The world of science is unscientific

Seeing that the two adults next to him were about to start a cringe-worthy mutual flattery, Yusuke Suzuki quietly stood a little further away.

Just then, Masaki Hiramatsu's body was brought up.

His expression was terrified; he died with his eyes wide open.

He never expected that this guy would be the one to die.

After entering the house, the two didn't even exchange a word.

The pattern of today's case is a bit unfamiliar.

After examining Masaki Hiramatsu's remains, Yusuke Suzuki took out a cigarette, lit it, and began to think about how to ask the police for the AIMS massage chair.

Wait a minute, what does this have to do with the police?

This massage chair isn't something that's heavily involved in a case, so there's no reason for the police to confiscate it.

Anyway, we'll definitely be able to buy it.

At the same time, his gaze was also fixed on Conan, whose running around the scene was just a basic operation for the kid.

Should I go and give it a tap instead of the teacher?

It doesn't seem very necessary.

"Om~"

My phone is vibrating?

Yusuke Suzuki took out his phone with some surprise, and it showed a text message.

【I've fed the birds and my dream, so don't worry. ^_^】

After reading the text on his phone, his mood softened.

I wanted to reply, but my phone still shows zero signal bars.

After a moment's thought, Yusuke Suzuki quickly edited the message and selected send.

Whether he sends it or not is his business; whether it can actually be sent is another matter.

This is a matter of attitude.

"Hey, Yusuke, don't fall down!"

At that moment, Kogoro Mouri called out to him.

"Teacher, is it really necessary to shout like that? We're only 3 meters apart."

The bumbling detective scratched his head sheepishly. "Stop rambling and come over here to let me analyze the case."

Yusuke Suzuki nodded and smiled again at Ran Mouri, who was standing next to the bumbling detective. This girl really cared about him.

He had just observed the expressions of the father and daughter briefly, and he roughly knew what was going on.

As he approached, Kogoro Mouri cleared his throat. "The victim only suffered minor injuries. After investigating back at the scene, we should be able to find out the motive for the crime soon. This case can be closed now."

Yusuke Suzuki: "..."

That’s it?

What a brilliant analysis of the case!

Yokomizo Sango continued to shower Yokomizo with compliments, while Kogoro Mouri's laughter grew increasingly arrogant, like that of a villain.

By the way...

Including himself, it seems that Kogoro Mouri will have three disciples from the brewery in the future, including Rum.

If the bumbling detective is truly the mastermind, then Suzuki Yusuke can only say, "I'm impressed."

If the plot really goes this way, how badly will Conan break down in the end?

Hey?

Where's Conan?

Yusuke Suzuki turned his gaze and spotted the famous detective, just as Ran Mouri did.

"Conan, what are you doing here?" Ran Mouri jogged over and brought Conan back.

Chapter 301 Should I or You Do It?

"We're back."

No sooner had Ran Mouri finished speaking than the bumbling detective made his move.

A large bag slowly rose from above Conan's head.

"Honestly, I've told you so many times, but you just won't listen. Don't go out and wander around," Kogoro Mouri raised his fist. "Next time, I'm not going to talk to you anymore."

"I'm sorry..." Conan apologized, his voice trailing off with a hint of grievance.

Ran Mouri had no choice but to squat down and hug Conan in her arms, as usual, and gently blow on the bump on his head.

"It's alright, Mr. Mori," Yokomizo Sango said, trying to smooth things over. He wanted to say a few more words of advice, but a young police officer ran over.

Isn't this the police officer who was talking to Conan just now?

Yusuke Suzuki clenched his fist.

It seems Conan is impersonating a royal decree to ask for information again. Kogoro Mouri isn't asleep right now, so this is quite a blunder.

Is it wrong for Suzuki Yusuke to discipline such an unruly child on behalf of his teacher?

The young police officer saluted first, "Officer Yokomizo, and Mr. Mori."

"Mr. Mori just made a request regarding the accident. After inspecting the vehicle involved in the accident, we found that the brake fluid had completely leaked out."

"What did you say!?"

Both Yokomizo Sango and Mori Kogoro were surprised.

Yusuke Suzuki was even more surprised.

Didn't the bumbling detective and Yokomizo Sango show any indication of this?

When the young police officer mentioned that Kogoro Mouri had asked to check the brake fluid, Sango Yokomizo glanced at Kogoro Mouri with some surprise.

This shows that Yokomizo Sango was unaware that Kogoro Mori had made this request.

Yusuke Suzuki is certain that the two of them were never separated.

In this situation, shouldn't we at least express our doubts?

However, they didn't care about that at all; they only cared whether the brake fluid leaked before or after the accident.

"The fuel line has completely detached?" Yokomizo Sango looked at Kogoro Mouri. "In that case, Mr. Mouri, it's also possible that the brakes failed because the brake fluid leaked out."

After thinking for a moment, Kogoro Mouri replied seriously, "It's only natural that car parts would be damaged in a car accident on a mountain road like this."

They completely overlooked Conan's act of forging an imperial edict...

Yusuke Suzuki glanced at the bumbling detective, then at Conan.

That confused and bewildered feeling resurfaced in my mind.

Does Kogoro Mouri know Conan's true identity?

I know, I don't know.

Two voices rang out back and forth, with a slightly lower voice explaining their respective reasons in the background.

For a moment, Yusuke Suzuki felt his head buzzing.

...

"Yusuke-nii...Yusuke-nii...Yusuke-nii?"

Suddenly, Suzuki Yusuke felt much lighter, all the sounds disappeared, and he turned his head to look at Ran Mouri, who was gently nudging his shoulder.

Ran Mouri waved her hand in front of his eyes, "Yusuke-nii, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Yusuke Suzuki closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and then smiled and shook his head. "I probably caught a chill; I'm a little dizzy. I'll be fine after a rest."

"Is that so...then let me take you to sit in the car for a while."

“No need, I’m much better now,” Suzuki Yusuke said casually when he noticed everyone looking at him. “There are no skid marks along the way, which means the brakes were already broken before the accident.”

“Oh? That’s right,” Yokomizo Sango clapped his hands in affirmation, “In that case, it was indeed caused by brake failure.”

Kogoro Mouri pouted, "But that won't change anything, the murderer is already dead anyway."

“By looking upwards from here, we can determine the vehicle’s route by looking at the traces of brake fluid leakage, infer the driver’s state at the time, and estimate the vehicle’s speed.”

"If we can't find the brake fluid, I think this case won't be as simple as it seems."

After saying that, Suzuki Yusuke went to the side to smoke, having lost interest in the conversation that the bumbling detective and his companions were about to have.

He felt it was a bit too deliberate that they couldn't even spot such a simple clue as the absence of brake marks.

this world...

He remembered that dream again.

However, Yusuke Suzuki quickly snapped out of his reverie.

There are eyes watching him.

It's Ran Mouri, ignore it.

After finishing his cigarette, Yokomizo Sango decided to take Kogoro Mouri and the others back to the research and development center.

Without the fog obstructing our view, we were able to travel much faster and arrived in no time.

"In short, we'll take you to the hospital first, and we'll discuss the details of the case there."

Upon hearing Yokomizo Sango's words, Umeya Shiro smiled and declined, saying, "No need. I don't have time to go to the hospital for treatment. I need to decide how to handle the follow-up work. It's really a headache to run a sole proprietorship like this."

Having successfully turned the tables, Shiro Umeya couldn't help but laugh out loud. This laughter aggravated the wound on his shoulder, causing him to wince in pain.

"I think you'd better go to the hospital..."

"No need, no need, it's nothing. If it weren't for the cigarette pack I had placed on my chest that blocked that knife, I might be dead by now."

“You’re absolutely right,” Kogoro Mouri picked up the cigarette case on the table. “This is really lucky.”