Famous Detective: I'm Sato Miwako's Informant

night.

Star bright.

In the rental house that Kurosawa Shizuo rented temporarily.

She was sitting at a table with a picture frame in her hand that contained a picture of herself and her husband.

The two people in the photo are smiling very happily and look very happy, but if you look at it now, it's all fake.

What used to be each other's oaths, what's the sea withered and the rocks rotten, all turned into nonsense in the end, and not a single word was really done.

There was mist in her bright eyes, and her thin body trembled slightly. She stared at the photo frame for a while before slowly putting it down and looking at the phone next to her.

After hesitating for a while, she still picked up the receiver, ready to talk to her husband.

at this time--

"Ding dong..."

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Kurosawa was stunned for a while, then thought of her husband, and rushed to the door. Looking through the cat's eyes, she wanted to escape, but she didn't know why her legs were a little weak.

I saw a man wearing a helmet with his head down standing at the door, not knowing what he was doing there.

Just when she was a little overwhelmed and scared, the man outside the door spoke one by one.

"Registered letter, there is a registered letter with Miss Shizuo Kurosawa's content certifying."

But he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

427 "What?"

Shizuo Kurosawa was stunned, and his mood suddenly began to fluctuate.

Because this kind of thing happened the day before with the help of lawyer Kisaki Eri, but now it happened to her.

the other side.

Also under the night sky.

Kudou house.

in the living room.

The two sat on the sofa.

Yukiko had lipstick on her lips, her eyes were watery, and her cheeks were a little red as she looked at the man in front of her.

Shiraishi is now talking nonsense in a serious manner:

"It's only been a few days, you can't hold on anymore."

Yukiko's eyes were full of smiles, a kind of emotion that had succeeded in a trick.

"I have to spend a lot of time with you every night, but now you regret it."

Listening to these words, she looked at the anxious man opposite, and felt that her torture was also very good.

"You are so disappointed in me, didn't you agree that you want to kill me in this way? Why are you not interested now, but I'm waiting for you to kill me?

(badj) "That."

"what!"

Shiraishi glared at him. It's already this time. This woman dares to interrupt his speech. It's a little crazy.

Yukiko's slender legs folded, winked softly, and said softly:

"Mr. Shiraishi, have you been silent for so long?"

"I……"

Shiraishi almost vomited out a mouthful of blood. He had said it for so long, and his purpose was clear. You asked me if I was dry. If it wasn't for his good temper, the woman in front of him was one of the harems in the future. Maybe she has started to play the real thing.

"woman!"

Shiraishi leaned forward a little, and everyone was already in front of her, smelling the fragrance from her body, and said slowly:

"Give you a chance and continue to kill me."

"Um~"

Yukiko responded, but the voice came from his nose, which was often more pleasant and unbearable than the voice that came out of his mouth.

"That's the reaction?"

"Um... Mr. Shiraishi, is it okay not to go home? Don't you go to work tomorrow?"

"You don't have to worry about this. Anyway, I have money to support you. I have a lot of money, then I have a small shop, and then I have two jobs that can be paid without going to work."

"Oh no~"

Yukiko made this terrifying sound again, put his folded legs down, and rubbed each other's hands a few times.

Suddenly, because of the movement, the red sling on her shoulders collapsed, and she pulled it up naturally.

"Guru..."

Shiraishi swallowed his saliva, and the scene where every action was full of charm made him feel a little out of control.

Yukiko would be in danger tonight if his sanity wasn't still online.

"cough……"

Shiraishi coughed, sat down on the sofa again, and decided to talk about another topic:

"By the way, what about your son?"

"Shinichi, he has recently encountered a case, so he has not been at home."

"No, I'm talking about Conan."

"Conan?"

Yukiko choked in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face at all. He touched his abdomen with one hand and his cheek with the other, and pressed them together at such an angle, supporting his whole body, pretending to be strange. :

"What's wrong with my son Conan, he's just a child of one of my relatives. You don't think he's my illegitimate child, do you? How could it be... You're my second man, if you think I If it's dirty, you can leave."

She said this on purpose, trying to make Shiraishi go away.

Because she didn't know if Shiraishi knew something, but for the sake of her son, even if her son's emotional intelligence was particularly low, she didn't want her son to encounter some harm.

She and Kudou Yūsaku have divorced, and now her son is her only one. The last time she became smaller, she was terrified.

So she has been hiding Conan's true identity, even Kudou Yūsaku didn't say it, she just didn't want her son to encounter some danger, and kept this secret firmly in her heart.

Of course she didn't say it, but that doesn't mean Conan won't take the initiative to tell others.

Shiraishi smiled and said, "Miss Yukiko, I know a lot about some things. Kudou Shinichi became the Edogawa Conan because he was given some drugs by others. I have always known this, but I haven't. Just say it."

Yukiko's expression finally changed, but after thinking about it carefully, he was no longer afraid. He lay down behind the sofa and said with a smile:

"Anyway, I won't admit it. Conan, she went to Dr. Agasa's side again. She's really a rambunctious child."

Shiraishi was helpless, it seemed that this woman had decided on him.

"Oh, won't you kill me?"

"Don't kill today."

"But I want you to kill me."

"Just give yourself a shot."

Shiraishi stood up directly and came to her, and a princess hugged her up.

Since Yukiko doesn't kill him, he decides to kill himself, which is fine