The world of science is unscientific

"You gain fame, and they can solve cold cases."

"Tokatsu-kun, I advise you not to call yourself a detective anymore."

"Because you don't deserve it."

"You are a murderer."

"You didn't kill anyone with your own hands."

"But you personally conspired with the inactive police to murder something called 'truth'."

As Koshimizu Nanatsuki spoke, she had already found the answer.

Having chosen the path of detective from the very beginning, she should have solved this matter in a detective's way.

A smile bloomed on her face:

"I successfully identified the murderer and found the evidence."

"So, I won."

Tokitsu Junya subconsciously took two steps back and bumped into a table against the wall.

His expression was utterly bewildered, and he stammered, "Yue... Yue Shui... you..."

Just then, the door opened.

Hattori Heiji and the others entered one by one.

This scene made Tokitsu Junya increasingly uneasy, and his once flowing long hair now made him look even more disheveled.

“We could hear it clearly from outside.”

Blackie flashed his standard smile. "I think you should just listen to Miss Yue Shui's arrangements. She and her friends need an apology."

"I don't think you'll refuse."

Hakuba Saguru nodded in agreement, "To be able to cover up the truth without hesitation for the sake of reputation, it seems you are the real reckless detective."

Faced with the condescending gazes of the crowd, Tokitsu Junya kept making "I...I...I..." sounds.

He actually wanted to struggle.

But he heard the self-introductions clearly when they first met.

Hakuba Saguru and Hattori Heiji are among the most powerful and privileged sons in the Japanese police force.

He can't cause any trouble at all.

After a long pause, Tokitsu Junya sighed and said, "I will submit an application to the police to reopen the old case after I return."

Yusuke Suzuki, who had just walked over, added, "You also need to explain to the media and give the public an explanation."

"What!?"

Tokitsu Junya's expression immediately turned ferocious, and he roared, "What are you talking about! Wouldn't this completely ruin my reputation as a detective!"

Looking at his face, which resembled that of someone who had just been arrested, Suzuki Yusuke took a few steps closer and bent down. "The detective's reputation?"

"Didn't you throw this away a long time ago?"

Upon hearing this, Tokitsu Junya twitched as if he had been electrocuted, and became dazed and numb.

But the next moment, he stood up, panting heavily, a twisted smile on his face, "No...it's impossible..."

"My name as the great detective will live on forever!"

With that, he smashed open the window, which was still incomplete, intending to end his own life.

This way, he can not only protect his own reputation, but also drag everyone present down with him.

Who told us this wasn't a TV show recording location at all?

He glanced at the ground, then turned to look at the window.

Ha...hahaha...let's be buried together...huh?

Tokizu Junya's eyes suddenly widened.

He saw a hand reaching out to grab him.

It seems he can't escape it no matter what.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the back of his neck was firmly grabbed.

It rained heavily.

A bone-chilling coldness descended from the top of his head.

Coming out of his feverish state, he suddenly saw the scene beneath his feet.

It turns out he wasn't so fearless in the face of death.

Just as he was about to say something, a brief numbness followed by a burst of pain erupted on his face.

One, one, another.

Yusuke Suzuki repeatedly slapped Junya Tokitsu's face with one hand, making a loud slapping sound.

He kept asking, "Are you awake? Do you still want to die? If you are awake, I'll pull you up right away."

Tokizu Junya was completely numb.

Then you damn well better give me a chance to speak!

Stop fucking hitting me!

What about the others? Please help them!

The others he was thinking of...

Hakuba Saguru remained unmoved because he didn't think Suzuki Yusuke would do anything irrational while lecturing someone.

Hattori Heiji wanted to offer a word of mediation, but firstly, Tsuyuuya was indeed quite despicable at this moment, and secondly... he noticed that Suzuki Yusuke was somewhat emotional, so he didn't dare to dissuade him. Anyway, he believed that Suzuki Yusuke was aware of the situation.

As for Conan, he has extensive experience dealing with various situations involving Suzuki Yusuke. In this situation, keeping quiet is the best option. After all, this is just a necessary lesson, not murder.

After a while, Tokitsu Junya's mind, which had become somewhat dull due to various changes, finally burst forth with a strong will to survive.

Fueled by adrenaline, he mustered all his strength to grab Suzuki Yusuke's hand, then nodded frantically, whimpering as if to say, "I want to live."

"You've finally figured it out."

Yusuke Suzuki was overjoyed and pulled Junya Tokitsu back from the window, throwing him to the ground.

As Tokitsu Junya's adrenaline subsided, he tilted his head and fainted.

Looking at his face, swollen like a pig's head, Koshimizu Nanatsuki felt an inexplicable urge to laugh, and most of the pent-up frustration in her heart dissipated.

Chapter 925 This Scene

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Shijin Runzai slowly awoke.

He slumped onto the bed, surrounded by Yusuke Suzuki and others.

Each of them exudes a powerful aura and has a cold expression.

It made it seem like he was being interrogated by a gang of mob bosses.

When Hattori Heiji saw that he was awake, he repeated the requests he had made earlier.

This time, Tokitsu Junya nodded repeatedly, agreeing to everything.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki was happy, but she still couldn't help but worry:

“Mr. Suzuki, what we’re doing is probably illegal, isn’t it? It’s an abuse of power.”

Yusuke Suzuki didn't care at all. "Don't worry, my phone has been on the floor recording the whole time since you walked in. I have plenty of evidence."

"Furthermore, it doesn't matter if he wants to pull some tricks; it's just a matter of spreading rumors and using the media and police to fool the public."

He looked at Hakuba Saguru, "Are you scared?"

Hakuba Saguru chuckled and shook his head. "I'm not afraid."

He then looked at the dark-skinned man and asked, "Are you scared?"

Heiji Hattori thought for a moment, "I'm a little scared. My dad might give me a good beating."

Yusuke Suzuki glanced at the dark-skinned man and said, "You're spineless. Where did your old spirit of always going against your father go?"

As he spoke, he looked at Tokitsu Junya, the meaning in his eyes self-evident.

Standing before you now is the son of the Suzuki Foundation, the son of the Superintendent General of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and the son of the Chief of the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters.

This combination is practically unparalleled in power and influence.

You should think it over carefully.

Tokitsu Junya nodded vigorously again.

I understand, I understand.

The matter is more or less settled.

Hakuba Saguru looked at Koshimizu Nanatsuki, "Miss Koshimizu, we should still have a chance to leave the island, right?"

Since Koshimizu Nanatsuki is actually 20 years old, he can no longer call her "classmate," and his tone and address must be more respectful.

Koshimizu Nanatsuki nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, I haven't destroyed the radio yet. Everyone get a good rest tonight, and we can contact the ship to leave tomorrow."

No one asked her why, after making such thorough preparations, she suddenly changed her mind and chose to be open and honest.

Everyone here is a detective, so it's easy for them to guess that it's because of Yusuke Suzuki.

After all, only the two of them left for a period of time under the pretext of going to the toilet.

Although Hakuba Saguru felt a pang of emotion, he didn't think much of it.

But Blackie and Conan are different.

They are still in shock.

My friends have changed.