Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Yes, Mr. Kimura's wife just called. It seems that she just realized today that she took the wrong coat."

"It seems that Mr. Kimura went out to take photos."

"Mr. Maori, his wife told me that a strange man came to their house this morning. He had a scar on his right elbow that looked like a burn."

"Mr. Kimura said he wanted to go to Lake Mika to take photos..."

In the Lemon Bar, owner Inoue was talking on the phone to a detective, totally unaware that a dog-headed detective was eavesdropping by the open door.

"Hello there!"

Conan waited until the other party hung up the phone before walking into the store.

"I remember you are Mr. Mori's child, right?" Mr. Inoue picked up the suitcase on the table and put it on the counter, looking at the child in front of him and recalled.

"Well, I came here with my uncle before to ask questions." Conan nodded with a smile, and then sat on the bar stool.

"Well, kid, would you like something to drink?" Mr. Inoue asked as he pretended to wipe the cup.

"Give me a glass of ice water, please!"

Conan looked at the transparent glass cup handed to him and couldn't help but smile.

"Mr. Inoue, I'm curious."

"Why are there no fingerprints of yours on the cup?" the famous detective asked in a pretentious tone while picking up the cup.

This is a common tactic to make people let down their guard.

"Yes, is that so..." Inoue forced a smile and did not answer, trying to cover it up.

"That's weird. The outer wall of the ice water cup is covered with water vapor, so it's easy to leave fingerprints on it."

Conan was still observing the cup, like a studious elementary school student.

"Little boy, it's about time for you to go back. Your uncle is about to go out too." Mr. Inoue ignored the Grim Reaper, turned his head to look at the clock, and spoke.

"Mr. Inoue."

"No, I should call you Mr. Ukita Hiroshi. Are you in a hurry to go to Lake Mika?"

Conan put the water cup on the table and spoke again. His tone and expression had changed, and it was obvious that he was going to perform a little reasoning drama.

"You, what are you talking about?!" The bar owner's face changed drastically, he took a step back slightly, and there was a bit of panic in his words.

My own name, my own name was actually known by a little kid.

"Sure enough, in addition to losing weight, you have also had plastic surgery." Conan knew it was safe when he saw the other person's expression.

Three years ago, my uncle caught a thief named Hiroshi Ukita.

However, Mr. Ukita weighed about 100 kilograms at that time, and he looks like two completely different people compared to Mr. Inoue, whose facial features have been slightly adjusted and who has lost weight.

"..."

Hiroshi Ukita held the cup cloth in his hand and stared at the Shinigami elementary school student in front of him without saying a word.

"Although you've had plastic surgery, your thick lips don't seem to have changed. After reading the newspaper, I felt a little familiar."

"Then I remembered that the criminal had tried twice in succession, failed twice, and fled in a hurry without leaving a single fingerprint."

"Maybe it's true as that guy said. The criminal may have completely eliminated fingerprints."

Conan faced the suspect alone, not afraid at all. He put his finger on his chin and started to reason.

Just as Lin Feng said.

This person eliminated fingerprints.

As for the methods of removing fingerprints, there are still many. In addition to the most basic glue peeling, you can also go to a beauty salon and use some instruments to do it painlessly.

"I think the fact that there are no fingerprints cannot be used as any evidence of a crime, right?" Hiroshi Ukita took a deep breath, looked at his fingers and asked.

"of course."

"But you know best whether the non-existent Mrs. Kimura called you." Conan nodded and then shook his head. A fake identity cannot withstand a careful investigation by the police. How would you explain that a non-existent person called your store?

Just give out a random phone number?
This person was so anxious to trick Uncle Maori into going to Mihua Lake that he probably couldn't hold back and was eager to take action.

Also, I don’t know what’s in the suitcase that was just placed on the table.

"Little friend, who are you?"

Hiroshi Ukita was stunned by what he said.

Yes, after I went to Mihua Lake and killed someone, how could I clear myself of suspicion?

Because of my impatience, I did something stupid, and now it seems that things are a bit difficult to deal with...

"Edogawa Conan."

"He's a detective." After a long time, Conan said this again with the reflection of his glasses.

"A detective..."

"That guy who comes here every night, must have discovered it a long time ago." Hiroshi Ukita had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

The man named Lin Feng, Maori Kogoro's disciple, who eats more than a dozen servings of fried noodles every night, may have done it on purpose.

I followed the other person in the middle of the night that day. We were dozens of meters apart and were almost discovered.

"He."

"I don't think you can fool him." Conan said, shaking his head.

The tip about fingerprints was given by the repairman.

Even if Lin Feng couldn't find him, this person couldn't escape Noah's Ark's pursuit.

"Is that so? Then why doesn't he come to catch me?" Hiroshi Ukita looked strange.

These three days were the most tiring days for him since he opened the store a few months ago.

"That rascal……"

Conan really wanted to say that the guy didn't care what you wanted to do, but he changed his words when they came to his lips.

"That person may think that your dishes are very creative and your cooking skills are very good."

"He probably wants you to understand this, give up the idea of ​​revenge, and move on."

Conan's speaking skills are still acceptable. Unless the person is an extremely vicious person, most people would basically start to repent in their hearts after hearing these words at this stage.

"..."

"Three years ago, I had a girlfriend who was about to get married, and I wanted to raise some money as soon as possible."

"After being caught by the Maori detectives, my girlfriend broke up with me and married someone else."

"After I learned about this incident in prison, I felt like my life had lost its meaning and the sky had fallen."

"It was as if someone was telling me in my head, 'Kill him, kill him, I must get revenge!'"

Hiroshi Ukita was leaning against the wine cabinet. When he said this, he looked up at the ceiling and laughed a few times.

"Losing weight, getting plastic surgery, opening a bar, using free invitations to lure Maori detectives into the trap, I've already thought of everything..."

Hearing this, Conan couldn't help but say, "You already own a bar, and things will get better and better."

Don't be stupid to kill people just for this reason!
What happened to our Beika Town?
A psychologist is urgently needed!

"You're right, but maybe I should open a restaurant."

Hearing the continuous sound of sirens coming from outside the house, Hiroshi Ukita seemed to come out of a certain state and a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Detective, would you like to eat fried noodles..." (End of this chapter)