Dr. A Li took a few sips of the soy milk and drank it, swallowed the bread in his mouth, and said unclearly:
"Gengyi, I'll go with you."
Ye Gengyi hasn't spoken yet.
Hui Yuan Ai immediately asked: "Doctor, what are you going to buy?"
You must know that with Ye Gengyi's physique, it is no exaggeration to say that if it is difficult for him to bring back the things he buys, then he should contact the freight company.
Dr. A Li, a potbellied old man over fifty years old, can play a very limited role in moving things.
Therefore, Haiyuan Ai seriously suspected that the doctor was planning to take advantage of her to go to school, so she secretly bought sweets under the pretext of going out with Ye Gengyi!
"Let's go buy some fruit." Ye Geng guessed what the inventor was thinking.
Judging from the research progress yesterday afternoon, it is estimated that although it has not yet reached the stage of actual machine testing, it is almost time to reach the stage of building a device database.
"Well, I'm going to pick out some fruits of different sizes and make the shells when I get back." Dr. A Li said.
"So this is ah……"
Hui Yuan Ai was stunned for a moment and felt sorry for doubting Doctor's behavior.
but……
Her eyes fell on the other person's belly again, and she fell into deep thought... Why isn't she losing weight?
…
A clear, cloudless morning.
Birds are chirping, branches are swaying gently, the breeze blows through the half-opened car window, and the fresh air has a hint of coolness.
Dr. Ali, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked out the window and talked to himself as if talking about the market prospects of fruit model engraving machines.
Ye Gengyi concentrated on driving and did not comment.
Cutting a radish into shreds and carving a radish into works of art have naturally different values.
But unfortunately, for now, the value of art lies not only in the market, but also in people.
A machine with a well-designed program produces something called a handicraft.
As for art that can be mass-produced, it is soulless for collectors who spend money to buy unique products that are called collections but are actually used to evade taxes and avoid the gradually depreciating currency.
Park in a nearby parking lot.
Ye Gengyi and Dr. A Li walked to the shopping street.
At this moment, the slightly frightened shouts of two men came from the alley not far away.
"Takaichi! Mr. Takaichi, cheer up!"
I saw two men around 40 years old squatting there at the corner of the beer vending machine.
"Something happened?!" Doctor A Li had surprise written on his face.
Ye Gengyi said calmly, "Yeah". Rather than the case itself, what he cared about was the fact that he and Dr. A Li encountered a murder case when they went out.
Hmm... Suddenly I remembered the bad memory of being left on the ring road by the old stingy.
"Doctor, you don't need to follow me too closely. Keep a safe distance from me."
Ye Gengyi reminded him and stepped forward to check the situation.
He came to the side of the beer vending machine and saw a middle-aged man slumped on the ground with a pale face. The blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and soaking his shirt had already solidified, and there was no breathing up and down on his chest and nose.
The light in Ye Geng's eyes flashed away.
I’m sure it’s already cold…
Very thorough.
"What happened!"
Mao Lilan, Suzuki Sonoko and Sera Masumi happened to pass by this street when they were going to school. When they heard the shouting, they immediately ran over from the other end of the alley.
Distance from far to near.
Before they could clearly see what was happening in front of the beer vending machine, the three of them were distracted by a professor with a unique temperament.
"Brother Gengyi..."
"Teacher Ye..."
Sera Masumi reacted a little faster. After a moment of confusion, he immediately squatted down next to the man. He first tested the man's breath with his hands, and then opened his eyelids to check his pupils.
"Brother Genichi...what's wrong with this person?" Suzuki Sonoko asked with a worried look on her face.
"Death..." Ye Gengyi answered concisely.
"Eh?!"
Suzuki Sonoko was not the only one who had such a surprised reaction. The two men next to the beer vending machine who obviously knew the deceased also took a half step back after hearing this.
Among them, an older man with a monk's hair looked at Ye Gengyi and asked:
"Are you...are you a doctor? Don't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. I have already called an ambulance. Gao Shi..."
"No! Teacher Ye is right. The person you call Gao Shi has been dead for more than 9 hours."
Sera Masumi asked with a serious expression:
"Are you his friends?"
"Well, we are colleagues who work together. We saw that he didn't come to work, so we came out to look for him, and then we saw him lying here...that..."
The monk-headed man looked at the people up and down and said hesitantly:
"Looking at your clothes, you should be students of Didan High School, and you just called this person teacher..."
He looked at Ye Gengyi again.
The combination of teachers and students is obviously not authoritative enough.
After all, it is not easy for ordinary people to accept the news that a colleague who they worked and talked with yesterday passed away just one night.
"This person must have symptoms of alcoholism." Sera Masumi saw distrust in the other person's eyes, so he did not answer the question of identity directly.
"Huh? How do you know?"
Two colleagues of the deceased were surprised: "When the company organized a physical examination, the doctor did tell him to stop drinking..."
Ah……
Sera Masumi raised the corners of her mouth, showed a confident smile, and analyzed:
"Jaundice appeared in the whites of his eyes. He was thin but his abdomen was bulging. This should be ascites, which proves that his liver is not good. In addition, there was a can of beer in the vending machine's pickup port that had not been taken away. Judging from these conditions, it is very likely that this person wanted to drink beer before he died... According to common sense, patients with liver problems will most likely avoid consuming alcohol, which will worsen the condition, but since this person did not care about his health , and still desires to drink, then maybe he is suffering from symptoms of alcoholism."
"Okay, so awesome..."
Suzuki Sonoko's eyes widened.
"It's nothing, and these are just appearances."
Sera Masumi turned her head and looked at a certain professor named Ye:
"Am I right, Teacher Ye?"
She believed that since she could see these clues, Professor Ye, who came to the scene in advance and had extremely keen intuition and reasoning ability, must have discovered the clues.
Although I had tentative thoughts a few times and did not try my best to solve the case at the scene, it is a fact that I showed no performance...
The man tentatively called Edogawa Conan, and Osaka high school detective Hattori Heiji, both seemed to have a considerable degree of trust in the professor in front of them who exuded a unique temperament.
Sera Masumi is ready to take the opportunity to show off her strength, which may be a good opportunity to join these people!
(End of chapter)
