I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 597 There is progress
"Sure enough."

Looking at the photo on the album, Guangyou couldn't help but smile, and said, "Although there is still no substantive evidence, I feel like it's pretty much the same!"

In the photo, Yuri Kuroki is sitting at the table playing with the flowers in the vase, with an extremely bright smile on his face, and there is a line of annotations below the photo, which reads [Mr. Too bad I went to school that day]

The overall look is quite normal, and Kuroki Yuri's flower arrangement is also pretty good, but the direction of Kuroki Yuri's gaze tells Guangyou that what she is looking at is not the flower, but the cameraman.

Judging from the notes below, this cameraman is none other than this flower arrangement teacher named Xiao Gong.

Not only that, Kuroki Yuri looked at the flower arrangement teacher with complicated eyes, which may sound a little mysterious, but Guangyou really thinks that she has some unusual feelings for the cameraman.

It looked as if Kuroki Yuri was expecting her flower arrangement teacher to praise her.

"Could it be that I'm overthinking it?" Guangyou couldn't help doubting himself. After all, no one would believe this kind of thing, because it was too fake.

The sixth sense is so mysterious that even those scientists in the past did not give a clear answer, and Guangyou didn't know if his feeling could be called the sixth sense.

Anyway, when he saw that photo and thought about it deeply, the thought just popped up in his mind.

Guangyou, who was in self-doubt, directly threw this question to Xiao Ai: "Xiao Ai, what do you think?"

"I feel that she doesn't seem to care about flowers very much, and seems to care about the views of the flower arrangement teacher."

This is Xiao Ai's first intuition after seeing this photo. As a woman, Xiao Ai seems to be able to understand it, because she also has this kind of thought.

It's like she was learning to cook. She didn't have much interest in cooking at first.

At the beginning, she wanted to learn cooking because she wanted to take care of Guangyou. Rather than saying that she liked cooking, it was more because she liked the satisfaction that Guangyou showed when eating the dishes she cooked.

This photo gave Xiao Ai the feeling that Kuroki Yuri learned flower arrangement because he wanted to see the smile of the flower arrangement teacher or hear the flower arrangement teacher's praise.

"But we don't have any evidence." Guangyou continued to look through the album, and only then did he find that among the following photos, the photos of flower arrangement accounted for the vast majority.

Moreover, every photo is the same as the one just now, Kuroki Yuri's eyes are always looking at the flower arrangement teacher named Komiya.

"This is too coincidental. Don't you care about your own work at all?"

It’s okay not to turn back, but the more you turn back, the more suspicious she becomes. Guangyou even found that one day he was smiling and arranging flowers with Mr. Xiaogong, and the next day he took a photo with his family with a smile uglier than a dead person.

To be precise, Kuroki Yuri would show that kind of smile when there was Kuroki Kenji. If only Kuroki Tetsuya was alone, she would behave quite normally, at least like a mother.

"Maybe we thought too much?" Guangyou saw that the back of the album was empty, so he closed the album, and said to Xiao Ai, "Let's go down and have a look, maybe there has been some progress."

"Ah."

On the other side, Conan is looking for clues everywhere on the ground floor, he will not let go of every corner, very carefully.

"phone.phone"

Thinking of the phone call that Guangyou said just now, Conan came to the landline in the living room, hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand and pressed it a few times, and looked at the call log.

The first phone number he saw was naturally the man who called before, and Conan knew about it, but the ones behind were only phone numbers, so he couldn't guess who called them.

So what he looked at was not the phone number, but the time when those calls came. Conan's idea was very simple. If someone had called Kuroki Yuri before she died, they might know something.

"The chances are too small, and if an accident happens, that person should call the police, so that we won't find the body, unless the person talking to her is the murderer."

That being said, after reading the call log, Conan honestly took out a piece of paper from his bag and wrote down several phone numbers and call times that matched the time period.

The main reason is that there are so few clues at present, and Conan does not want to give up any information that may be helpful to solve the case.

Putting away the note, Conan continued to search for clues on the ground floor.

"Go out and have a look, go to the yard and look for any clues."

Thinking of this, Conan went to the entrance to change his shoes and went out to take a look around. He had checked almost every corner and corner of the room, except for the yard outside.

"Huh? These shoes."

Conan, who was about to change his shoes, suddenly noticed something strange about the pair of gray fluffy slippers on the ground. The gray fluff on one of the slippers seemed to be mixed with some dark red.

Conan squatted down, picked up the slippers, and as his fingers swept over the fluff, he discovered that the root of the fluff that was half the size of a fingernail had turned dark red.

"Is this... blood?"

The experienced Conan quickly made up the picture in his mind, then glanced at the well-categorized shoe cabinet, and asked himself, "This family is quite particular. The guests have special slippers. Whose shoes are these?"

"Tetsuya Kuroki and Yuri Kuroki's shoes are the same style as this pair of shoes, but the color and size are different. If you say that, then could these shoes be Kenji Kuroki's?"

"If it's really his."

Thinking of this, Conan narrowed his eyes, as if they were shining, "Could it be him? There is a motive, but now there is no evidence, so I can't confirm it."

"It's also possible that someone else put on his shoes to frame him? No, these shoes have obviously been washed, or else that piece should be red."

"Washing it on purpose to frame Kuroki Kenji? That's not right. If the murderer was so scheming, he wouldn't make such a low-level mistake as holding the knife backward."

"Damn it!" Conan reasoned out many possibilities in his mind, each of which could explain the current situation, but he couldn't be sure, he only heard him regretting, "There are still too few clues, just a little more clues , I can catch the murderer, but alas..."

Just when he was distressed, Takagi who went out to investigate came back.

"Conan, what's wrong with you? Why this expression?" Takagi bent down and asked, "Do you want to go home? Or I'll find someone to take you home?"

Seeing some breakthroughs in the case, how could Conan have the heart to just go back home like this, he had an idea, picked up the fluffy slippers and showed them to Takagi: "No, I did this because I accidentally stained their shoes just now."

After saying this, Conan admired his ability to adapt to the situation. He could not only reject Takagi's idea of ​​sending him home, but also let the bloody slippers come into the police's sight.

It's two birds with one stone!
"Conan, is this just a trivial matter?"

Takagi, who wanted to comfort Conan, saw the root of the fluff that was suspected to be soaked in blood, and his expression suddenly became serious, "I have to tell Officer Megure first."

(End of this chapter)