"The deceased Ito Shigeya, male, fifteen years old..."
"I discovered that Akito Renyama had received a call from Ito Shigeya before his death."
"The suspect Tsujima Shuji was alone on the rooftop when the incident occurred. There is no alibi." At this point, the brother who reported the case couldn't help but look at Tsushima Shuji who was standing alone on the side.
He was too calm, as if he didn't care at all that he was suspected of being the murderer.
He didn't care at all about the suspicious and fearful looks from the students around him.
He just stood there with dark eyes, as if he was out of tune with the people around him.
Yamashita looked at him. In fact, he was not the only one looking at the other person. Everyone else had their eyes on the other person more or less.
Then they heard him say.
"so troublesome."
"Why aren't those detectives here?"
"What a waste of time."
The young man's kite-colored right eye was full of weariness and impatience, and he had an irresistible temperament.
"Don't waste time, officer." The young man stood there, his voice clear and impatient.
The nervous feeling between his eyebrows became more and more obvious.
"You must be the murderer, Yamashita Akito." He said.
"What are you talking about, Tsushima-kun, Ito and I have been friends since childhood!" Akito Yamashita retorted with his face turning red.
"Huh? So they're friends? Aren't they the little brother and the punching bag?" The bandaged boy said with an raised tone, seemingly surprised.
Yamashita Akito clenched his fists.
"This dagger is inserted so accurately, it's like an archer who is always on target." Tsushima Shuuji didn't know what he meant.
Yamashita Akito's body was shaking uncontrollably.
"However, Yamashita-kun was not here at all when the crime occurred! And he also received a call from Ito." Someone retorted.
"No, no, can't phone calls be forged? Can't recordings be done? Did you find Ito Seiya's cell phone?" Shuji Tsushima's expression was exaggerated, and his tone was also extremely exaggerated.
"This method of providing oneself with an alibi is too simple." His attitude was dismissive.
"Do you have any evidence?" someone asked.
"There is no evidence, everything is nonsense!" Yamashita Akito retorted.
"The evidence is clearly right in front of you." Shuji Tsushima said.
To him, the motive behind this murder was simply too simple, but no one around him could see it.
Wouldn't the police do their job without detectives?
"The things in this warehouse are killing tools."
"Why didn't the murderer take away the dagger from the deceased's chest? It's simple, because he couldn't do it~"
"Yes, Akito Yamashita-san." He suddenly turned his head and stared at the uneasy Akito Yamashita beside him with his kite-colored right eye.
"Although you used the fitness equipment in the warehouse to make a trap, tied Ito Chengya to a fixed position in advance, and successfully used the trap to kill Ito Chengya with a dagger, you had no chance to use the dagger to seek proof of alibi. Take it away."
"As for the evidence..."
"Ito Seiya's mobile phone and the machine remote control you arranged are still on you."
"Why don't you let everyone see who the mobile phone you are holding belongs to?" Tsushima Shuji said confidently.
Yamashita Qiuren tightened his grip on his cell phone and said nothing.
"As for the motive of the murder, I know it clearly~"
"You and Ito Shigeya have indeed grown up together, but you are not friends. Ito Shigeya must have been quite hard when he hit you." Tsushima Shuji said this, his tone seemed to have a sense of compassion, After listening carefully, I felt that I was overthinking.
This sentence clearly sounded sarcastic.
"That guy..." Yamashita Akito dropped the phone in his hand to the ground.
Tears splashed down drop by drop on the dusty floor of the warehouse.
"That guy, Seiya Ito, doesn't treat me as a human being at all!" He suddenly raised his head, even though he was crying, his expression was still fierce.
Full of disgust.
"It would be best if guys like him were dead!" he said.
"Obviously...obviously I have repeated the experiment thousands of times..."
"Obviously I checked it myself and it would be a perfect crime."
"Your only mistake was to involve me and want me to take the blame for you." The young man in white uniform said.
"In my opinion, your mistake is too obvious." He seemed to be standing in the light, but the light could not illuminate him.
Yamashita Akito finally collapsed on the ground unable to do anything, and was put on a silver bracelet.
…
The next day, Tsushima Shuji's photo was prominently displayed on the front page of the newspaper.
"Teiko's junior high school detective Tsujima Shuji..."
"The young detective who sees through people's hearts..."
"The incredible beautiful boy detective..."
Shuji Tsushima:…………
[Host, you seem to be on fire...] The system stuttered.
"As a real wine, I actually became a detective..." Tsushima Shuji said in a deep voice.
[Come lupin——gin]
[OK——cahors]
He took off his white school uniform, put on a black suit coat, and went straight to Lupin.
This time Tsushima Shuji did not commit suicide halfway. He arrived at Lupin calmly and peacefully.
Gin and vodka still have the same appearance for thousands of years, as if they only have one set of clothes.
Of course, Tsushima Shuji knew that Gin had at least thirty coats of the same style in his wardrobe.
Change one outfit every day and never wear the same outfit for a month.
And Gin, although he is a killer, he has mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Although when he was a shark, he didn't mind the other party's blood spraying everywhere, nor did he care if the blood stuck to himself.
But his clothes that were splashed with blood would be destroyed by him and burned directly to ashes.
Under the authority of his elder brother, Vodka could only follow Gin's footsteps.
This time there was no need for Gin to speak. The bartender consciously brought a glass of hot milk and placed it next to Gin.
"Gin, do you think I look like a detective?" He asked seriously, staring at the hot milk brought by the bartender.
"Huh, what? You want to play a detective game?" Gin didn't deny it, just asked.
After all, he also understands the other person's personality.
It's not impossible to suddenly want to be a detective.
"Look." The black-haired boy took out a newspaper from his coat.
Pointing at the front page, he motioned to Gin.
"I already am," he said.
Gin:......
His eyes moved across the newspaper.
Looking at the words "the young detective who sees through people's hearts", he curled his lips and smiled.
Of course, when he smiles, it's like a ferocious beast encountering its prey, with evil intentions and full of killing intent.
"Did you encounter an incident at school?" the silver-haired man asked.
"Yes, that murderer still wants to frame me." The young man muttered dissatisfiedly.
"The evidence is so obvious, I can't even pretend I can't see it!"
"It's like the bold and extra-large font is placed in front of you, and you can't even see it." The young man complained nonchalantly.
"Someone said you want to be the next Kudo Shinichi?" Gin asked.
Really unpleasant.
Shuji Tsushima is obviously a member of the organization and is born black. How could he become the next little detective?
"? Come on, it's fun to play detective games occasionally. Let me become the next Kudo Shinichi..." Shuji Tsushima shuddered.
"Rather than being Sherlock Holmes, I'm better suited to be Moriarty." He thought.
"And the last one, Kudo Shinichi, was drugged by you, and now his life or death is unknown."
"I don't want to be used as a test subject by you." He curled his lips.
"If you really betray the organization, I will kill you myself." The silver-haired man said.
Shuji Tsushima, who is regarded as an adopted son by BOSS.
No matter life or death, they can only belong to the organization.
"I think it's quite comfortable to be the eldest son of the organization, and I can control you at will~" the black-haired boy said with a smile.
Gin:......
Get out of here, you troublesome kid.
