You can be eccentric, but you can't be so eccentric.
This sudden incident made Asakura feel unexpected for the first time since he obtained the code name Brandy.
"No one is allowed to move!"
In an instant, Kudo Shinichi, who smelled the smell of the case, reacted. Although he was only a junior high school student, at this time he showed a more courageous performance than the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department.
"Lan, call the ambulance and call the police!"
He stood up from the table, came to the deceased's side as quickly as possible, and went down to observe the deceased's condition.
About half a minute later, Kudo Shinichi raised his head and said the test results solemnly: "He is dead."
At the same time, there was no commotion inside the coffee shop, which was normal. After all, there were two police officers and a former police officer who was trying to pretend that he was just.
Moreover, in terms of ability alone, these three people are each better than the last. It is strange that they cannot suppress the situation at the scene.
"What is going on? Mr. Detective?"
Asakura Makoto has never been very interested in the case, but this time because he stopped the expected case, a new incident happened. This situation made him reluctantly become slightly interested.
"The cause of death is unknown."
Kudo Shinichi frowned, and after putting on the gloves he carried with him, he began to search for abnormal parts of the deceased's body, trying to find useful clues.
Asakura stood beside him for a while, watching Kudo Shinichi deftly lift the front of the deceased, reaching out from the neck to the chest. He shrugged and said, "Since you are responsible for collecting evidence, then I will Let’s go question the others.”
After saying that, without waiting for Kudo's reply, he walked over to Toru Amuro.
Seeing that a death had occurred at this moment, Toru Amuro had stopped entangled with the would-be murderer who tried to kill someone at the birthday celebration. After calmly threatening them to keep quiet, he approached the only way out and blocked the passage.
When he saw Asakura Zhen coming, he took two steps back and leaned against the door, as far away from the crowd as possible, and asked in a low voice: "Do I need to create a chance for you to leave?"
Makoto Asakura is different from Tooru Amuro. He has no serious job cover. He is just a member of the organization and is suitable for meeting with the Metropolitan Police.
"Yeah, thank you for your kindness, but no need." Asakura smiled.
If you leave without solving the case, you are taking the initiative to run into the guns of the Metropolitan Police. If they don't know how to investigate, is it possible that they don't know how to issue a wanted warrant?
"Now the question is, who do you think is more suspicious among the clerks in front?"
There were many customers in the store, but after excluding the three junior high school students, excluding Asakura Makoto himself and Matsuda Jinpei, and excluding the five people who had no contact with the deceased and were originally involved in the crime, the remaining possible suspects present were the ones present. , and there are only clerks represented by Toru Amuro.
"People in the kitchen and lounge?"
Toru Amuro recalled it.
"There is no particularly suspicious person because this cafe does not report the table number when ordering, which means that only the waiter in front knows who specifically ordered the meal."
"Um......"
Asakura Zhen pondered for a moment, raised his finger and pointed at Toru Amuro, and asked thoughtfully: "Is that you?"
His current identity, a member without a code name, obviously did not have the authority to know Bourbon's whereabouts. In this case, it was reasonable for him to suspect that the deceased was the assassination target of Bourbon's cadre.
"no."
Toru Amuro understood the logic of the person in front of him. Indeed, the only reasonable explanation for a cadre pretending to be a clerk was that there was a target of his task in the store, but the problem was - there was indeed a target of Toru Amuro's task in the store, but that target was The police contact person who is not here now.
"Really? Then we can only assume that the suspect is a member of the deceased's social relationship."
The current on-site conditions do not allow for a situation of choosing one of the three.
After a brief inquiry, he sat back in his seat, holding his chin in preparation to watch the subsequent developments.
And his chat with Toru Amuro was watched by Jinpei Matsuda, who was almost separated by the entire cafe. Such development made him confirm his guess and confirmed that Asakura was from the organization where Toru Amuro was working as an undercover agent. member.
"Did you gain anything there?"
After completing the investigation, Kudo Shinichi sat down opposite Asakura Makoto and asked.
"As expected, if there is a murderer, then the murderer is someone outside of this cafe. Previously, out of professional habit, I observed the situation in the store and identified the people who had eye contact with the deceased as acquaintances of the deceased. , the answer is that there is no one, and the chef does not know the deceased’s order, so poisoning is ruled out during the production process.”
"Of course, it could also be a sudden death due to a sudden illness, but in this regard, I think it's better to listen to your opinion before drawing a conclusion."
At the moment of his death, whether rational or emotional, Asakura didn't have many thoughts about continuing to eat dessert. While he was talking about his opinions, he was cutting the cake on the plate with a matching spoon.
"The deceased was poisoned." Kudo Shinichi took a breath and explained his investigation.
"The name of the professional book shows signs of alteration. It should be second-hand. The previous owner probably didn't take care of it very much, so the paper has a peculiar smell. If you don't pay much attention, you may ignore it. Among the peculiar smell, I smell something that shouldn't be in the book. Pungent smell."
Kudo Shinichi was very expressive, making various gestures with his arms in front of him while describing his findings.
"There are slight signs of moisture on the edges of the paper, and there are traces of licking on the deceased's fingers. The murderer's method of poisoning was probably to apply poison on the pages in advance, and when the deceased was dipped in saliva to increase the friction, He got poison on his fingers."
"And in such an old book, many pages will stick together and be difficult to open, so this method is needed."
Having said this, Kudo Shinichi sighed. If the sense of accomplishment in solving the puzzle is the greatest reward for detectives, then they also have to face the sadness of life passing before their eyes.
Even though Kudo longed to become Sherlock Holmes, who was only passionate about puzzles, he still found it difficult to let go of his realistic feelings.
"Great reasoning, then the next thing that can be done seems to be to wait for the relevant personnel to arrive, right?"
Asakura adjusted her sitting posture and asked.
"Hmm..." Kudo Shinichi thought for a moment, and it was indeed true.
"Okay, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll just be a cake-eater here." Asakura Makoto pulled the cake on the plate a few more times, scooped up a small piece and put it into his mouth.
"Poisoning incident?" Kudo Shinichi reminded carefully.
"It's okay. If it was poisonous, I would have..."
He was only halfway through his words when his voice suddenly choked and his whole body came to a standstill. Then, like the deceased college student just now, he hit his head on the table.
At this moment, the horrified eyes of the entire audience were instantly focused here.
"Okay, just kidding." But soon, Asakura straightened up without expression and continued to scoop up the cake and eat it.
"..." Kudo Shinichi suppressed the shock on his face, and began to feel that something was wrong with this person, but his personal behavior... He couldn't comment too much, he could only feel slightly embarrassed. The ground responded, "Well, ah, that's it."
Then, about twenty minutes after the call was made, the police car stopped at the door of the coffee shop. Amid the flashing red and blue police lights, a group of people pushed the door open and entered.
