Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 214 How many times do I have to ask

Everyone waited with bated breath for him to name the murderer, but "Moori Kogoro" started reasoning.

He sat on the top floor of the bombed and riddled submarine restaurant, as if sitting in his own back garden, and said comfortably and slowly:

"It can be seen from the handprint on Ms. Yamauchi's back that the murderer is right-handed; but in the photo shown to us by the Megure Police Department, Murakami is left-handed."

"So, who is the murderer?" The others were still puzzled.

Shiratori, who was doing first aid, stopped for a while, and Nishina Minoru, who was lying flat in front of him, suddenly spit out a puff of water, and then coughed violently.It is not known whether the first aid from the Shiratori Police Department had an effect, or whether Minoru Nishina himself was sobered up by the sudden turn of events.

The suspenseful atmosphere lingering at the scene made Conan feel more comfortable, his thinking became clearer, and his voice was full of confidence:

"Don't you think it's strange that the murderer is obviously the same, but some attacks are just like a joke, and they will be injured but not fatal; some are like what happened to Hiroki Tsuji and Nana Koyama, and they will die if they happen."

"Is that so?" Mumu Police Department touched his stomach inexplicably, "It turned out that the murderer was playing with me... I thought I could survive because of my fat."

"Uh... In short, it's better to think of it this way. The reason why the murderer attacked me in reverse order of numbers was not that he wanted to take revenge on me, but that the names of the people he really wanted to kill contained numbers, so he used the conflict between Murakami Takeshi and me to make this one." To make a show, so as to cover up his real purpose, and push all the crimes to Murakami."

"..."

This conjecture is really bold, but I don’t know if it’s because the tone of "Moori Kogoro" is too firm, and the more I listen to it, the more reasonable it is...

The Mumu Police Department is as worried about the usual Maori Kogoro as it is to trust the "sleeping Kogoro".

Full of expectation, he asked the question that he had already asked twice, "Since you have said that, you should know who the murderer is, right?"

"Yes, the murderer is among us." Conan said, feeling that something was wrong, he couldn't help sticking his head out from behind the pillar, and glanced at the "white tree" squatting next to Nishina Minoru.

After reasoning until now, it feels really...

So happy! !
The reasoning should have been step-by-step and interlocking in this way! ! !

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, and retracted his head with peace of mind. He still didn't say who the murderer was, but asked a question as he was used to before:
"Officer Shiratori, what did you do before giving artificial respiration to Mr. Nishina?"

"Ah?", Shiratori was suddenly named, he didn't understand the intention of "Moori Kogoro", and said truthfully inexplicably, "Of course, we should clean up the foreign objects first, let him tilt his head back, and unblock his airway..."

Speaking of this, Conan suddenly interrupted him: "If you don't confirm that the airway is unobstructed, but pretend to be artificial respiration, and actually block the mouth and nose of the drowning person secretly, what will happen?"

"How? Of course he died!", Shiratori suddenly realized when he said this.

He let out an "ah", turned his head awkwardly, and looked at Sawaki Fair, who had volunteered to do artificial respiration for Minoru Nishina before: "Aren't you trying to say..."

"That's right, the person who killed Mr. Asahi, Ms. Koyamauchi, and also tried to kill Mr. Tsujihiro and Mr. Nishina is—"

He originally wanted to lift Kogoro Mori's arm as usual, pointing at the murderer full of momentum... But the flower bed was a bit wide, and he couldn't reach anything hiding behind the pillar, so he had to give up this idea regrettably, and announced the answer directly, "Sawaki fair!"

"Nonsense..." Of course, Sawaki Fairy wanted to refute as usual, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly went into a trance, and shivered in a less obvious way.At that moment, it seemed that a fine layer of ice net penetrated his skull and swept across his brain... Fortunately, this terrifying sense of exposure lasted for a short time, and soon disappeared.

He stood there in a daze, and after a moment he shook his head vigorously, thinking that it was an illusion caused by the sea breeze blowing in his wet clothes.

……

At the same time, they were tens of meters down from where they were.

Bai Shu withdrew his gaze looking upwards, knotted a few knots in the translucent object with the length of an index finger, and pressed it against the bronze mirror without pausing.

After watching it struggling to sink into the mirror like an earthworm, Bai Shu put the bronze mirror back into his pocket, looked at the huge and complicated bomb in front of him, "Destroy this..."

Two fingers slid across a certain line like scissors, and the thick wire snapped.

Originally, dismantling the bomb was not in his plan, he wanted the door panel to adapt to the situation, anyway, the bird is idle... whoever wants to turn his head after grabbing the nail, just in time to see this thing installed nearby, it is impossible to dismantle it Easier.

Bai Shu glanced at the useless marine garbage with satisfaction, turned around and floated up.

……

On the roof of the underwater restaurant.

Because of Sawaki Fairy's sudden shock, he couldn't say the words of defense he originally wanted to say.

After such a short pause, Conan has already pointed out the evidence that he killed Nana Koyama.

——He speculated that there was a red wine cork painted by Koyama Nana in a certain pocket of Fairy Sawaki. In the dark, when she was attacked, her potential exploded, she turned around and grabbed the murderer, and secretly put this small object in his pocket.That's when the false nail fell off.

When Sawaki struggled to keep up with his thinking and touched his pockets slowly, "Mouri Kogoro" had already begun to talk about his criminal motives:
"I thought maybe it was a taste disorder. Conan told me that in the kitchen, he had seen Sawaki taste the peppers in the cabinet. The tongue is the life of the taster, and they don't usually come into contact with spicy things like this... As for the cause The cause of dysgeusia, I've heard it's usually related to head trauma, and mental stress."

"Head injury?", the police officer's thinking was finally mobilized, and Mu Mu instantly thought of something, "The car accident that Ms. Xiaoshanchi mentioned before, could it be the victim..."

"That's right." A voice interrupted him, but it wasn't from Conan.

Sawaki looked down at the bottle cork in his hand, and the big head on it grinned, as if laughing at his lack of success.

Perhaps it was out of resentment that had been suppressed for a long time, or perhaps Sawaki Fair had finally awakened the basic skills of prisoners in this world...

In short, after seeing this evidence that was not in the plan, he broke the can and broke it. Not only did he start to help the decent people answer difficult questions, but he also took the initiative to produce new evidence, just like a little assistant to explain.

——What he took out from his inner pocket was a soaked playing card.

The back is the familiar black and red grid, and the front is the only unused ace of spades among the thirteen chapter cards.

(End of this chapter)