Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 186 No Tequila Injured World Line
When Qin Zhibo was about to say the answer in his heart, the famous detective Mori Kogoro next to him suddenly spoke.

"I understand everything!"

"Although Mr. Takeshita stole the company's confidential documents, he was not the real culprit who killed Mr. Nakajima!"

"The real culprit is actually"

Mori Kogoro took advantage of his panting time to put on a handsome poss, turned sideways to face the crowd, and pointed at Henggou No. [-] with his backhand.

"Mr. Ueda! In fact, you are the real murderer!"

Henggou No. [-], who was listed as a suspect, widened his eyes and pointed at himself in disbelief, with an expression that seemed to ask, "Are you talking about me?"

Mori Kogoro understood the expression and nodded affirmatively: "That's right! You are the murderer."

"Actually, the suitcase containing the bomb was not Mr. Nakajima's, but Mr. Ueda's."

"Your murder plan is to put a bomb in your suitcase in advance, and then deliberately form a serial number with Mr. Nakajima when the suitcase is deposited at the front desk."

"In this way, you only need to secretly change the number and key of Mr. Nakajima's suitcase in the venue, and you can 'replace' the suitcase containing the bomb you brought with Mr. Nakajima."

"The suitcases of this company are all of uniform specifications. When picking up the suitcase at the front desk, Mr. Nakajima couldn't find out that what he picked up was actually someone else's suitcase."

Kogoro Mori expressed his reasoning with confidence, which aroused different reactions from the people around him.

Police officer Mu Mu with a little relief in his surprised eyes: Well done!Brother Maori, you can leave work early again!

Conan rolled his eyes and felt a little helpless: Please, Mr. Ueda was the one who reminded the front desk to check the contents of the bag.

If he was the murderer, if Nakajima followed his suggestion to open the suitcase to check, wouldn't he himself be blown to the sky?
However, the method proposed by Uncle Mao Li this time is very feasible, which is a good progress.
Ok?
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A thunder flashed in Conan's brain, and he got some inspiration from Mori Kogoro's reasoning.

The look in his eyes was very gratified, but it was a kind of "comfortable" Qin Zhibo: being able to think of the murder method shows that Kogoro Mori's level of solving crimes is indeed higher than that of most people.

But unexpectedly, there were only two suspects left, and Mori Kogoro could rule out another one when he thought of the method.
I would like to call you the greatest law at the end of the twentieth century--the law of Miss.

But at this point in the reasoning, Qin Zhibo had to go into battle himself.

Because he glanced at Conan, who was thinking seriously with his chin up, and from Conan's expression, he was gradually understanding everything.

In order to prove that his reasoning is correct, Mori Kogoro asked Ueda to take out the key from his pocket to open his suitcase.

"As long as the things in the suitcase belong to Mr. Nakajima, then you are the murderer!"

Just when Kogoro Mori was about to enjoy the joy of victory, he pressed his hands on Kogoro Mori's shoulders.

"Maori detective, congratulations."

"It's just a little bit closer to the truth."

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Mori Kogoro was about to scratch his head and say "Where is that?" and then showed the same smile as Venom.

However, after Qin Zhibo finished the second half of his sentence, Mori Kogoro's face instantly collapsed.

Ignoring Kogoro Mori, Qin Zhibo announced the correct answer.

"The method that Detective Maori said is indeed correct, but the real culprit who implemented this method is not Mr. Ueda, but Mr. Takeshita."

"The reason is very simple. When Mr. Ueda opened the file box at the front desk for inspection, I saw that the contents inside indeed belonged to him, and there was his work permit on the top."

Conan was surprised, Qin Zhibo had been standing seven or eight meters away from the front desk, and he could see the things in other people's boxes.

The visual acuity of these two eyes is at least 2.5, right?
Conan added another one to Qin Zhibo's characteristics: excellent eyesight.

Just now, when Kogoro Mori came to the conclusion that the murderer was Ueda, Takeshita still had a little luck in his heart.

After all, it is better to be charged with commercial espionage because of changing the suitcase than to be charged with homicide.

But now, when Qin Zhibo revealed the truth with a few short words, Takeshita's heart instantly turned cold.

"That's right!"

"I killed that bastard, because he killed my Liangmei!"

Although he was caught, the joy of getting revenge made Takeshita, a man who was usually weak, harden his tone, and he seemed to be breaking the boat.

Police officer Mugure asked Uida that "Liangmei" was the woman who committed suicide after being dumped by Takeshita, with a gloomy face, he pressed his palm on Takeshita's shoulder.

"You speak so righteously, but don't forget that you planted bombs in bars and attacked innocent people in order to clear yourself of suspicion."

"In my eyes, you are no different from those ugly murderers."

Police officer Meguro sternly sternly asked his subordinates to put handcuffs on Takeshita.

After being stunned for a while, Takeshita finally came to his senses and shouted, "What did you say there was a bomb planted in the bar?"

"I only planted a bomb to kill Nakajima!"

Takeshita's voice of defending himself was very weak at the happy murder scene.

In the suburbs at dusk, a Porsche 356A slowly parked beside the road.

And in the nearby woodland, a figure who had been waiting for a long time came out.

"Qin Jiu, what exactly is the deal you said was fraudulent?"

Tequila's voice was a little anxious.

But Gin didn't answer Tequila's question directly, and ordered coldly: "Give me that box."

Tequila glanced at the money box in her hand, and without thinking too much, handed the box to Vodka who stretched out her hand beside her.

However, the moment the box was handed over, Gin next to him suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Tequila's forehead.

"What are you doing? Gin!"

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun in front of him and Gin's chilling eyes, Tequila dared not move and could only question.

"It seems that your intelligence is really inferior to the code name given to you by the organization, Tequila, and you don't even know you're being followed." Gin Jiu replied with his gun raised.

"What!" Tequila was stunned.

"Your transaction itinerary has been followed from the bar, and the other party has come prepared, even the glasses left in the bar have been cleaned."

"This shows that the other party has been eyeing you very early, so you can make corresponding preparations in advance."

"It was you who caused the organization to lose a stronghold."

"And your trading partner has been killed by the bomb. You should be the one who was killed by the bomb."

"So I'll make that up for you."

boom!
The gunpowder smoke from the muzzle spewed out along with the flames, and Tequila's tall body fell forever, with a bloody hole on her forehead.

Gin put the gun in his arms, and the corpse let the vodka move into the trunk of the Porsche.

Before moving, Gin also specially told the vodka to be wrapped in a body bag, so as not to let the blood stain his car.

Vodka does exactly that.

After finishing all this, Vodka asked Gin: "Brother, could the person following Tequila be from the company, or the FBI?"

"Their rats seem to have a tight bite on tissue in recent years?"

Regarding Vodka's guess, Gin shook his head and denied it.

"If it was them, they would definitely find a way to catch the tequila instead of replacing the trade item with a bomb."

"It's not just these rats that are against the organization."

"The only ones who can take this kind of retaliatory action are those who are disgusting and insidious"

"The Innsmouth Man"

(End of this chapter)