Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 196 looks very intimate!
"Yes, the prisoner is indeed the person living in Room 304."

"Mr. Tahara!"

The murder weapon has been found by the police, and the real culprit in the case is about to be revealed.

"Then what was the time of his crime?" Officer Henggou looked at Lin Feng.

"Do you still remember that at about 7:50, he once entered the villa and helped us get beer and soda?" Lin Feng asked.

"I have an impression of this. He even ordered two dishes from me." The owner of the villa nodded.

The time when the other party ordered food was probably around eight o'clock, because not long after, the call from the TV station came.

"It seems like this. Before he ordered from you, he just killed someone from upstairs." Lin Feng smiled.

The boss was also in bad luck today.

"That gunshot, and that phone call that Mr. Sunaoka made to me after recording his lines?" Uncle Maori also looked at the script writer.

Because he wrote the script and was very familiar with the lines in the series, after meeting the four of us in the afternoon, the other party came up with the idea of ​​using recordings to communicate.

No wonder the other party had a gloomy face all the time, but after entering the villa and returning with a beer, his smile became more numerous.

In order to prove that Mr. Sunaoka was killed after talking on the phone in the room, Tahara Toshiaki did not dare to pick up the phone in the other party's room.

"Then what did Mr. Tahara use to call you?"

"Huh, who are you detectives? Even if the murder weapon does appear in my room, it doesn't mean it must be mine."

It is not difficult to find firecrackers with satisfactory sound power by searching around the market and trying them in a deserted place.

"Is that really weird?"

Conan raised his head and asked three questions in succession.

"Ah, uncle Maori, I remember Mr. Sunaoka's mobile phone. It seems to be in room 301, right?"

"That's right, your idea of ​​dragging us in as witnesses was born after you saw us in the afternoon. I'm afraid you don't have the time or the means to do anything on the phone."

"Is that what you thought, so you didn't throw it away?" Lin Feng nodded.

Moreover, there is a hunting ground next to the villa. When they heard the sound echoing in the valley, everyone's first reaction was that someone was shooting for hunting.

It's not impossible to frame the blame or something.

People who write scripts have too many twists and turns in their heads.

The detective's question turned Tahara Toshiaki's face into the color of liver.

"After he returned to the Garden Restaurant, he excused himself that he had a sudden inspiration and wanted to record it quickly, and sat down at a table in the corner."

"As for the gunshots, I'm afraid they were caused by throwing firecrackers and the like into the valley after the call ended when we weren't paying attention." Uncle Maori also figured it out.

Lin Feng patted the doubtful Uncle Maori on the shoulder.

"Finding a good opportunity, I dialed the uncle's phone number with my mobile phone and played the recording." Lin Feng paused here.

"I think this is a conspiracy by the prisoner to frame the blame on me." Tahara Toshiaki stood up and looked at the producer and manager.

This can be considered a risky move.

As long as you check the call records carefully, there will most likely be flaws.

"In addition, Officer Henggou, please take off Mr. Tahara's shoes. There is a piece of conclusive evidence below."

Officer Henggou nodded, and without any explanation, he took off Tahara Toshiaki's shoes in front of everyone.

"There was a small shard of glass in the gap under his right shoe!" Officer Henggou showed it to everyone.

"glass shards?"

"Could it be that it was in room 301?" Uncle Maoli thought of the bullet hole in the floor-to-ceiling window. "Well, we said before that after he fired the bullet and created the bullet hole, he returned to Room 301, closed the curtains, and collected all the glass fragments and bullets."

"And the fragment under his feet should have been left behind when he shot Mr. Sunaoka with a crossbow and faked the scene." Lin Feng looked at Tahara Toshiaki, who was a little panicked.

Those very small scratches on the floor leading to room 304 were caused by this glass shard.

After Mr. Sunaoka's body was discovered, no one else entered the room. As long as the traces were compared, there would be no doubt about the murder.

"I surrender." Tahara Toshiaki lowered his head when he was told, but he still looked unwilling.

"Mr. Tahara, why is this?" Tanigawa Noe couldn't help but ask.

"Humph, that guy actually looks down on my script, finds faults everywhere, and blames it all on me when he's not popular. I can't stand it anymore!"

"Actually, I also hope to be able to plan a perfect crime that no producer, actor, or even the police, including real detectives, can solve."

"As for my prey, it is naturally Sabao Hanai, and Sunaoka is the ideal candidate."

Tahara Toshiaki revealed his motives.

Conan stood far away and couldn't help but shook his head.

In fact, if tonight's case is adapted into a TV series, it may not be a big hit.

It is simply unreasonable to kill someone for this.

"You went out in the afternoon to experiment with the sound of firecrackers, right?" Lin Feng asked the last question.

When being questioned by police officer Henggou, Tahara Toshiaki told a little lie, saying that he stayed in the room all afternoon.

In fact, Lin Feng and the others met each other when they arrived at the villa to check in.

"Yes, I was still a little nervous at the time and wanted to test it one last time." Tahara Toshiaki, who was handcuffed, let out a sigh of relief.

There were constant gunshots in the hunting ground, and the firecrackers I chose were mixed in, but there was no big difference.

The case was solved that night, and Officer Henggou happily held the repairman's hands.

"As expected of Mr. Mori's disciple!"

How do you say that?

Famous teachers make great disciples!
It's just a pity that I didn't see the sleeping detective tonight.

"Disciple???" Lin Feng turned to look at Uncle Maori.

When did I become this person’s disciple…

"Isn't that so? That's what everyone said." Officer Henggou looked at the two of them doubtfully.

"I need to clarify." The repairman shook his head quickly.

I am not the disciple of some sleeping famous detective.

"What is there to clarify about this kind of thing!" Uncle Maoli laughed and hugged Lin Feng's shoulders.

Boy, don’t forget, I’m still paying for tonight’s accommodation!

"I'll just say it!" Officer Henggou looked at the two people and couldn't help but nodded.

It looks so intimate!
"As a disciple of Kogoro Mouri, of course I can handle this kind of case easily!" The uncle smiled a bit exaggeratedly.

"Well……"

Conan raised his head, not knowing what to say.

(End of this chapter)