The deceased's name is Teng Xiangmingyi, who graduated from Gunnan from high school.

"Okanan High School?" Kogoro Mouri was immediately attracted by attention. As a loyal fan of Yoko Okino, he certainly knew that the other party also graduated from this high school.

Yoko Okino bit her lower lip, "Actually I know Akichi. He was my boyfriend in high school, but later he took the initiative to break up."

"What?!" Kogoro Mouri felt a little painful.

"Oh." Conan sighed.

He originally wanted to guide Kogoro Mouri to discover clues step by step and then solve the case, but this guy was really unreliable. He judged that the murderer was purely foolish. He called out a few people at the scene one by one, which was too cruel.

There is no way, I can only choose to use another method.

After hiding behind the hidden chair, Conan's watch aimed at the detective who was "after listening to his idol's love experience, he was depressed" and shot him with a needle!

"Hey? Hey, hey!" Kogoro Mouri was shaking like he was drunk and sat down on the chair.

"Everyone, the joke has been made, now it's time to reveal the truth." The middle-aged man who nodded in a deep tone actually gave people a sense of justice at this moment.

Just sitting there gives people a sense of trust that can clear the sky and make people feel at ease.

"This uncle..." Chen Xing's eyes were a little surprised. Could he speak ventriloquism?

He was first attracted by Kogoro Mouri's performance, and then Ran Mouri, who had always understood the character of the detective, whispered in his ear (expressing an apology in advance, or something), which made him distracted and failed to discover Conan's small moves.

And the "Sleeping Kogoro" has already started his operation.

...

After solving the case.

The police officer carried the body away, and Kogoro Mouri followed him to the police station to take a record.

"Although Mr. Tengxiang falsely accused Miss Yoko, this love is touching." Mitsuhiko sighed.

"I think he is very vulgar." Azumi snorted.

"Dirty?" Yuan Tai was puzzled.

"Even if he broke up with Miss Yoko because of his agent's persuasion, that's his choice, let alone breaking up, he often calls to harass and sends some strange photos, and even follows him!"

Azumi's face raised, clearly expressing her disdain for this behavior, "And you forgot what Aunt Yuko Ikezawa said? He followed the door and hugged and molested!"

Yuko Ikezawa, who had not yet walked away, sprained her high heels and glared back at me, "Why am I an aunt?"

"But... Didn't Mr. Maori just said that from those letters, did Mr. Tengxiang want to explain that he has always loved Miss Yoko?" Mitsuhiko said.

"Then we cannot deny his vulgarity. Revenge for love and hate is not a man!" Azumi said with her arms in her arms.

"Asumi..." Yuanta and Mitsuhiko fell without resistance.

Conan rolled his eyes slightly cute.

Chen Xing looked at the four little ones, with a smile in his eyes and a little indescribable envy.

Around me, Ran Mori said embarrassedly: "Mr. Tuoka, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding just now."

"It's okay, Uncle Maori is just a joke." Chen Xing said: "Just call me my name in the future."

"Okay." Ran Maori nodded with a smile.

Conan quickly grabbed her hand, "Sister Xiaolan, it's time for us to go back."

"Goodbye, then." Chen Xing said.

"See you next time." Xiaolan waved politely.

Conan smiled on the surface, but thought that he would never see him again.

...

evening.

The sun was still bright a few days ago, and suddenly there was a first snowfall, and the world was in a panic and chaotic manner.

Chen Xing held up his hand, vented a sip of heat in his palm, and planned to buy ramen again.

Then, inadvertently, I saw the red telephone booth on the side of the street. Ran Maori was making a phone call, and he would bow his head from time to time and rub his toes. His occasional smile made people feel sad.

The first snow seems to have a beautiful meaning, and Chen Xing vaguely remembers that he heard his mother say this when he was a child.

He looked at Ran Maori over there quietly, looking at the alley a little far away from her. Conan hid there, holding a cell phone in his hand, while watching her while talking.

On her small face, helplessness and love were intertwined. Under the reflection of street lights and snowflakes, she felt as firm as an adult in a trance.

Chen Xing looked at the two people across the street. There were occasionally pedestrians passing by between them. The snow on the road was creaking. It was obviously only a few dozen meters away, but it was like a natural chasm, as far away as mountains and seas.

Are they calling each other? Why don’t they talk face to face? Is it a quarrel? Chen Xing doesn’t know, and even just watch this, some unspeakable emotions will surge in his heart.

He tilted his head and turned around and walked away.

...

Before I could go upstairs, the phone in my pocket rang.

Chen Xing connected in front of the building, "Sister."

"I heard it's snowing at home?" Belmode's voice was no longer cold, like the warm sunshine like melting snow.

Chen Xing reached out and caught the falling snowflakes, "Yes, it's the first snow this year."

"It's great." Belmode whispered.

"Aren't you in Japan?" Chen Xing asked.

"I'm abroad and it will take some time to go back." Belmode said: "There's no trouble these days, right?"

Chen Xing said no, and even mentioned Akimi Miyano, saying that she was very quiet, and then talked about the murder case in the afternoon.

"Those policemen still rely so much on detectives." Belmode laughed.

"Mr. Maori's thinking is indeed unsatisfactory." Chen Xing smiled too.

The two ends of the phone went silent, as if there was no topic, but it shouldn't have been like this. Just imagine a young boy, a young woman with a young appearance but a peach inside. There should be endless topics between the two. Even if it's just a snow, it should be a long time.

But there was no, there was only the quiet breathing at one end, and the breeze when it snowed at the other end.

"It's cold outside?" Belmode finally spoke, his tone unable to hear any ups and downs or concern.

"It's okay." Chen Xing said, "a lot of people have come out."

"What are they doing?"

"Make a snowman and run around."

"Is it a child?"

"And young people like me."

"Couple."

"It seems."

"Will you envy?"

When he said that, there was a long silence on the other end. Belmode chuckled to show that he was actually joking.

"I don't know either." Chen Xing replied.

"What?" Belmode was stunned and said, "You used to live in a temple, so it's normal for you to not understand these things, and you'll know them slowly."

"Yes." Chen Xing nodded.

But Belmode suddenly felt something and frowned and said, "Can you have someone you like?"

When Chen Xing heard this, somehow suddenly appeared in his mind, Akimi Miyano stood in the sun, pure and yearning, like a ray of soft light.

"Chen Xing?" Belmode seemed to feel something, and his tone suddenly tightened.

"I don't know." Chen Xing was a little confused.

He likes Kendo and now he likes to drink coffee, but it seems that he doesn't know what it looks like to "like someone".
Chapter completed!