Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

[Edogawa, Mr. Kobayashi just called the doctor and said that all the sports shoes in your desk and locker have disappeared. 】

Thinking of the conversation between himself and Haibara Ai in the car in the afternoon, Conan opened his eyes that were blurred by the wind and glanced at the Maori Detective Agency.

Someone must have discovered his identity again. There is still the atmosphere of the organization in the Rice Flower Forest. Is it Gin this time, or is it a new member of the organization...

As for Belmod, although Conan didn't believe her. This woman always approached him...and Xiaolan with purpose, but he did admit that she was good to her brother, and she had known her identity for a long time. She could have done it if she really wanted to. If you shoot yourself to death, there is no need to collect evidence now.

[I can only hope that the person collecting evidence is Belmode...]

Finding that the Shinkansen reminder had arrived in Tokyo, Conan glanced at his watch and returned his attention to the case. Ending this serial murder case is now the top priority.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Waiting at the door of the train, he held his skateboard and rushed down as soon as the door opened, sliding towards the ticket gate of the station.

There were still three and ten minutes before the death of Nanako Moto and the fire in the hotel. If he was fast enough, he might be able to catch up. He must stop Mr. Mizutani.

"Damn it, there's a festival in Tokyo tonight, and the road ahead is blocked!"

Jumping down the road, Conan landed the skateboard on the embankment river. He pressed the accelerator button on the skateboard to make it reach the fastest speed. At the next intersection, he bounced again and successfully landed on the sidewalk of the bridge, kissing him. A couple was so scared.

"Feel sorry!"

Everything around Tokyo Tower has been extinguished because the tower is closed. There are no people around now. The only thing shining in the dark environment are some warning lights on the tower.

The power went out when the skateboard stopped at the gate. After stepping on it twice, he found that there was no response. Conan didn't care about anything and ran directly to the locked door and sneaked in under the blind spot of the security guard.

"That's weird. Was there such a skateboard over there just now?"

Sitting in the security room, the 50-year-old security guard held chopsticks in one hand and a white wine glass in the other. There was a table of fried potatoes, sausages and other snacks in front of him, and he drank alone.

"Forget it, it's just my eyesight..."

Worried about being discovered by security, Conan first climbed the stairs to the second floor from the emergency exit, and then took the elevator directly to the exhibition hall.

Against the backdrop of the neon lights outside, the elevator door slowly opened, and the white elevator lights shone into the exhibition hall. Conan looked at the man with a white back, adjusted his glasses, and walked out gently.

"Mr. Mizutani, please give up your murder plan tonight."

The man slowly turned around. He was obviously very young, but his face looked extremely old and lifeless.

[This is worse than uncle...]

"I'm really surprised. I thought it was the police who came, but it turned out to be a primary school student like you."

Realizing that Mizutani seemed to be very familiar with him, Conan was stunned for a moment and immediately understood something.

"Sawamura Shun is with you?"

"No, he just told me about the case you were investigating."

Mizutani Kosuke picked up a bottle of red wine from the table next door, opened it, and poured it for himself: "He also persuaded me to surrender and was willing to bear the responsibility of killing with me."

"But this is wrong. You are a murderer. He shouldn't tell you." Looking at Conan blankly, Mizutani took a sip of red wine.

"It is human nature to be partial to justice. Little brother, if you cannot recognize this, you will never be a real detective. At best, you will only be a decryption master who uses the case as a riddle."

"Ah... I've known it for a long time, but I still don't want a guy who obviously didn't kill anyone to be used as a scapegoat, so that's why I came here."

The primary school student took out a document from his back: "This is the employee certificate of Mr. Honami's company. After I called and said that he was related to this case, the president over there faxed it to me impatiently."

[Of course, I borrowed the name of the famous detective Uncle Kogoro. 】

"hateful!"

A voice that did not belong to the two people sounded in the darkness. Conan chuckled and slowly turned to the position where the voice was spoken: "It's a shame. I'm afraid that after this time, Mr. Mizutani's patent to enter the Niyori Company, Mr. Honami, will only be forced into this industry." I've spurned it."

After the death of Nanako Motogami, Mizutani signed the patent to Kazuki Motogami as compensation for the Motogami family, and he therefore entered the company Mizutani was originally going to join.

"How did you find out that I was the real murderer?"

Holding a 1911 in his hand, Kazuki Honami appeared in Conan's sight while holding the glass. He looked very angry, as if he had a shot to kill the idea of ​​​​a child dressed like a dog.

"No, how can a child like you think too much? It must be that mustache named Mouri Kogoro, so..."

[Hey, uncle’s strength has been praised again...]

While on the Shinkansen, Conan had been thinking about a question, what would have happened if Mizutani Kosuke had not left the hotel that night to invite Sawamura Shun to join his team again.Neither Nanako nor Kosuke Mizutani will die in the fire... No, they should both die in the fire.

"Hattori...the detective told me that he went to the hotel to observe at night. The hotel owner said that the remaining emergency exit doors that were burned in the fire two years ago had been replaced and placed in the warehouse. After he asked to open the warehouse, it was indeed inside. Found clues."

Conan put his hands behind his back vigilantly and quietly opened the anesthesia needle, preparing to stun him before Honami and its tree exploded.

"Oh, what traces?"

Kazuki Honami put away his gun that was originally aimed at Conan, and seemed to be very interested in the so-called trace.

"On the door of the emergency exit on the fifth floor, Hattori found a black tape sticker, which is provided by the hotel for each room.

"This doesn't mean anything. It's just something that's in every room. Maybe some kid who stayed in the hotel stuck it on the door as a prank before the fire."

Kazuki Motogami glanced at Kosuke Mizutani who had been standing next to him, and slowly moved away from him.

"Indeed, but the hotel's cleaning staff will clean on time at eight o'clock every afternoon. Hattori stayed there specially. The hotel's cleaning staff will even wipe the emergency exit door from beginning to end, not to mention a piece of tape stuck on it. ”

"Could it be that..." Mizutani staggered: "The only one who died in the fire two years ago was Nanako, and that was what she left behind."

"That's right, Mr. Honami, can you tell us what's stuck to the end of the tape? It seems to have been burned because of the fire." Conan looked at Kazuki Honami quietly.

"Okay." Kazuki Honami raised the pistol again: "Anyway, I lost my job, and now I have nothing to hide."

Under Mizutani's disbelieving eyes, Honami grinned and showed a healthy smile: "I heard the sound of Didi Lala, it was probably the mobile phone pendant I gave her..." (End of Chapter)