Conan Nozomi Kudo

"Conan, I'll leave this case to you~ I don't care~" In Kudo's house, I stretched, took a breath, and rubbed my eyes that were about to close.

"Do you really want to sleep that much?" Conan looked at me worriedly. Is this girl suffering from convulsions? She has been the one who hates sleeping the most since she was a child. Why has her temperament changed so much today?

"I don't know why, but I felt very sleepy after coming out of the cosmetics store...you mean...I am..." I seemed to know something, and pinched myself hard.

"It should be something similar to sleeping pills." Conan walked into the kitchen and brought me a basin of water. "It should be refreshing."

"I don't want it, I'll catch a cold." I looked at Conan with contempt, "But...when was it? I haven't touched anything...could it be that makeup box?"

"It should be that the murderer deliberately tempted you to open the makeup box. Don't you think it's strange? You told me that there was a person who pretended not to be seen. If so, that person shouldn't have left such a big mark. Even if he did,

, the angle is also different... I think the murderer should have tied something similar to a fishing line to the person's hand, like operating a puppet. However, the murderer should have just learned how to operate a puppet, otherwise he would not have been able to crash like that

Traces..." Conan held his chin in his hand and reasoned.

"I see... I didn't expect that a genius like me would fall into such a mentally retarded trap." I hit my head unconvinced.

"Also...the murderer may have deliberately let me see the gun before he shot it. His purpose in the beginning was not to kill you. He seemed to be planning some kind of plan." Conan continued to reason.

"In other words, the murderer is preparing for the next mass murder." I tried not to fall asleep and tried to follow Conan's reasoning. This time, I couldn't lose to him...

"That's right. We have to notify the police first." Conan said with a serious face.

"Pfft-wakakakakaka~~~~~~~~~~!! Conan, you are so funny~wahahahahaha~~~~~~~~" Someone looked at someone

The serious look after shrinking made me smile irresponsibly...

"Funny?...Kudou Nozomi! Shut up!!!!" Someone finally got mad...also...with such an idiot girl...it would be great if he didn't get mad...whoever he is...

Sherlock Holmes is still a high school student detective...

"Calm down... Calm down!!! In other words, the murderer seems to know your identity now." I looked at Conan with some worry, I didn't want to lose the warmth of my relatives again...

"Probably... tell me, could it be those people?" Conan frowned. If it was really those people, would Xiaolan be implicated?

"Don't worry, it's definitely not them. Their method of handling cases is basically to directly 'solve'." The so-called solution... means killing and silencing...

"Really? That's the best..." Conan always felt relieved.

"Don't worry...if that's really the case...even if I die...I won't let any of you be harmed...absolutely..." I said softly.

"What did you say?" Conan asked doubtfully.

"Ah...it's nothing..." A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, a self-comforting smile...