{11th Bullet} Most Accidents Happen in the Kitchen....uh....well...[In Person]

[sands_in_mexico]

[The kitchen has a new resident. Sheldon's head and chest lay on the open door of the dish washer as if he was taking a nap in a drunken haze. The smell of tequila is present but that's not the presenting part. Something was obviously wrong and one of them being his arm in the sink and a pool of blood in the dishwasher and on the floor in two pool

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[lightbewithyou]

[It wasn't long enough for there to be the worry-pang; no, it was a moment of staring at what he had beside the firepit and realizing he was running low on something he was using for spices that had Anduin take a break from his own cooking outside to jog inside.]

Hey, have you seen-

[He made it two steps inside the open door before the mass of blood sank in past reflexive recognition.]

[He'd seen someone killed before - laid open by dragon's claws - but that was a short moment before he was hauled out; and he'd been present for a fight, but again, it was a very different thing from this sort of a murder.]

[He stopped, stepped back out,and shut the door, back to it, sliding down to the floor with a hand over his mouth to fight back the nausea - he'd seen the man just a few minutes ago-]

[And one-handed struggles out the Blackberry to post this.]

[eliminatecrime]

[Mikami arrived with fast steps.]

Who is the victim this time?

[lightbewithyou]

[Anduin was curled up against the door, knees drawn up against his chest, a little focused on his half-folded hands - as if making a slightly failed attempt at meditation - he started a little when Mikami caught up.]

Ah - I ... I don't know... [he's still a bit queasy.] He was - helping with cooking outside, but he couldn't talk for some reason...

[eliminatecrime]

[Mikami nods.]

It's okay. We're going to find out about his identity soon.
I'm going to look at the corpse now. You don't have to look at it again, though.

[always1truth]

[Conan yawns deeply as he heads into the kitchen- he was taking a very a small break from the case in order to eat an orange while going over his notes. He stops dead in his tracks however at the sight of the dead body.

His eyes narrow and his teeth clench as he hits his fist against the door frame. Damn it. Not another dead body.

He takes a breath and begins examining the area for evidence- check to see if rigormortis has set in- determine time of death- check for signs of struggle. Check for patterns- take pictures.]

[im_in_ur_exit]

[A few minutes later, Saguru is sprinting in, after noticing the network post - ]

[He makes it just inside the door, stops, and recognition sinks in of not only the victim, but the method used.]

[There's a small gagging sound as he covers his mouth with one hand; it's not the blood, it's not that this is all that unusual or spectacular of a murder scene, it's tripping over another friend dead - and the insult to injury of mimicking Shiki to do it.]