"As expected."

Looking at the photo in the album, Guangyou couldn't help but smile and said, "Although there is still no substantial evidence, I feel that we are inseparable!"

In the photo, Yuri Kuroki is sitting at the table playing with flowers in the vase, with a bright smile on his face. There is a line of notes under the photo that reads "Teacher Komiya teaches mom to arrange flowers. Mom looks very happy,

Unfortunately, I went to school that day]

The overall appearance is quite normal, and Kuroki Yuri's flower arrangement is quite beautiful, but the direction of Kuroki Yuri's gaze tells Guangyou that she is not looking at the flowers, but at the cameraman.

Judging from the comments below, the photographer is none other than the flower arrangement teacher named Xiaomiya.

Not only that, the way Kuroki Yuri looked at the flower arrangement teacher was a little complicated. It may sound a bit mysterious, but Guangyou really thought that she had some unusual feelings for the cameraman.

It looked like Yuri Kuroki was expecting the flower arrangement teacher to praise her.

"Am I overthinking it?" Guangyou couldn't help but doubt himself. No one would believe this kind of thing, because it was so false.

The sixth sense is a very mysterious thing. Even those scientists in the past did not give a clear answer. Guangyou didn't know whether his feeling could be called the sixth sense.

Anyway, when he saw the photo and thought deeply about it, the thought just now popped into his mind.

Guangyou, who was in the midst of self-doubt, directly asked this question to Xiao Ai: "Xiao Ai, what do you think?"

"I feel like she doesn't really care about flowers. She seems to care about the flower arrangement teacher's opinion."

This was Xiao Ai's first instinct after seeing this photo. As a woman, Xiao Ai seemed to be able to understand it, because she also had this thought.

Just like when she learned to cook, she actually had no particular interest in cooking at first.

She originally wanted to learn cooking because she wanted to take care of Guangyou. Rather than liking cooking, she liked the satisfaction Guangyou felt when he ate the food she cooked.

This photo gives Xiao Ai the impression that Yuri Kuroki learned flower arranging because she wanted to see the flower arranging teacher’s smile or hear the flower arranging teacher’s praise.

"But we have no evidence..." Guangyou continued to flip through the photo album, and he discovered that among the later photos, the majority were of flower arrangements.

Moreover, every photo is the same as the one just now. Kuroki Yuri's eyes are always directed towards the flower arrangement teacher named Komiya.

"What a coincidence...don't you care about your own work at all?"

It was okay if she didn't scroll back, but the more she scrolled back, the more suspicious she became. Guangyou even discovered that one day he was arranging flowers with Teacher Xiaogong with a smile, and the next day he was taking photos with his family with a smile that was uglier than a dead person.

To be precise, Kuroki Yuri would only show that smile when Kuroki Kenji was around. If Kuroki Tetsuya was alone, she would behave quite normally, at least like a mother.

"Perhaps we are overthinking it?" Guangyou saw that the back of the album was empty, so he closed the album and said to Xiao Ai, "Let's go down and take a look. Maybe there has been progress."

"Um."

...

On the other side, Conan was looking for clues everywhere on the ground floor. He would not miss any corner, very carefully.

"Telephone...phone..."

Thinking of the phone call Guangyou mentioned just now, Conan came to the landline phone in the living room, hesitated for a moment, reached out and pressed it a few times, and looked at the call history.

The first phone call he saw was naturally the man who called before. Conan knew about it, but the ones after him only had phone numbers, and he couldn't guess who was calling them.

So what he looked at was not the phone number, but the time when the calls were made. Conan's idea was very simple. If someone had called Kuroki Yuri before her death, they might know something.

"The chance is too small, and if an accident happened, the person would have called the police and we would not have found the body, unless the person who was talking to her was the murderer."

Having said that, after reading the call records, Conan honestly took out a pen and paper from his bag and wrote down several phone numbers and call times that matched the time period.

Mainly because there are currently very few clues, and Conan doesn't want to give up any information that may be helpful in solving the case.

Putting away the note, Conan continued to search for clues on the ground floor.

"Let's go out and have a look. Look in the yard for any clues."

Thinking of this, Conan walked to the entrance to change his shoes and go out to take a look around. He had looked at almost every corner of the room, except for the yard outside.

"Huh? These shoes..."

Conan, who was about to change his shoes, suddenly noticed something strange about a pair of gray fluffy slippers on the ground. The gray fluff on one of the slippers seemed to be mixed with some dark red.

Conan squatted down, picked up the slippers, and as his fingers swept over the fluff, he discovered that the root of the fluff, which was half the size of a fingernail, had turned dark red.

"Is this...blood?"

The experienced Conan quickly made up the picture in his mind, then glanced at the clearly classified shoe cabinet, and asked himself, "This family is quite particular. Guests have special slippers, so whose shoes belong to them?"

"Tetsuya Kuroki and Yuri Kuroki's shoes are of the same style as this pair of shoes, but are different in color and size. If that's the case, could these shoes belong to Kenji Kuroki?"

"If it's really his..."

Thinking of this, Conan narrowed his eyes, as if they were shining with light, "Could it be him? There is a motive, but now there is no evidence, and we can't confirm it."

"Is it possible that someone else put on his shoes to frame him? No, these shoes have obviously been washed, otherwise that area should be red..."

"Deliberately washing it to frame Kenji Kuroki? That's not right. If the murderer was so scheming, he wouldn't have made such a low-level mistake as using a knife."

"Damn it!" Conan deduced many possibilities in his mind, each of which could explain the current situation, but he was not sure. He could only hear him saying regretfully, "There are still too few clues. Just a few more clues."

, I can catch the murderer, but...sigh..."

Just when he was distressed, Takagi, who went out to investigate, came back.

"Conan, what's wrong with you? Why do you look like this?" Takagi bent down and asked, "Do you want to go home? Or should I find someone to take you home?"

Seeing that there were some breakthroughs in the case, how could Conan have the heart to go home like this? He had an idea, picked up the fluffy slippers and showed them to Takagi: "No, I did this because I accidentally soiled their shoes just now."

After saying this, Conan somewhat admired his ability to adapt to circumstances. He could refuse Takagi's idea of ​​sending him home, and he could also let the bloody slippers come into the police's sight.

Simply kill two birds with one stone!

"Conan, this is just a trivial matter... blood?"

Takagi, who wanted to comfort Conan, saw the roots of the down that were suspected to be soaked in blood, and his expression suddenly became serious, "I have to tell Officer Megure first."
Chapter completed!