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Chapter 163 No evidence

After bringing Conan back to the house, Chitake put him on the chair and went back to the room.

He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, his face turned pale instead of rosy, and he took out a medicine bottle from his bag, poured out two pills and swallowed them.

After standing by the bed for a few seconds, he slowly lifted the quilt and lay down on the bed.

He exhaled softly and closed his eyes.

Downstairs living room.

"The temperature seems to have dropped. I think I'd better go to the room and put on that coat." Tanaka said, rubbing his arms.

"Then I'll go with you. I also want to get a sweater or something for the kid to wear."

Conan next to him happened to sneezed, and Xiaolan also said something when she saw it.

Doi Tower stood up and said, "In that case, I'll follow you. It's always safer with more people."

So they first accompanied Xiaolan to find clothes for Conan and then accompanied Tanaka to her room.

Just as she picked up her coat, an arrow suddenly pierced through the glass and hit the wall next to the door.

Tanaka immediately stepped forward, pulled open the curtains, opened the window and shouted outside. After taking a look at the arrow on the wall and outside the window, Conan suddenly ran out and ran towards the room where Chitake was.

As soon as he opened the door, his pupils shrank instantly!

A man in a pure white cloak stood beside the bed, holding a syringe in his hand and injecting liquid into Qianzhu's neck.

The man raised his head slightly and seemed to glance at Conan who suddenly broke into the door, then took back the empty syringe and left the balcony.

Conan did not run to the balcony to check, but ran to the bedside with a bit of panic and shook Qianzhu, "Qianzhu! Qianzhu, wake up!"

But the pale-faced boy on the bed showed no signs of waking up.

Conan reached out and tried his breath.

Still there, it seems like he just fell into a coma.

Conan pulled the quilt up for him and his face didn't look very good, but he didn't have time to think about it, as Sonoko's scream came from downstairs again.

Conan turned his head sharply, frowning.

He glanced at the closed window, pulled the curtains, and then hurried downstairs.

After he left, the white figure who had left appeared again beside the bed, and gently wiped the needle hole on Qianzhu's neck with his finger. The next second, the needle hole disappeared instantly.

After looking at the bathroom, Tanaka ran to the woods next to the house as if he had had enough, and lured them to discover a cross placed in the woods and several arrows scattered on the ground.

But apart from these two things, nothing else was found.

Conan wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, so he asked Arayoshi to take him around.

Unfortunately, I still have no clue.

Therefore, even after returning to the house, Conan did not react quickly when he saw the pattern on the wine bottle that Ara Yoshinori brought.

It wasn't until Xiaolan took the bottle away that an idea suddenly occurred to me.

But... this can only be regarded as a suspected method of committing the crime, because he has no evidence to prove that the murderer used this method, nor does he have any evidence to prove how he used this method.

After Conan spent half the night peacefully, despite being sick and restless, Chitake walked down the stairs.

Conan, who was forced to sit on a chair by Xiaolan and was so bored that his eyes were crescent-shaped, jumped off the chair as soon as he saw him, ran to his side, held his hand and kept asking him if he was okay.

Qianzhu looked puzzled and raised his hand to hold the little Corgi's head. "I'm fine, what's wrong?"

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