump the body, I also had to go through heavy rain. But in fact, in my room, except for the wet footprints you stepped on when you came in just now , nothing related to rain or muddy water. I am not a murderer, do you understand."

Kurosawa Kazuma frowned and thought for a moment.

However, it may be that Hashimoto Maya's words are too long and people don't want to listen carefully, or it may be because Kurosawa and Ma are angry, plus they think of all the bad things they are encountering now, all because they are guarding the kid in front of them... In the end , these words failed to convince him. The cold-blooded organization member snorted and raised his stick, preparing to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

Maya Hashimoto looked at the approaching tall shadow: "..."

Damn it, can you send a normal person who can reason to be my teammate?

 …

a few minutes ago.

　　When Kurosawa Kazuma left the old hotel.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stood by the window, watching his retreating figure.

 Then after identifying the direction, he turned around and followed quietly.

"This person is probably hiding some important clues." Conan whispered to Jiang Xia, "And have you discovered the window sill that the murderer stepped on when he fell into the sea not long ago..."

Jiang Xia nodded: "There are muddy footprints on the corridor, but there are none on the window sill. There is no way to cross a window with such a narrow window. Unless he dives out like a dive, he will definitely leave footprints on the window sill. And now that the window sill is so It is clean, indicating that he may have just thrown away his hat, mask and coat, and then used his true face to blend in among the students, creating the illusion that the murderer had fallen into the sea and died."

Conan stuck his shell for a moment: "..." When he asked this before, the other person would answer "What did you find?" or "What happened to the window sill?", and then he could give the answer freely.

 It's a pity that the neighbor walking next to him now allowed him to only ask one question...and then there was nothing more.

 Conan: “…” At this time, I miss the Memu Police Department a little bit.

 (End of this chapter)