The atmosphere immediately turned cold. Fortunately, considering that there were outsiders present, Tsujimura Kouki didn't say much, but turned to Yuquan and the others, saying.
"I'm sorry for the spectacle. I'll take Mr. Yuquan to my husband's study to have a look. What do you think?" Tsujimura Kouki cautiously glanced at Yuquan.
"Alright." Yuquan nodded slightly.
Tsujimura Kouki secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly led Yuquan and the others upstairs.
"Knock, knock—" Tsujimura Kouki knocked a few times on the study door.
"Honey, I brought Mr. Yuquan back. Didn't you want Mr. Yuquan to take a look at the feng shui of the study? Are you in there?"
After knocking several times, Tsujimura Kouki still didn't get a response, and couldn't help but mutter to herself: "The opera music is so loud, could he not be in the study?"
Indeed, although the study door was closed, the opera music inside was so loud that it almost drowned out the knocking.
While talking, Tsujimura Kouki took out a key from her pocket and opened the study door.
"Huh? Asleep?" Tsujimura Kouki looked at Tsujimura Tsunori, who seemed to be sleeping at the desk with his head propped up on his hand, with a feigned look of surprise.
She subconsciously walked towards him.
"Even with the opera music so loud, he can still sleep?" Conan muttered subconsciously.
As if he had thought of something, Conan cautiously turned to Yuquan and said, "Yuquan-san, do you sense anything?"
"What?" Yuquan pretended not to know, but the corner of his eye was looking at Tsujimura Kouki's actions with anticipation.
Although the books were blocking his view, Yuquan could still guess what Tsujimura Kouki was doing.
"Whew—" Conan subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed he was overthinking. This shouldn't be a murder scene...
The next second, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling, Tsujimura Kouki screamed, "Ah—Honey, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
"Huh?" Conan and the others looked at Tsujimura Tsunori who had fallen to the ground with a purplish-blue tinge around his mouth, their faces full of bewilderment.
"What happened?!" Conan rushed towards Tsujimura Tsunori's body.
He happened to bump into Hattori Heiji, who was also going to inspect the crime scene.
"Bang—"
"You little brat, what are you doing running around at the crime scene?" Hattori Heiji rubbed his head, dissatisfied.
As for Yuquan, he looked at the newly formed soul rising from Tsujimura Tsunori's body with satisfaction!
It has to be said that this case, even in the world of Detective Conan, was considered a good one.
After all, the killer had actually killed someone right under the noses of several detectives.
Although the killer arrogantly wanted to ask the detectives to provide him with an alibi, the method of the crime was still excellent.
He even deceived the hasty Hattori Heiji.
With Tsujimura Tsunori's soul in his hand, Yuquan stroked his chin with satisfaction.
Tsujimura Kouki, who had been observing Yuquan's actions faintly, couldn't help but swallow hard. She looked at Yuquan hesitantly and said.
"Mr. Yuquan, could you please tell me… Is my husband's soul here?"
Yuquan's words made Tsujimura Kouki's heart sink. "It is. Mrs. Tsujimura, would you like to see it?"
Yuquan looked at Tsujimura Kouki with a hint of a smile. Newly born souls are not very harmful, at most, they make people who touch them weak for a few days.
However, if it's a soul with a strong obsession, it might subconsciously approach the perpetrator.
Tsujimura Kouki's brow twitched. She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but-
Before Tsujimura Kouki could say anything, Hattori Heiji stared straight at Yuquan and said, "I want to see!"
Hattori Heiji wanted to see what kind of ghost it was that even Conan, who seemed quite smart, had changed his tune about.
Seeing that even an outsider like Hattori Heiji had said so, Tsujimura Kouki, as the wife of Tsujimura Tsunori, naturally couldn't refuse, but her voice was strained as she said.
"Please let me see my husband one last time, Mr. Yuquan. Also, I may have to trouble you to send my husband to be reincarnated, Mr. Yuquan."
Tsujimura Kouki's gaze swept across Tsujimura Tsunori's body, and a flash of resentment appeared in her eyes.
For this guy who had designed to harm her previous husband in order to fight for her, Tsujimura Kouki didn't dare to hope that Tsujimura Tsunori would be reincarnated into a good family, and even not trying to make Tsujimura Tsunori's soul dissipate was because she was afraid of being suspected!
"Of course." Yuquan said, his tone unchanged, "However, newborn souls don't have much intelligence, so they might not recognize people."
These words made Tsujimura Kouki breathe a sigh of relief, "It's fine, I'll trouble you, Mr. Yuquan."
Yuquan nodded, and Yu Shiya beside him, after asking for a few disposable cups, expertly took out a bottle of water.
Seeing this, Mouri Ran, who had experienced this, subconsciously stepped forward to help.
"Ah—" After drinking the water, looking at the translucent soul in Yuquan's hand, which was exactly the same as Tsujimura Tsunori lying on the ground, Tsujimura Kouki couldn't help but let out a low cry, covering her mouth.
"This… Are you kidding me?" Hattori Heiji frowned.
He subconsciously walked towards Yuquan, reaching out to touch the soul in Yuquan's hand.
Without a doubt, Hattori Heiji's hand went straight through Tsujimura Tsunori's soul...
Hattori Heiji subconsciously shivered, "Hallucination? That doesn't seem right. Projection? It doesn't look like there's any equipment like that here."
Looking at Hattori Heiji's desire to investigate the soul in Yuquan's hand, even ignoring the murder that had occurred at the scene.
Conan, as if he had seen himself before his worldview collapsed, couldn't help but snicker.