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Ignoring everyone else, the police officer was currently 'interrogating' Dazhong Momiji. Fujiwara Michimitsu quietly walked out of the infirmary.
Just as he arrived in the corridor, Fujiwara Michimitsu saw a pink figure pounce over, burying his head in a soft expanse. He nearly suffocated.
"Fengshi-jie, if you keep holding me like this, I'm going to suffocate."
Fujiwara Michimitsu, squeezed amidst a voluminous mass, said in a muffled voice.
Fujiwara Fengshi quickly let go of him, smiled somewhat sheepishly, and wiped the corners of her reddened eyes, saying hoarsely: "I heard everything you said. If you hadn't risked your life, Chika would have been in trouble."
Fujiwara Michimitsu said gently: "Chika is my sister, this is what I should do. She's still in the room, Fengshi-jie, why don't you go see her?"
Fujiwara Fengshi nodded vigorously: "Mm, then I'll go ahead."
After Fujiwara Fengshi entered the infirmary to visit Fujiwara Chika, a faint, cold voice sounded beside Fujiwara Michimitsu: "How is it? Does being hugged by a large girl feel good?"
Fujiwara Michimitsu stared intently. In the corridor, Haibara Ai, wearing a black short skirt, exposed a pair of snow-white, slender legs. Her entire body was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest.
That appearance could perfectly be described as 'a small person with a big ghost.'
"Xiao Ai, why are you here?"
Fujiwara Michimitsu asked in surprise.
"I heard you were in danger, so I rushed over. Why weren't you killed by the things inside?"
Haibara Ai said unhappily, and after a complaint, her face turned cold again: "...I suggest you don't do such dangerous things again."
"Once or twice 28 times may not be a problem, but too many times will definitely lead to problems."
"Right now, I can only rely on you here. You must remember that it's not just your life, my life is also closely related to yours."
Fujiwara Michimitsu walked over and, with his hand, ruffled Haibara Ai's short, purple hair: "If you were in danger, I would go save you too."
Haibara Ai's pretty face flushed red. She slapped away Fujiwara Michimitsu's hand and, with a sidelong glance, said: "I'm not talking about that."
"I'm saying, can't you pay attention to your own safety?"
Fujiwara Michimitsu said softly: "Don't worry, I calculate the risks. If it really is a matter of life and death, I won't do it. People should love themselves a little more, shouldn't they?"
Hearing Fujiwara Michimitsu's words, Haibara Ai still pouted slightly.
As long as he was fine, everything was fine.
"But it seems you've made progress, little Ai."
"What progress?"
"You finally dared to leave your room, and without any disguise."
Haibara Ai's expression was startled. This was the first time she had really gone out in public since she became like this, because she was worried about Fujiwara Michimitsu's safety. She had originally intended to put on her mask and hat, and other basic disguises.
She had originally wanted to take out her mask from her pocket and put it on, but after thinking about it, she gave up again.
Haibara Ai saw Fujiwara Michimitsu seemed to be leaving the hospital. She walked up to him and whispered, "Is there a clue in this explosion case?"
"Mm, I just had someone investigate the origins of those explosives. I roughly pinpointed the mastermind behind the scenes."
"You plan to deal with them?"
"Harm my family, how can I spare them?"
As a former member of the Black Organization, Haibara Ai's moral standards were not particularly high. Although she detested wantonly and causelessly killing people, she wouldn't care about legal rights or human rights for those criminals.
"Then pay attention to safety when you go to do it."
Haibara Ai knew Fujiwara Michimitsu's identity and understood that he intended to directly kill the mastermind.
She used to strongly detest the Black Organization for using the drugs she researched to kill people, but at this moment, she said as if possessed: "Do you need medicine? I have APTX4869 with me."
"That stuff isn't going to suddenly turn people small again, is it?"
"No, I removed the 'Silver Bullet' part. It's purely poison now."
Fujiwara Michimitsu thought for a moment and said, "No need this time. Those two don't deserve medicine."
However, Fujiwara Michimitsu did not say he wouldn't use APTX4869 himself.
The people he was going to kill this time, although one of them was a local Kyoto construction entrepreneur, they were just ordinary people. Even if they died, it wouldn't cause too much commotion.
But if he were to kill someone of higher status in the future, then this disguise would be very useful.
Directly pretending the other party died of illness is simply being unrestrained.
No wonder the Black Organization would let Xiao Ai invent this drug. This thing is truly useful, especially when dealing with those big figures.
Haibara Ai pouted for a moment and said: "I just saw Kudo Shinichi."
"Oh, I know. Where did that kid go? Only when he goes out does he become a true god of death."
Fujiwara Michimitsu's teasing made Haibara Ai chuckle. She then added: "...I just told him something. With his intelligence, I'm afraid he might analyze something, which would be troublesome."
Haibara Ai now regretted it. She shouldn't have scared Kudo Shinichi just now.
She felt refreshed, having had fun, but the consequences might be more troublesome.
Fujiwara Michimitsu pinched Haibara Ai's small, delicate face and chuckled: "It's fine. A single Kudo Shinichi won't cause much of a stir. If he discovers your identity, he discovers it."
"With me around, he can't move you. If he still wants to return to being Kudo Shinichi, he'll need the drugs you research, and he'll just have to listen to us honestly."
Fujiwara Michimitsu's words made Haibara Ai feel extremely secure. She hummed in response, forgetting all about Fujiwara Michimitsu's earlier childish antics.
"Alright, I'm going to do some serious work now. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you something, little Ai."
"What's up?"
"Although Sister Fengshi is quite spacious there, little Ai, you're actually not small either."
Haibara Ai raised her eyebrows: "Are you mocking me?"
She was now a primary school student. This was airport level flat!
"No, I'm talking about the grown-up you. Very promising."
Saying this, Fujiwara Michimitsu pulled out a wallet from his pocket. Inside, to Haibara Ai's surprise, was a photo of her as an adult.
Haibara Ai was greatly startled. She jumped up, wanting to snatch the photo back: "Are you a pervert? Why do you have my photo on you!"
Fujiwara Michimitsu raised his arm, avoided Haibara Ai's hand, placed the photo back inside his wallet close to his heart, waved at her, and quickly left.
Haibara Ai stomped her foot in anger, but thinking that Fujiwara Michimitsu had actually placed her photo close to his heart, she instantly felt her heart thump like a deer bounding.
Haibara Ai glared fiercely at the infirmary.
"I've been researching some drug components recently and need to experiment. Kudo Shinichi, you wait for me. I'll use you as a test subject first."
She was now somewhat impatient to return to her original body.
...
Inside the infirmary, Konan suddenly shivered.
Who's cursing me?
He shook his head, continuing to listen to Dazhong Momiji's narration.
"Tsuchiya Shusuke is your most important opponent in this year's Karuta Tournament, isn't he, Miss Momiji?"
The Kyoto Metropolitan Police Supervisor personally conducted this 'interrogation'.
Dazhong Momiji nodded slightly, not denying: "Tsuchiya-kun's karuta skills are very strong. He is this year's Kyoto Karuta Tournament champion, and a member of Gekkousha like me. He is destined to be the champion."
From Dazhong Momiji's words, it was clear that she should actually be the biggest suspect.
However, Tsuchiya Shusuke's body, after investigation, had only recently died, and Dazhong Momiji, as a victim of the explosion, had a perfect alibi. Therefore, this matter definitely had nothing to do with her.
Dazhong Momiji also knew this point, so she was quite calm.
The Kyoto Metropolitan Police Supervisor didn't dare to truly interrogate Dazhong Momiji with an interrogative attitude. He only asked a few questions, confirmed that the other party had absolutely no relation to the case, and then prepared to say goodbye:
"Excuse me, Miss Dazhong, sorry for disturbing your rest."
Dazhong Momiji smiled sweetly: "No problem. Answering questions from police officers is my duty."
At this moment, a police officer entered the room and said to the Kyoto Metropolitan Police Supervisor: "Police Supervisor, we have already found some detailed information about Gekkousha. This matter may involve a disappearance case from five years ago."
"Disappearance case?"
"Yes, five years ago, the president of Gekkousha was a lady, Miss Namiki. At that time in Kyoto, besides Gekkousha, there was another very famous karuta club."
"The presidents of these two karuta clubs once made an agreement to play karuta. The losing side would disband their own club."
"At that time, this matter even stirred up a lot of media who wanted to film it live, but the president of Meishoukai, Meishouku, did not appear at that match that day and completely disappeared."
"The police at that time investigated, but they didn't find any trace of Meishouku. The case has been unsolved ever since."
Konan and Hattori Heiji's eyes flashed with light upon hearing this police officer's report. They immediately connected many clues.
Dazhong Momiji hesitated for a moment at this point. She said: "Meishouku, he used to be my teacher."
The Kyoto Metropolitan Police Supervisor felt there was something wrong here and quickly asked: "Miss Dazhong, what's going on here?"
Dazhong Momiji said in a low voice: "I studied karuta under my teacher, Meishouku, back then, and also joined Meishoukai."
"But as this police officer said, he suddenly disappeared one day. Meishoukai had no leader and had to disband. I also joined Gekkousha after that."
"Officer, if this matter is truly related to Teacher Meishouku, I hope you can find him."
The Kyoto Metropolitan Police Supervisor nodded: "Don't worry, Miss Dazhong, we will do our best. Then we won't disturb your rest for now."
Saying this, she led the other police officers away.
Konan then leaned close to Hattori Heiji and whispered: "Hattori, it seems things have an outcome."
"Mm, I think so too, Kudo. We'll go take a look in a moment, after I say goodbye to Miss Dazhong first."
Saying that, Hattori Heiji stepped forward and said to Dazhong Momiji: "Miss Dazhong, I heard you were injured in the explosion case. I came to visit you. Seeing you unharmed, I can rest assured. Then I'll take my leave?"
Dazhong Momiji stared intently at Hattori Heiji, her eyes a little sharp.
Just as Hattori Heiji was inwardly getting flustered, not knowing how he had provoked this young lady, he only heard Dazhong Momiji say: "Just right, Hattori-kun, I have something I'd like to tell you."