The already solemn atmosphere here suddenly solidified as Ye Gengyi's words fell.
The power of maternal love is great. Fei Yingli reacted the fastest. She did not ask directly, but turned back to confirm whether Fuudo Kyosuke was nearby.
"Saraichi..." Mouri Kogoro was about to speak, but Conan preempted him: "Saraichi-san, let's not talk about doubts. How did you know that Dr. Fuido is left-handed?"
He went back and forth, carefully recalling the details of the previous encounter in the diagnosis room.
But...I didn't notice anything unusual.
"Although he has made corrections, it is obviously not thorough enough." Ye Gengyi explained: "On Fudo Kyousuke's desk, the telephone and pen holder are placed on the left. In addition, there are also cuffs The degree of wear and tear and the thickness of his fingers can prove that he is a left-handed person..."
"Oh, why didn't I expect..." Conan suddenly understood after being reminded like this.
Even though he didn't want to admit his mistakes in his heart, a certain detective knew that the details Ye Gengyi said were correct.
Could it be that he was really affected by Xiaolan's current dangerous situation...
Calm down, you must calm down.
Conan encouraged himself.
Next to him, Dr. Agasa asked doubtfully: "But, even if Dr. Fuido did not reveal that he is left-handed, it does not prove that he is the murderer."
This is also obvious. After all, it is still the same sentence. Although the murderer is left-handed, it does not mean that the left-hander is the murderer. Based on these clues alone, it is impossible to send Fuudo Kyousuke to prison. At best, it only means that the other party is suspected.
"Yes." Ye Geng nodded and directly sold the god of death, "It was Conan who doubted Doctor Fengdo's hypothesis."
Conan: "..."
I feel like the blame on me is getting heavier. It was obviously you who pointed out that the other party was stalking Xiaolan, but you actually said this when it happened. Could it be that what you just said in the diagnosis room was just an ordinary reply?
Fei Yingli's expression was solemn, and she was obviously alert. If the murderer was a doctor in the hospital, then Takagi and Chiba's protection would be useless.
The other party is Xiaolan's psychiatrist now. Are you on guard against him? How to guard against...
But if he informed the police of this suspicion based on mere speculation without evidence, it would be disrespectful not only to Kyosuke Futo, but also to Rensaburo Shiratori.
She was silent for a few seconds and said: "Otherwise...it's better to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, or to be transferred directly to the hospital."
Ye Gengyi said: "I do have the contact information of Yokohama Hospital, an expert in psychiatry and neurology, Ryota Kuzo. When I went there last time, he was very interested in Conan's mental condition. If necessary, we can Try contacting him and see."
A certain detective: "..."
Even if it was for Xiaolan, he really...
"It's better to be discharged from the hospital first," Mouri Kogoro said. "Let Xiaolan return to a familiar environment. Maybe she can remember things at once."
"Then let me move back in tonight," Fei Yingli glanced at a tool man and looked up at the ceiling, "This way I can take care of Xiaolan, and she will be able to relax a lot."
"What?!" Mouri Kogoro was shocked, "Are you kidding? Then my pressure will increase!"
"What happens to you is none of my business! This is all for Xiaolan's good," Fei Yingli said decisively, "Stop arguing, just do it!"
"Uh..." A certain tool man fell into despair.
"What?" Fei Yingli stared at him, "Do you have any other opinions?"
"No...no..." Mouri Kogoro surrendered.
"Okay, then we will go back tonight," Fei Yingli continued to make arrangements, "More importantly, you and the doctor can also come to have dinner together. Don't refuse. This is also to thank you for spending so much time on this matter. A lot of thought.”
"this..."
Ye Gengyi, who was watching the show on the side, suddenly felt something was wrong. Before he could think of a reason to refuse, Dr. A Li had already taken the lead and responded, "Okay, Yingli, it's been a long time since we've had a meal together. It’s over.”
Ye Gengyi: "..."
Last night, I should have studied the time machine...
...
18:00.
When Kogoro Mouri came to complete the discharge procedures, Kyousuke Futo knew that it was impossible to kill Mourilan in the hospital.
The light rain falling outside was just like his current mood.
"Xiaolan, try not to force yourself to think back first, so as not to cause too much mental pressure."
Kyosuke Futo specially sent the person to the door of the hospital, but still said with some worry: "If you recover some memory, contact me immediately..."
"I know." Fei Yingli smiled politely. Although she was already wary of this doctor, she still said politely, "Doctor, please take care of me these two days. If Xiaolan's condition improves, I will Contacted you."
Futo Kyosuke nodded and watched several people get into the car.
Left the hospital.
The two criminal police officers had a clear division of labor. Takagi Wataru sent Maori and his family to the office, while Chiba Kazunobu sent the three children home.
The hazy water mist, the gloomy sky, and the bright spots of neon lights jumped out from the darkness.
Ye Gengyi drove a golden turtle car and followed Gao Mushe's car.
He looked at the square buildings on both sides of the street through the glass, and suddenly realized Mao Lilan's mood at this time...
Maybe this means being unaccompanied.
In the passenger seat, Dr. Ari looked sad, "Although Doctor Futo is suspicious, what he and Eri said is correct. Since it is Xiaolan's forgotten memory, forcing her to recall it may not be a good thing."
"I agree with this idea," Haihara Ai said in the back seat, playing with the neuro-somatosensory device "Change," "If it's a memory that makes you feel painful, there's nothing wrong with forgetting it."
"Escape is shameful, but very useful?" Ye Gengyi asked.
Do you want to hit the nail on the head so much...
Dr. A Li and Haiyuan were silent.
...
No. 39, 5-chome, Yoneka Town.
Two cars parked downstairs of the Maori Detective Agency.
Because there was only one umbrella prepared in the Golden Turtle car.
Ye Gengyi didn't show any pretense, he just respected the old and loved the young, and stepped under the eaves in a few steps.
In the car ahead, Fei Yingli also hurriedly held an umbrella for Mao Lilan to prevent her daughter from catching a cold and having a fever, which would cause an indiscriminate attack by the immune system.
After all, it is better to avoid the heroic death of either the virus or the host if possible.
In the car, Mao Lilan was looking up at the sign posted on the glass on the second floor.
Suddenly, the view was blocked by the umbrella.
She was startled for a moment, then let out a scream, shrank back into the seat, and her body began to tremble continuously.
"What's wrong, Xiaolan!"
Mouri Kogoro immediately got out of the car to check the situation, and then noticed the puddle of water at his feet, and suddenly said: "She probably hates the water, because when Officer Sato was shot, a lot of water accumulated on the toilet floor. ..Takagi, please drive the car forward."
"Okay." Takagi Wataru was about to start the car.
"No, maybe it's not that..." Ye Gengyi's calm voice came.
The Maori couple turned around and looked at someone sheltering from the rain under the eaves.
Ye Gengyi said: "If it is water accumulation, when I was in the hospital, there was a lot on the ground, so..."
He looked at Fei Yingli and said: "The thing Xiaolan is afraid of is probably the umbrella..."
