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He admitted that he was indeed jealous just now, but after what Qin Feng said, why did he appear to be a scumbag?
Also, when did he say he didn't like Xiaolan?
"Xiaolan, don't be deceived by him. Everything I do now is not out of jealousy at all."
"Mr. Saginuma, you just said that when you woke up, you found yourself wearing the knitted hat and eye mask of the deceased Ohtaka Kazuhiro, right?"
Kudo Shinichi was too lazy to argue with Qin Feng. He only needed to tell his reasoning and Xiaolan would understand everything.
Therefore, he looked at a man with a mustache in the crowd and asked.
"That's right."
Saginuma nodded, looking a little confused, obviously not knowing when he brought this thing.
Seeing this, Kudo Shinichi smiled slightly: "Actually, all this is the murderer, that is, Ms. Amano is using you to mislead the police and provide an alibi for herself."
"After all, the cabin is so dark, and you have a similar body shape to the deceased Mr. Eagle. As long as you put on his eye mask and knitted hat, no one will suspect that you are someone else."
"In this way, Miss Cambodia will have sufficient time to commit the crime."
Hey, this silly boy has even gotten the point wrong.
Qin Feng shook his head, looked at Xiaolan who was meditating, and patted her shoulder again.
Stupid washing machine classmate, since you insist on going against me, then don't blame me for wielding the hoe.
"Jun Qin?"
Xiaolan raised her head, her face a little confused, obviously unable to accept what she just said.
"I'm sorry, Xiaolan. I saw that you liked that brat. Even though he's lecherous, arrogant, and likes to show off... ahem. As a friend, I wanted to help you, but who knew things would turn out like this."
"But it may be that I misunderstood. What if he really finds a clue."
Xiaolan listened to Qin Feng's evaluation of Kudou Shinichi and nodded subconsciously, appearing to agree very much.
But the more he listened, the more something was wrong, and he asked strangely: "Help me?"
Qin Feng pretended to be surprised: "I thought you liked that cocky guy." "So I provoked him just now. As long as he says he likes you, your relationship will be settled."
"Who said...who said I like Shinichi?"
Xiaolan couldn't help but blush and lowered her head, her forehead almost touching Qin Feng's chest.
Qin Feng was stunned when he saw this. Xiaolan's reaction was a bit strange.
Although she was shy, it was entirely because of the girl's reserve.
There is no shame at all in having one's secrets exposed by a stranger.
Especially the initiator is a man like me whom I have not known for half a day.
It seemed like she just had a crush on Kudou Shinichi, who was more than a friend but not a lover.
Qin Feng rubbed his chin, trying to recall the current plot, but it took so long that except for sporadic fragments, the rest of the plot had long been forgotten.
I don’t even remember whether I have seen this scene before.
But the Death God hasn't shrunk yet, which means the plot hasn't begun yet.
It seems that this corner is easier to dig than I expected.
"Speaking of which, since you didn't see it, what were you thinking about just now?"
"You're not really considering such complicated issues as love and possessiveness, right? No way, no way..." Qin Feng asked teasingly.
"I-I didn't."
Xiaolan was extremely embarrassed when being told about the central issue, especially when she kept saying "No, no, no."
Although I don’t know how the system translates, I can tell by looking at Xiaolan that it is very powerful.
Boom boom boom...
The ashamed and angry Xiaolan was like a human tyrannosaurus, and she hit Qin Feng's chest three times with her pink fist.
Even with his body reaching the limit of normal human beings, he felt his blood surge and his throat felt sweet.
Is this the legendary little fist that punches you in the chest?
Qin Feng's eyes widened.
"Qin Jun, Qin Jun, are you okay?"
Seeing Qin Feng's pale face, Xiaolan panicked and hurriedly supported him.
In an instant, everyone's attention shifted from Kudou Shinichi and Amano Kame, with strange expressions on their faces.
After all, the detective and the suspected murderer are engaged in a psychological game, but their boyfriend and girlfriend are flirting on the sidelines.
All I can say is that young people are really having fun.
"What are you doing? Let go of Xiaolan."
Kudo Shinichi's eyes widened with annoyance on his face.
Xiaolan subconsciously stood in front of Qin Feng and frowned: "Xinyi, what are you going to do?"
Seeing this, the drum washing machine classmate felt a pain in his heart.
Is this still my childhood sweetheart?
Why are my elbows turned outward?
Kudo Shinichi felt as if his most important thing had been stolen.
The complex emotions are simply indescribable.
"Miss Amano, why aren't you angry?"
A famous detective is indeed a famous detective. Classmate Washing Machine was sad for a moment, but quickly adjusted his mood.
He suddenly asked Amano Kam.
"I...why am I angry? Do you think everyone is as petty as you?"
There was a hint of panic on Amano's face, but he quickly calmed down.
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"Is it really?"
"You made so many arrangements before killing, why did you give up the original plan at the critical moment?"
"I guess there must have been an accident along the way. You and Qin Feng are not boyfriend and girlfriend at all. You just met today, and he was the accident that forced you to change your plans."
"Miss Tachikawa, as Miss Xiaoqian's best friend, she should be able to tell you anything, especially when it comes to her boyfriend. Have you heard of Qin Feng?"
Kudo Shinichi's words were extremely aggressive, and cold sweat broke out on Amano's forehead.
Tachikawa Qianhe was silent for a moment, and said with firm eyes: "Of course Xiao Jian told me about Qin Sang, you are just talking nonsense."
what!
Qin Feng glanced at Tachikawa Chizuru in surprise. He didn't expect this woman to be so loyal.
"Ahem, Xiaolan, help me."
Qin Feng's face turned pale and he stretched out his hand tremblingly.
Of course, he was just pretending.
At this time, of course, he needs to stimulate the washing machine to interrupt his train of thought.
Xiaolan looked at Qin Feng's pale face.
He immediately grabbed his arm, feeling extremely guilty.
"Miss Qianhe, thank you for your help, but Xiao Jian and I are both innocent. I don't think Officer Xin will make things difficult for us."
"This detective boy was just trying to deceive Xiao Jian...cough...cough cough cough."
Qin Feng coughed a few times.
Seeing this, Xiaolan blamed herself even more.
He stared at the washing machine classmate with an unkind look.
And Amano Kam also hurriedly came over to help Qin Feng.
In this way, it was as if Qin Feng was hugging him from left to right, making Kudo Shin's eyes bulge.
"Since you call yourself a detective, you should know that handling cases is not about talking about words, but about evidence."
"Having said so much, it's time to come up with evidence."
Qin Feng looked into Kudo Shinichi's eyes and said meaningfully.
Kudo Shinichi felt the obvious provocation, but he did not panic at all and remained calm and said: "Judging from the death scars on the corpse and the stiffness of the jaw, the deceased has been dead for one to two hours."
"Don't tell me that you and Miss Xiaoqian have been in the bathroom for so long? Where were you for the rest of the time?"
"What are you talking about? Why can't you stay in the bathroom all the time? That kind of thing should take at least an hour, right?"
Qin Feng's eyes were confused for the first time.
Seeing this, the people around them looked at each other with disdain and continued to blow.
"Why, is there something wrong? Aren't you guys?"
Qin Feng had a curious look on his face, his eyes full of thirst for knowledge.
Those clear eyes look real.
The men present were shocked, their faces were uncertain, and they felt deeply insulted. Is this true?
Saginuma and a fat passerby spoke first, pretending to be confused, and looked at Kudo Shinichi with contempt: "There is no problem, isn't it normal for an hour or two?"
Kudo Shinichi: ...
MMP.
Normal, normal as hell.
No one can persist for an hour or two without fear of losing their skin.