Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Uncle Mori and Inspector Megure, with a puzzled look in their heads, looked at the repairman who said this.

"That's right. Finding out the death message left by the president only means finding out who the criminal wants to frame." Hattori nodded and said.

"How did the criminal make the president believe that it was Mr. Iwatomi who committed the crime?" asked Inspector Megure.

This case is really too complicated.

"Are there any characteristics or noteworthy aspects of this Mr. Iwatomi?" Conan found the easy-to-talk Takagi.

Someone else might not care about his child's problems.

"Um……"

"Mr. Iwatomi, who often plays golf, has thirty pairs of white shoes, all of which are brand-name golf shoes. I heard that he maintains them every week."

Officer Takagi found a piece of information worthy of attention in his notebook, which he discovered when he visited the victim to inquire.

"Yes, the problem does occur in the lower body." Lin Feng nodded.

"Next, this is it."

Hattori stood by the wall and said while looking at the calendar.

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Uncle Maori asked, folding his arms.

One or two of them, none of them can speak clearly.

"After the president was murdered on the 29th of last month, this toy company has ceased to operate, right?" Conan asked Officer Megure.

"That's right." Inspector Megure nodded and took a look at the white lines and bloodstains on the ground.

At least in this office, no one should have moved since the police were called on the 30th.

"Oh, that's strange. Is it Officer Takagi?"

"Tear up last month's calendar?" Conan looked at Takagi with a puzzled look.

Gao Mu was confused, and then immediately shook his head and said: "I, how could I do such a thing!"

Conan, why do I always get caught up in things like destroying crime scenes?
"So, the four employees discovered the body early in the morning on the 30th. They shouldn't have been in the mood to tear up the calendar and call the police, right?" Uncle Maori also showed a puzzled look.

"Takagi, have you contacted these four?" Officer Megure confirmed.

"Yes, it's probably coming soon..."

……

"Why did you call us here so late?"

"I say, you don't really suspect that I have anything to do with this murder, do you?"

"I heard that the murderer seemed to have committed the murder because of a failed theft attempt."

"Why should we be suspected by you for no reason?"

Soon all four of them arrived, and as soon as they entered the door, they started to argue with Inspector Megure with their own remarks.

"Um, may I ask, did anyone touch this calendar on the day you found the deceased?" Hattori interrupted the spell casting of several people and asked, pointing at the calendar on the wall.

"A calendar?"

"I don't think anyone will touch this thing. Usually the president tears it up himself. If we do, we might get scolded."

Vice President Iwatomi Sou, a middle-aged man in his fifties, said as he looked at the idol calendar on the wall.

This calendar has swimsuit idols on the cover every month. The president, who likes super idols, has the habit of tearing them off and keeping them.

"I see. Are the torn calendars placed in the room?"

Hattori and Conan exchanged glances, and the two of them entered the president's room one after the other.

"Now that everyone is here, Officer Gao Mu, you can lie down." Lin Feng stood up and kindly pulled Gao Mu to the place where the deceased was. "Me, me?" Gao Mu blinked and asked, but still obeyed the order honestly and lay on the floor sideways.

"I felt very strange when I held the golf club. There was a wall on one side and a table on the other. It was too awkward for the criminal to swing the club and commit the crime. He couldn't exert any strength."

Lin Feng pressed one hand against the wall and the other on the table, and said with a smile.

The distance between them is less than one and a half meters.

It was too difficult to hit the green with one shot, so the criminal swung the club several times in a row, leaving many scratches on the floor.

"That's right..." Takagi said while lying on the ground, looking up at the repairman.

So, is there any reason why the criminals must place the dead here?

"Officer Takagi, look at me." Lin Feng smiled, stepped back, walked around the wide table and stood on the other side of the table.

“……”Inspector Megure stood aside, watching Lin Feng walk around in a circle, and couldn’t help but reveal a speechless expression.

What's the game here?
It doesn’t matter, I’m not alone, and Maori brother doesn’t seem to understand either…

"Me, I can only see shoes and pants."

Officer Takagi imitated the tied-up dead man, turned over and looked at the other side of the table, but because of the viewing angle and the table blocking his view, he could only see the repairman's shoes and calves.

"I understand!" Inspector Megure also leaned under the table to take a look, and then showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

shoe!

When talking about shoes, one will think of Vice President Iwatomi Sou!

If the criminal was wearing white golf shoes at the time, the president would probably naturally think that the criminal was Iwatomi Sou!

This is the method of shifting the blame.

"On the day of the crime, the president was probably attacked and passed out, so he didn't have a chance to see the criminal's face."

"Next, the criminal tied his hands and feet, threw him against the wall, set up a camera in the corner, stood aside, and showed the golf shoes to the president."

"Then watch the TV to see if the president left the message you wanted before his death."

"The information identifying the murderer as Vice President Yan Fuchuang." Lin Feng said, pointing at the unlucky guy Yan Fuchuang.

"I?!"

"Why!" Yan Fuchuang was shocked and asked in confusion.

"How do we know? You should ask him himself about this." Hattori and Conan walked out of the president's room with a calendar in their hands.

With this, we know who the murderer is!
"Is this the torn calendar?" Inspector Megure took the calendar from Hattori, opened it and took a look.

This, this?

Bloodstains!
"Inspector Megure, do you remember that leather coat I wore when I committed the crime? It seemed like the shoulder of the coat had rubbed against something?"

"I think that when the murder was committed, the criminal's bloody shoulder accidentally rubbed against the calendar."

Hattori nodded and looked at Mr. Jun Hasami, the tallest of the four employees who was in charge of business.

The other person looked to be between thirty and forty years old. He spoke very little since he entered the door and seemed quite honest.

"You probably discovered the bloodstains on this calendar the next morning when you came here with the others."

"But at that time, there was no time or space to go out and throw it away. In desperation, I secretly tore it off and put it in the president's room, mixing it with other calendars."

Facing Hattori's questioning, Hasami Jun remained silent.

Lin Feng stood beside the cabinet by the window, looking at the various toys on it, and sniffed hard from time to time, making a loud sniffing sound.

"Brother Lin Feng..." (End of this chapter)