"Did you really call the newspaper reporter Miss Hanoi here and stab him seriously injured?"

The middle-aged police officer at the scene was still struggling for the final struggle. In other words, anyone who had heard of Kudo's voice would never believe that this high school detective would commit murder.

But the words of the Kudo Shinichi who was crying in front of him broke all his fantasies.

"Yes, that's right."

"How could it be?" The middle-aged police officer pressed his shoulder and said in disbelief: "The reasoning you came up with a year ago was so amazing. He saw the flaws in an instant, guiding us to crack that case. Why do you do this with such an excellent person?"

I have to say that the true feelings that the police officer considered for the boy at this moment changed Chen Xing's view of him a little.

"You are so proud of me." Kudo Shinichi said: "Because I am not a god, I will resent and make mistakes. Just like in the case a year ago, I called the completely innocent village chief Hirahara the murderer."

The middle-aged police officer said: "You seem to have lost your memory about that matter, so you may not remember that there is evidence for that case..."

"That..." At this moment, Shiroyama Shuma, who had been asked by Hattori Heiji to do something, came in, "The results of the appraisal have come out, I'm here to report it."

"Identification?" The middle-aged police officer was stunned.

"It was the Osaka boy who asked me to do the appraisal." Shiroyama Shuma said: "He asked me to investigate whether the knife as a murder weapon was consistent with the chain fragments in the teenage amulet bag."

"Knife and chain fragments?" and Ye were a little confused. How did these two things be consistent?

"Fingerprint." Chen Xing whispered.

Not only He Ye, but also the pupils of Mori Ran beside him were shocked.

And Hattori Heiji was already asking what the result was.

"As you said, it's not consistent." said Shiroyama.

"yes!" Hattori Heiji waved his fist vigorously and said excitedly: "It's true that it's just like my reasoning."

The middle-aged police officer couldn't help but say, "Is there any connection between the murder weapon and the amulet? What's the inconsistency?"

Without waiting for Hattori Heiji to open his mouth, a light voice came with the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony, "It is a sign that once a person is born in this world, he will be given a lifelong unchanging sign by God."

"What?" Several people in the venue looked at each other subconsciously.

"Because everyone is different, it is also a trace that becomes the most convincing evidence in the criminal investigation." The man walked slowly, with a weird black robe and messy white hair, and said calmly: "Fingerprints, right?"

Hattori Heiji looked at him with a bright look and chuckled, "Yes."

"Who is this guy?" the middle-aged police officer asked in confusion and vigilantly.

"Lord Death Luo?" He Ye exclaimed.

The eyes of "Kudo Shinichi", who was originally covered in tears, changed, and shock and hatred appeared almost at the same time.

"Get back a little." Opposite, the sloppy Death God blocked in front of Ran Maori immediately.

"Yes." Ran Maori responded obediently.

Then, "Kudo Shinichi" suddenly lifted his jacket and planned to take out the revolver that was tied to the back, but as soon as he made some moves, his legs were bent and his arm was suddenly pulled back and his waist was punched.

"Ah!" He couldn't help but let out a cry of pain and staggered to the ground.

By the time he realized it, the gun had already appeared in the hands of the person opposite.

On the other side, the sloppy man who was blocking the corner of his mouth twitched, and he was holding a bluffing pistol bullet in his hand. He originally planned to scare the other party, for example, if there was no bullet in his gun, and then he took the opportunity to kick the other party's pistol off, but he forgot that there was another person who could not be judged by common sense.

Chen Xing knew that there was a bullet inside just by just weighing the gun.

The man on the ground covered his waist and glared at him and stood up.

"I advise you to be honest." Hattori Heiji shrugged, "This costume dance is about to end."

"Masquerade party?" The middle-aged police officer withdrew his gaze from Chen Xing and said in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

Hattori Heiji said in a tone of seeing through everything: "If there is any trick in this incident, it is this guy's face, because no matter who it is, I will not believe that the high school detective Shinichi Kudo will kill people, right?"

At this moment, "Kudo Shinichi" was in the eyes of everyone. There was no confusion on his face. His face was gloomy. Whether it was looking at the strange white-haired man who suddenly appeared or the facial paralysis that slashed his waist and snatched the gun away, even Hattori Heiji who was talking about it at this time was extremely resentful.

"First of all, what made me feel was Xiaolan's attitude." Hattori Heiji didn't care about him at all, or he didn't care at all. "The Kudo Shinichi who had been waiting had finally appeared, but she looked cold and distant. She should have been following him and refused to leave, right? Besides, she lost her memory."

Ran Maori's face turned red, and he lowered his head and said shyly.

Hattori Heiji said: "At first I thought it was Koran a little shy, but after investigating the murderer's cabin in the woods, I finally figured out the reason."

"The murderer's cabin?" said the middle-aged police officer quickly.

"Yes, the photo of Kudo posted on the wall was scratched and the mirror was broken several times, and the fragments were shattered all over the floor." Hattori Heiji said lightly: "The reason why a person who hates Kudo hated him so much that he even smashed his photo, even the mirror was smashed was very simple, because he could not stand Kudo's face in the mirror."

"Do you say?" The middle-aged police officer looked at what he thought was Shinichi Kudo in disbelief.

"Yes, he's going to plastic surgery." The sloppy God of Death Luo pulled off his white wig, revealing his confident but not ostentatious face, "He thought he was a self-detective, fool high school student!"

"This..." The middle-aged police officer stared at his face blankly, in amazement and could not speak.

Ran Maori smiled slightly and stared at him in a daze.

"Exactly the same?" Ye looked at the two Kudo Shinichi in the field and covered her mouth.

Hattori Heiji looked as if he was not expecting, and even felt that this guy's appearance was a bit slutty.

Shinichi Kudo glanced at Chen Xing, and he saw that there was no surprise on his face.

"I knew, you'd discovered it long ago."

"What, Chen Xing knew a long time ago?" Maori Ran blinked.

"Guess." Chen Xing said.

Kudo Shinichi didn't say it out loud. After all, he still had to maintain a little mystery in front of Xiaolan. It can't be said that he was discovered by someone when he first appeared beside her, right?

"But why do you have to be like you?" the middle-aged police officer said in confusion.
Chapter completed!