jdhmnovel Chapter 647 Nothing Works
Chapter 647 Nothing Works
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After coming out of the hot spring, almost everyone gathered together. Even Okazaki Naganobu, who went back to write a manuscript, stayed with Okada Sumire. Even if they wanted to kill Furuya Shinnosuke, they had to pass through the living room where everyone was to go to the hot spring.
However, everyone lived on the second floor, and if they had tools, they could still go down through the window and go around to the hot spring, but this immediately narrowed the suspects to two people.
Conan felt that it definitely wouldn't be that simple.
So he temporarily ruled out "drowning" as the cause of death.
There must be other methods of committing the crime, but he just hasn't discovered them.
There were no obvious external injuries on the body of the deceased, so death by external force was ruled out.
The only one left is poison...
But if he wasn't poisoned before everyone went to the hot springs, then the action plan would be almost the same as the murderer going to the hot springs and drowning someone.
There was still a lot of time before heading to the hot springs, which was indeed enough for the murderer to poison, not to mention that everyone had acted alone at that time.
As Conan was thinking, he glanced at Chitake who was breathing heavily beside him, yawned, turned over and closed his eyes.
Chitake was lying on his side with his back to Conan. He looked like he was in a deep sleep, but his mind was actually very clear.
I couldn't sleep to begin with, and now I can't sleep even more.
He opened his eyes, looked at the scene in front of him, his pupils dilated, and began to think divergently.
Commonly known as daze.
After a while, he confirmed that Conan was asleep, then he slowly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
He opened the bag on the table next to him, dug out the medicine bottle inside, and slowly left the room.
As soon as he closed the door, an uncontrollable cough came out of his mouth.
Qianzhu endured it for a while and left the second floor in the darkness.
When he went down to the living room, he turned his head slightly and looked at the corridor leading to the hot spring.
There was a faint glow of a flashlight.
After looking at it for a few seconds, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.
However, he did not intend to take the initiative to do anything. He just walked to a sofa and sat down, then opened the medicine bottle, poured out the medicine and swallowed it.
After a while, a dark figure came over here with a flashlight, and seemed to be going back to the room after finishing his work.
The dark figure walked up the stairs quietly, quietly and cautiously. After just two steps, the light from the flashlight allowed him to glimpse that there seemed to be someone sitting on the sofa in the living room next to the stairs.
His pupils suddenly shrank, and he shone the flashlight towards the sofa.
No one is empty.
But he was worried, so he walked carefully into the living room and began to look for it.
at this time!
A cool hand gently patted his shoulder!
The black shadow suddenly froze in place, and its neck twisted with difficulty and unwillingly.
Then he vaguely saw a gentle smiling face.
He was so scared that he turned around and took a few steps back, shining the light on the people behind him, but suddenly he tripped over something and fell to the ground.
Chitake raised his arms to shield his eyes, and after he got used to the dazzling light of the flashlight, he looked at Sumie Okada who was holding a flashlight and had gone to the crime scene.
He smiled softly, looking very gentle, "Ms. Okada? What are you doing here so late?"
He walked over and helped the man up.
Okada Sumire looked at him suspiciously, "You, you too, what are you doing here?"
After helping her up, Qianzhu sat back on the sofa. Hearing this, he shook his head helplessly, "Because I couldn't sleep and was afraid of waking up Conan, I came here to stay. I just didn't expect to find you, Miss Okada."
"You...you saw everything?" Okada Sumire asked cautiously, shining the flashlight in her hand towards the ground, while her other hand was quietly hidden behind her back.
"Not really."
Qianzhu shook his head. His slightly pale face and gentle smile made him look extremely harmless.
Sumire Okada almost believed him.
"However, I know that you just went to the crime scene, and I also know what you were planning to do there." Qianzhu said with a smile again, and seeing that Okada Sumire's panic level suddenly increased, his smile deepened a little.
"Don't worry, I know you're not the murderer, but if you don't go back to your room quickly, be careful not to catch a cold wearing such thin clothes."
Hearing this, Okada Sumire was stunned for a moment, looked at Qianzhu suspiciously, and whispered tentatively: "You...you won't tell anyone?"
Qianzhu raised his head slightly and chuckled, "Of course not, Ms. Okada is not the murderer, why would I go out?"
Although Sumire Okada was not sure whether she could believe what he said, she still thanked him and hurried back to her room.
After all, in order not to wake up Okazaki Naganobu, she did not put on her coat, and now she was freezing.
After she left, Qianzhu heard a door closing softly from upstairs, and then the place fell into silence again.
He turned his head and looked out the window.
The wind and snow have gradually died down and it looks like they will stop soon.
However, the wind was still blowing against the glass windows, causing them to tremble slightly.
Qian Zhu withdrew his gaze and leaned quietly on the sofa. Even in the dark night, he could see that his face was gradually turning pale.
His hands seemed to have almost no temperature, no wonder he scared Okada Sumire to the point of falling down.
He bent over slightly and leaned on the armrest of the sofa, with beads of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. It felt like there were bugs gnawing at his internal organs. The intense pain kept coming, causing his body to twitch slightly.
Apart from his pale face, cold sweat and slight trembling body, his emotional expression was the same as usual and he did not look like someone who was suffering from illness.
It was unknown how long it had been before Qian Zhu stood up, casually put a cleaning technique on himself, and slowly returned to the room.
Illnesses caused by world consciousness can be resisted and transferred, but those that exist in the body cannot be resisted or transferred.
No matter what method is used to alleviate it, it will not work.
Qianzhu lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.
No one knew what he did during this period.
Okada Sumire, who had seen him for a while, didn't understand at all, and seemed to really believe what he said about not being able to sleep.
It was less than three hours until dawn.
Qianzhu closed his eyes, but that didn't mean he was asleep.
Following a seemingly normal schedule, he didn't sleep the entire night, and when the time jumped to six in the morning, he left his bed.
When Conan woke up, he didn't see Chitake. He got up, washed up and went to the living room, only to find that Chitake was sitting on the sofa, drinking hot tea and chatting with the housekeeper.