Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

About ten minutes later, the siren of an ambulance came from afar and soon stopped in front of the apartment building.

Medical staff carried the stretcher upstairs quickly and carefully secured the unconscious Megumi Ishihara.

Inspector Samezaki followed behind them, and before leaving, he instructed Lin Xiuyi: "Keep an eye on the scene and wait for the forensic team to arrive. I'll be back after I've finished dealing with things at the hospital."

After the ambulance left, only Hayashi Hideichi and Murakami Yui remained in front of the apartment.

After more than half an hour of ventilation, most of the natural gas in the apartment had dissipated.

Lin Xiuyi went back into the house and began searching for useful evidence.

As Yui Murakami watched the students' focused backs, she suddenly felt a wave of boredom.

She kicked the shoe cabinet next to her, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance: "Hey, what do you think would happen if I ran away right now?"

"Not good at all," Lin Xiu said without looking up, squatting in the entryway, examining several pairs of neatly arranged high heels. "Go ahead and run if you want."

"...Do you think I wouldn't dare?" Murakami Yui snorted coldly, and actually turned around and walked out of the apartment.

However, even after everyone had been standing outside for a while, Lin Xiuyi inside the house still didn't make a sound.

Yui Murakami stomped her foot in annoyance, then opened the apartment door and went back inside, only to find that Hideaki Hayashi was no longer in the entryway.

"Hey, where did you go?"

Murakami Yui curiously searched around and eventually found the student in the bedroom.

Lin Xiuyi was standing in front of the wardrobe, carefully looking through the clothes inside.

When Yui Murakami saw the several sexy lace lingerie pieces hanging nearby, her face instantly turned bright red.

The female teacher rushed forward and stood between Lin Xiuyi and the wardrobe: "What are you doing?"

“I’m looking for the clothes that Ishihara Megumi wore last night,” Lin Xiuyi said helplessly to his homeroom teacher. “I found the high heels with shoe prints next to Ichikawa’s body in the entryway, but that’s not enough to legally identify her as Ichikawa’s killer. We need more evidence.”

"But this is a woman's wardrobe, and there are underwear in it!" Murakami Yui's voice rose eight octaves. "You—how could you rummage through it like that!"

"It's just a few pieces of lace lingerie, is it really that big of a deal, teacher?" Lin Xiuyi sighed. "I've seen plenty of much sexier ones, teacher, can you please not make such a fuss?"

Am I making a fuss over nothing?
Murakami Yui clenched her fists in anger. She glanced again at the purple lace bra with its openwork design and felt her face burning even hotter.

There are actually people who dare to wear underwear that barely covers anything...

Thinking this to herself, the female teacher subconsciously glanced down at her chest.

She was still wearing traditional clothes underneath, and she wondered if the brat had seen them...

Damn it, what am I thinking here!

Murakami Yui looked up, glaring angrily at Hayashi Xiuichi, who was rummaging through the closet.

What did that brat just say?
I've seen way more sexy lingerie than this.

Is there any lingerie more sexy than openwork lace?
No, the question should be: how could a high school student like him have so much knowledge?
Pornographic magazines? Adult films? It can't be the Metropolitan Police Department, can it?

While Murakami Yui was lost in thought, Hayashi Shuichi had already found what he was looking for.

A bright yellow coat with several clear fingerprints on the hem.

Lin Xiuyi quickly and carefully took it out.

"What is this?" Murakami Yui asked curiously as she leaned closer.

“If the forensic team can confirm that the fingerprints on the coat match those on Ichikawa’s left hand,” Lin Xiuyi explained, “then we can basically conclude that she is the murderer who killed Ichikawa.” He looked at Murakami Yui, his expression becoming serious: “It’s difficult with Takeshita-sensei, after all, he poisoned Ichikawa. But with you, sir, if I ask Inspector Samezaki to change the charge from intentional to unintentional, it should still be possible.”

"Huh? This works?"

Yui Murakami paused for a moment, then shook her head repeatedly.

"Even if I saved you just now, you can't do this. The law is just..."

"Teacher, what era are we living in? You still believe the law is just?"

Lin Xiuyi couldn't help but laugh.
“If Ichikawa were an innocent and good person, I definitely wouldn’t help you. But you know better than I do what kind of person he is.”

"Ichikawa killed Ms. Naoko and abused his power to harass and bully female employees in the company. This kind of scum deserves to die."

"Besides, you didn't kill the person, why get yourself involved!"

"Or are you prepared to spend the next ten years or so in prison? Life is only a few decades long, are you really prepared?"

"I……"

Yui Murakami opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her face.

Having experienced the University of Tokyo incident and the fact that Ichikawa killed someone in a car accident without any punishment, she indeed doesn't have much trust in the so-called government and the law.

Seeing that she was still hesitant, Lin Xiuyi continued to persuade her: "Didn't you say before when you were in the Metropolitan Police Department that you became a teacher to fulfill Naoko's wish? It's not good to give up halfway."

Murakami Yui bit her lip, her voice almost inaudible: "Even though Ichikawa didn't die, I still hit him with my car... Can I really still be a teacher?"

"Although you're lazy, like to swear, and are a bit stupid..."

As Lin Xiu began listing the shortcomings of the homeroom teacher, Murakami Yui's brows furrowed even more with each one she mentioned.

Just as she was about to explode, Lin Xiuyi changed the subject:
"But if a teacher who instinctively shields a student from a knife attack is not a qualified teacher, then probably no teacher is qualified."

Lin Xiuyi's voice softened.
"So, go on to be a teacher. This time, make it your dream, not Naoko's."

"Dreams..."

Yui Murakami murmured the word repeatedly.

She initially chose to become a teacher to fulfill her older sister Naoko's dream.

But after becoming a teacher, she gradually grew to like the profession and the feeling of being with her students.

She recalled the expectant looks in the students' eyes in the classroom, and the satisfaction she felt when lecturing in front of the blackboard...

Perhaps, this is indeed no longer just Naoko's dream.

“You brat,” Murakami Yui sniffed, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her eyes red but with a hint of relieved smile, “You talk as if you know me so well.”

Lin Xiuyi raised an eyebrow: "Did I say something wrong?"

“That’s right,” Murakami Yui took a deep breath and straightened her back, “I’ll go back to teaching my students after this is over. But…”

She abruptly changed the subject, glaring fiercely at Lin Xiuyi.

"If you dare tell anyone about the mat, I'll beat you up!" (End of Chapter)