It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 112 Murder

She put the things on the table, then sat down, took the tissue handed to her by Fushimi Ami and wiped her sweat, "Ohara hasn't come down yet?"

"No, I don't know what he is looking for." Fushimi Ami replied.

Kuno Nayazuki smiled.

What else can you look for? Of course, you look for death.

About five minutes later, Shotaro Ohara's voice suddenly came from upstairs.

"Xiao Yue! I found it! Can you please come up and take a look?"

Kuno looked up at the stairs in confusion, smiled at the others, and went upstairs.

Kuno Nayazuki walked to Ohara Shotaro's room with ease and opened the door without any pretense.

Looking at the scene inside, her rosy and tender lips curved into an arc.

After standing there admiring it for a while, she pretended to be frightened, screamed, and fell back to the ground.

"what--!!"

cough cough.

It turns out that not everyone can be the one to scream, it wastes the voice.

Everyone in the living room was shocked, and the men sobered up a lot.

"Ms. Kuno!" Xiaolan stood up first and ran upstairs. She saw her sitting in front of the room with the door open, looking inside with a look of horror.

"Ms. Kuno, what's wrong with you?" Xiaolan trotted over.

Kuno Nayazuki raised her hand stiffly and pointed into the room, "There...there...Uncle Ohara..."

Xiaolan helped her stand up, and when she turned her head, she was also shocked, but after so many murders, her ability to withstand it was a little improved.

She gently hugged the trembling Kuno and patted her back with her hands.

"What happened?" The Maori people who came hurriedly looked into the house, and then their pupils changed.

There were a bunch of fishing lines hanging in all directions in the room, and Shotaro Ohara was hung on the beam with the fishing line wrapped around his neck, and twelve pink bows were tied on his arms and legs.

His eyes and mouth were wide open, he looked terrified, and his face was purple. Even if you didn't go forward to check, you could tell that the other person was obviously dead.

After all, the fishing line was cut into the flesh of his neck, and blood had overflowed, dyeing the fishing line red.

"Call the police." Kogoro Mouri's face was serious. He picked out the dense fishing lines, walked carefully to the corpse, and touched his hand.

"The body is still warm, so it must have just died."

Conan followed the corpse and looked sharply at the bow tied on the body.

Why did the murderer tie a bow on the body?

"Ohara!"

Several of Shotaro Ohara's friends exclaimed in disbelief.

"How...how could this happen? Who did it?" Fushimi Ami stepped back, covering half of her face, her wide eyes full of disbelief.

Nakazato Asaka supported her, with a sad look on her face, "How could such a thing happen to Ohara..."

Mao Li, who was carrying Conan, returned to the corridor and glanced at the four of them with a frown, "Excuse me, have you had any unpleasant experiences with Mr. Ohara recently?"

"Are you suspecting us? We were together all the time just now, right? How could we possibly kill someone?" Yamamuro Konosuke spread his hands and looked at Mori in disbelief.

"Maybe Asaka can do it. After all, she has been out for a full half hour." Matsuyama Kan'ta's eyes were gloomy, and there was an unknown arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Matsuyama! How could Asaka kill Ohara? Please don't slander her at will!" Fushimi Ami frowned and glared at Matsuyama Kenta angrily.