Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 451: Revenge of the Maid! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"Don't be ridiculous, Detective Maori."

Hearing the accusation of Maori Kogoro, or Conan, the maid named Nakazawa Manami was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "You can't say anything without any evidence!"

"Since I dare to say this, I must have evidence!"

As Conan spoke, he looked confident.

He is the famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi. How could his reasoning be nonsense like that of some confused detective!

Since he dared to speak out his reasoning, it must be based on solid evidence!
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately turned their eyes to Kogoro Mori, who was lowering his head with an unclear expression, wanting to know what the so-called evidence he was talking about was, and whether Mayumi Nakazawa was the real culprit behind the murder of Daizo Kurokawa.

Noticing their gaze, Conan raised his eyebrows slightly. The next moment, Maori Kogoro's voice came out of his mouth again, "I think you must have taken off your slippers when you committed the crime, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Mayumi Nakazawa was shocked, "!!!"

Why does the man in front of me know this?

Could it be that the other party really knew what she had done and had some evidence against her?

Or is it that the other party is just deceiving her?
In her doubt, Conan continued his reasoning, "If you wear slippers, they will make noises on the floor. Then, you won't be able to approach him silently from behind without attracting Mr. Kurokawa's attention."

At this point, Conan paused, and a hint of sneer appeared in his tone, "But you may not have noticed that after you committed the crime, you accidentally stepped on the blood that sprayed on the floor."

"This can be confirmed by the unnatural shape of the bloodstain on the scene evidence A."

"So, there must be blood under the pair of white socks on your feet now!"

Hearing this, Mayumi Nakazawa subconsciously glanced at her socks, and sure enough, there was indeed a large stain of blood on her socks.

Seeing this scene, Mayumi Nakazawa couldn't help but grit her teeth and feel secretly resentful.

If she had known this, she would not have worn socks.

No, that's not right. If she didn't wear socks, the famous detective Kogoro Mouri would never have the chance to accuse her, and she would have been exposed first.

This is because, not wearing socks will indeed prevent the bloodstains from appearing in unnatural shapes, but unfortunately, they will leave toe prints on the ground. Such evidence is undoubtedly more irrefutable than blood on socks!
Seeing the annoyance on Mayumi Nakazawa's face, Conan said with a gloomy look, "After the crime, because the police came here to investigate the case, Miss Mayumi, you should not have had the opportunity to get close to the deceased. So can you please explain how the blood on your feet came from?"

"..."

Nakazawa Manami lowered her head and said nothing.

Because she really didn't know how to explain it or what she could explain.

Seeing this, how could Inspector Megure not know that what 'Mouri Kogoro' said was true, and the maid in front of him was really the murderer of Kurokawa Daizo. Instantly, his face became serious, "Ms. Mayumi, can we, the police, take the blood stains on your socks back for testing?"

"Daizo Kurokawa, he killed my husband with his own hands a year ago!" Nakazawa Manami lowered her head, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Now that Kogoro Mouri has said this, it would be difficult for her to deny the fact that she had committed murder even if she wanted to.

"So!" Hearing this, Kurokawa Daisuke, the son of Kurokawa Daizo, seemed to remember something and suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face, "You are the patient who had heart surgery on my father..."

"That's right!" Manami raised her head suddenly, her face full of resentment, "I am the wife of the patient that Daizo Kurokawa killed by performing surgery on him while drunk!"

When she said this, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth. "I just changed my hairstyle and name, but no one could recognize me! It seems that to you, that incident is just a trivial matter, right? How could such a trivial matter remain in your memory!"

"In order to file a lawsuit against Kurokawa Daizo, I approached people related to the hospital and asked them to provide testimony."

Nakazawa Manami lowered her head again, looking gloomy and ugly, "But, at that time, no one was willing to help me, because they were all afraid of Kurokawa's power!"

If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have chosen to risk going to jail and kill Kurokawa Daizo with her own hands.

Officer Megure sighed slightly, his tone a little low, "So, you avenged your husband?"

I originally thought that Mayumi Nakazawa attacked her employer for personal gain, but now it seems that the other party is also a poor person!
Mayumi Nakazawa nodded heavily, "Yes, today is the anniversary of my husband's death."

On the anniversary of her lover's death, she killed the murderer with her own hands. This was her revenge!
When she said this, she suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, "I don't regret it at all! Because I have avenged him! Hahahaha!!"

However, although she was smiling, she couldn't hide the tears flowing from her eyes.

Because, even if she killed Kurokawa Daizo now and avenged her husband, her husband would never come back!
After looking at her deeply, Officer Megure stepped forward and said, "Let's go!"

Although he felt very sorry for her experience, no matter how much sympathy he had, he would not touch the bottom line of the law and choose to let her go just because of sympathy.

Because, sympathy is sympathy, and law is law, and no matter how sympathetic you are, you must respect facts and laws.

Just imagine, if everything can be lynched, tit-for-tat, and revenge, then what is the purpose of laws in this society?
Without laws, how can society function properly?
If, when the victim's hands are covered in blood, he becomes the perpetrator again, wouldn't it become an endless cycle?

If people do not believe in the law and only believe in violence and underworld ethics, isn't this a social tragedy?
"..."

After looking at Nakazawa Manami being taken away by the police, Conan walked out from behind the cabinet, then looked up at Mouri Kogoro who was still sleeping, and sighed.

What a miserable person!
But a certain confused detective succeeded in a great feat while in his sleep. What luck he had!

……

Dr. Agasa's house, April 4, Saturday. "From Mr. Kudo Yusaku..."

Sitting on the stool, looking at the envelopes piled up on the coffee table, Conan curled his lips and said, "All of them are letters to my dad. Most of them are probably sent by his detective fans, right?"

Hearing his complaints, Dr. Agasa, who was wearing a pair of strange big glasses and seemed to be making some kind of machine, turned his head and said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot to congratulate you. I heard that the Dark Duke series of novels written by your father a while ago has recently topped the bestseller list in the United States!"

"Yes!" Conan frowned and looked at the workbench with flashing lights beside him. He always felt that it was about to explode. "But he is still in Switzerland now, and he often travels around the world. I still want to send him the letters from detective fans."

As he spoke, Conan sighed slightly, "This is really too much trouble!"

"Uh..." Dr. Agasa advised, "Just deal with it reluctantly. It's nothing."

"I know..." Conan gritted his teeth, then looked at the workbench flashing with blue light, with a little expectation in his eyes. "By the way, Doctor, what are you doing?"

Although many of the things Dr. Agasa made were actually scrap copper and iron, and his home would explode due to failed experiments, the products he made for him, such as the bow-shaped voice changer, foot-strengthening shoes, and the Junior Detective Team badge, were still quite useful.

If possible, he wouldn't mind getting a few more useful things from the other party.

"Are you going to make me new tools?"

Dr. Agasa waved his hand, "I'm sorry, but I'm not making those uncreative gadgets."

"Humans studied flying birds and eventually invented airplanes, but that's not enough!"

"Because no one has yet completed the mechanical theory of insect wing flapping, if I can develop my No. 1 as soon as possible and release it as a toy, I think it will definitely arouse strong interest among children all over the world! In this way, I will definitely make a lot of money and become a billionaire!"

As he spoke, he seemed to have imagined that beautiful scene, and Dr. Agasa couldn't help but burst into laughter...

"..." Speechlessly looking at the laughing Dr. Agasa and the mechanical mantis-like thing he placed on the workbench, Conan couldn't help but complain: "When will your dream come true? I'm tired of hearing it since I was a child..."

He had heard about the dream of becoming a millionaire from someone when he was a child, and now he can recite it by heart.

It’s a pity that after so many years, Dr. Agasa still hasn’t become a tycoon. As for becoming a billionaire, it is even an unattainable dream!

Obviously, his good neighbor does not have the talent to become a rich man!

"But, speaking of which..." Conan looked at the pile of letters on the table and couldn't help but sigh. He was a little absent-minded. "How come there is not a single letter written to me among so many letters? I guess I have been forgotten by this world?"

Although he knew that his father was very charming, among so many letters, there was not even one person who admired him. This really made him feel disappointed.

Didn't Kudo Shinichi just not appear in the public eye for a while? As a result, he was forgotten, without even a letter of concern for him?
People really forget easily!

"...Huh?" While complaining, Conan suddenly saw a special letter and was slightly stunned.

Because that letter was not to his father, Kudo Yusaku, but to him, or to be more precise, to his big-name high school detective Kudo Shinichi.

"This? Is it for me?"

"Moriya Teiji? Which Moriya Teiji?"

Looking at the sender's name in his hand, Conan was full of suspicion.

Who is Moriya Teiji?
How come he had never heard of this name?

And what is the purpose of the other party sending him this letter?
Could it be that he has some commission to ask for?
Thinking about it, Conan opened the envelope.

It said: "I am writing to you so suddenly, but to be honest, it was because I saw your performance as a high school detective on TV and in newspapers that I thought that if I had the honor, I would like to meet you and ask you some questions. By the way, I will host a garden tea party for celebrities from all walks of life at 3:30 p.m. on Tuesday, April 29th. If you are free at that time, I hope you will come and give me some advice."

"what's wrong?"

Dr. Agasa took off his funny glasses, put down his work, walked to Conan's side, and looked curiously at the letter in his hand and the invitation under the letter, "Someone invited you to a tea party?"

Looking at the contents of the letter in his hand, Conan couldn't help but look at the doctor beside him: "Doctor, do you know this person named Teiji Moriya?"

"Of course I know him!" Dr. Agasa pondered for a moment and nodded gently, "He is a professor in the Department of Architecture at Toudou University and one of the leading architects in Japan."

After hearing this, Conan became even more curious, "Why would such a famous architect invite me?"

He should have no intersection with this great architect, right?

"Well." Dr. Agasa touched his double chin and made a bold guess, "Since he is an architect, he can also be considered an artist. Maybe he also needs to constantly receive new stimulation?"

When he said this, Dr. Agasa raised his finger with a look of pride on his face, "Besides, Professor Moritani and I are both gifted geniuses, hahahaha..."

As he spoke, Dr. Agasa laughed again.

"…A gifted genius?"

Looking at the extremely proud Dr. Agasa and the mechanical mantis on the workbench that the other party had been busy making for the whole morning, but with a "click" it turned directly into a pile of scrap metal, Conan's mouth twitched slightly.

If this is considered a genius with extraordinary talent, then isn't Kudo Shinichi a genius among geniuses?
Thinking of this, Conan shook his head and made a decision in his heart.

No matter who that Moriya Teiji is and what his purpose is in looking for him, he will know when he goes to see him on April 29th!
(End of this chapter)