The world of science is unscientific

Hiroo Akashi swallowed hard. "Because...because my dad is a very stubborn person. I've mentioned before that he really likes spicy curry, right? He insists on eating it, and I don't really have a good chance to refuse him."

“Alright,” Suzuki Yusuke casually picked up Conan and walked slowly to the center of the room, squatting down. “Explain to me again the problem with this light switch wire.”

Conan, who had been observing the whole time, immediately understood what Suzuki Yusuke meant.

He stood on Suzuki Yusuke's raised lap, reaching out to grab the switch wire, but couldn't reach it no matter what he did.

"Mr. Hirofu, this should be a switch wire that was specially lengthened to match the deceased's height, so why couldn't he reach it?"

Yamamura Misao's eyes widened as he picked up the camera. "So, does that mean this wasn't a simple suicide after all?"

"That...that's because my dad woke up in the middle of the night and said that the end of the wire would touch his eyes and make him feel very uncomfortable, so the switch wire in my dad's room was specially shortened."

Hiroo Akashi quickly began to explain, a fine layer of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Kogoro Mouri nodded. "I see. So it was suicide."

Can you please stop insisting on the idea of ​​suicide?

Yusuke Suzuki was about to speak up and say it outright.

In all the cases you've handled, how many of them involved suicide? Don't you have any idea how many of them were suicides?

Having decided to handle the case personally this time, Suzuki Yusuke naturally had no intention of delaying any longer.

He questioned Akashi Hiroo again, "Actually, the teachers didn't notice one thing when they came up: the lights in this room had actually been turned off once, just before I opened the door."

"But Mr. Hirofu rushed in first and turned on the lights, right?"

Hiroo Akashi stammered, "No, that's right. In a moment of panic, it's not a problem if I turn on the light first, is it?"

But Suzuki Yusuke completely ignored him and walked over to the body that had been laid flat on the floor. "There were ligature marks on the deceased's wrists."

“My father usually likes to wear rubber bands on his wrists,” Hiroo Akashi stepped forward and pulled open the pillow. “Look, there are a lot of rubber bands here.”

"I don't think so. Comparing the marks, they should match the switch cord quite well, right?"

Yusuke Suzuki lowered the corpse's hand, stood up, and casually pointed, "Then how do you explain this curry-stained handkerchief? Why did it fall on the ground?"

"It was probably my father who accidentally did it. He often just wiped his mouth and threw it away carelessly."

Hiroo Akashi's mind worked quickly as he answered Yusuke Suzuki's barrage of questions.

He didn't notice that everyone around him, including the criminal police, was looking at him with puzzled expressions.

“Alright, let me ask you another question,” Suzuki Yusuke recounted. “I ate five plates of curry rice, the teacher ate three plates, plus Ran and Sonoko, you and your father, that’s enough for 11 people and there’s still left over. And that’s what you cooked yesterday.”

"Mr. Hirofu, I wonder how long it will take you and your father to finish all this food? I doubt you expected us to come over tonight?"

At this moment, Yamamura Misao exclaimed in surprise, counting on his fingers, "Five plates, three plates! Mr. Mori, you two can really eat a lot!"

Yusuke Suzuki: "..."

How come this guy is completely oblivious to the point?!

Chapter 342 Gentle Sister

After hearing what Yamamura Misao said, Kogoro Mouri's understanding of the other person was refreshed once again.

Gunma Prefecture needs police support!

The local residents have probably begun to lose trust in the police!

It was Hiroo Akashi who spoke up and brought everyone's attention back.

"To be honest, I cook more often because I'm like good friends with my tennis students, so I often invite them over to my house. They all love my curry. It just so happens that it's raining today, and there's no one at the tennis court."

He was now covered in sweat, and his eyes were fixed on a certain spot in the space, forcing himself to concentrate on thinking of a response.

Yusuke Suzuki waited until he finished speaking before asking his last question, "Do you know how to tie a fishing line knot? Yes or no, answer me right now."

Upon hearing this, Hiroo Akashi was stunned.

"me......"

Yusuke Suzuki chuckled. "Such a simple question, why hesitate for so long? What, is the answer to this question related to whether you can get away with it?"

"I... I just didn't react for a moment. I didn't expect you to ask such an unrelated question!"

"So, what's your answer?"

"I don't know how to do that kind of knot."

"You'd better think this through. You have to take responsibility for what you say. Since you can't tie it, then all the knots in the living room downstairs, including all the other rooms, must have been tied by your wife who passed away three years ago, right?"

"Yeah...right."

Yusuke Suzuki walked up to Kogoro Mouri and stood firmly beside him. "Actually, I asked you so many questions just to distract you."

"Now I want you to explain why the knots here are tied haphazardly, and I also want you to let the police search you. I think they should be able to find that fishing line knot on you."

"By the way, let me reiterate your thought process: your first reaction upon entering the room was not to save the deceased, but to be certain that the person was already dead."

Yamamura Misao finally started behaving like a normal detective.

He stepped forward. "Mr. Kuanfu, we hope you will cooperate with us."

Akashi Hiroo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and with a wry smile, took out a knot from his pocket. "No need to look anymore."

Today is the anniversary of my late wife's death...

He then silently recounted the cause of his wife's death and his motive for killing her.

As Conan listened, he recalled the entire process of Suzuki Yusuke solving the case, which was completely different from his style.

His friends were quite understanding of him.

Since he was unable to speak today, Yusuke Suzuki stepped forward without hesitation.

Moving!

So touching!

From now on, unless absolutely necessary, he will never again rashly use Yusuke Suzuki's voice.

After taking Hiroo Akashi into the police car, Misao Yamamura looked at Kogoro Mouri with admiration, "As expected of a famous detective, even his disciple is so outstanding!"

"Ahem... not at all," the muddle-headed detective said modestly. "This kid still has a lot of room for improvement. If he wants to catch up with me, he'll need at least 20 more years of hard work."

"Of course, you are a figure like a god of deduction," Yamamura Misao sighed. "It's such a pity that I didn't get to see your famous deduction today. I was hoping to let my colleagues see it too. I don't know if I'll have the chance in the future."

"Well..." Kogoro Mouri didn't know how to answer. "Probably, maybe, perhaps there will be."

“However, Officer Yamamura, I would like to trouble you to take us away from here, because the car I rented... well, it's unusable.”

"Of course, no problem! But it's getting late, so why don't you come back to the police station with me first?"

The group managed to squeeze into three police cars.

The rain continued, the roads were muddy, and it was already late at night when I got back to the police station.

By the time the statement was taken, it was already dawn.

Yamamura Misao was incredibly accommodating to Kogoro Mouri, even asking a colleague to escort them back to their villa.

If he weren't worried about being caught driving while fatigued by his colleagues, he would have insisted on personally escorting them.

After returning to the villa, everyone skipped dinner and took a long nap.

Then it was evening.

Even the gentlest Ayako Suzuki couldn't resist. Her family and friends would come over for a day off, but they would only stay for one more meal before leaving.

This was truly unexpected.

Yusuke Suzuki woke up earlier and went downstairs first, where he found Ayako Suzuki staring blankly out the window.

The eldest daughter of the Suzuki family was a year older than him.

"Sister, what are you looking at?"

He walked up to the other person, and a light, elegant fragrance surrounded his nose.

“I didn’t see anything, I’m just a little upset,” Ayako Suzuki looked up at him, her squinting eyes widening slightly. “I had made a lot of plans, and now they’ve all fallen through.”

Yusuke Suzuki said rather reluctantly, "There was nothing I could do, something unexpected happened."

"Um... how much longer until dinner?"

Upon hearing this, Ayako Suzuki covered her mouth and chuckled, "Yusuke, I heard from Sonoko that you ate five servings of curry rice last night?"

"Hmm, I'm pretty good, right?"

Yusuke Suzuki said with considerable pride.

Since Ayako Suzuki treats him like a younger brother, there's nothing wrong with him acting childish now.

It was like this from the first time he entered the Suzuki family home; this gentle older sister made it impossible for him to maintain his aloof demeanor.

Of course, this side of her will probably only be shown to her and Ai Haibara, and only when they are alone together.

If other people are present...

Doesn't he have any pride?

Ayako Suzuki patted his shoulder lightly. "I'll go see if Mr. Mori and the others are awake. We'll have dinner after everyone gets up."

"it is good."

After Ayako Suzuki left, her seat was immediately taken by Yusuke Suzuki.

Light a cigarette.

Staring blankly at the still gloomy sky seems like a pretty good idea.

After dinner, Yusuke Suzuki volunteered to be the driver to avoid any unexpected incidents on the way back.

Kogoro Mouri always felt that his apprentice's behavior was a veiled criticism, but he didn't say much about it.

The journey from Karuizawa back to Tokyo wasn't far, and since Yusuke Suzuki drove quite fast, it didn't take long to arrive at the Mouri Detective Agency.

After the Mori family went upstairs, he drove Sonoko Suzuki home.

So he stayed overnight again.

Unbeknownst to him, as he drove back to Tokyo through the slow-moving traffic, a woman he had been longing for was driving away.