Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 46 Crooked, your head is online

He rubbed his fingertips, looked back at Bai Shu, and said kindly, "Did you suspect me because you happened to see me picking up this pen?"

No, I doubted you because of the spoiler.

...Of course this cannot be said.

In order for him to turn himself in at ease, Bai Shu recalled various clues, and answered him pretendingly, "No, it's because you have too many flaws. And you're overconfident—the information that surveillance can leave is far more powerful than you imagined." many."

"That's right! The way I threw the pen and rubbed the paper, there's something wrong at first glance!", the boss of Zhenzhong actually became proud.

"...", Bai Shu pushed him to the ground with one finger, and he was startled, which affected him to release his domineering aura.

"The pen in your hand is the pen used by the boss Zhenzhong in the surveillance. He heard your voice and wanted to write your name down, but after he got it, he realized that this pen could not write written on the wall, and the label he tore off on the wall was also a note that you prepared in advance, with the words 'クボタ' written on it."

He was forced to write "fake" death messages.

"So that's how it is." Director Ochiai laughed twice, with a bit of fatigue and relief in his voice, "The pictures on the monitor and what happened today are my favorite works that I have rehearsed many times. I didn't expect such a It's easy to see, it's because I underestimated you a little bit."

Bai Shu thought for a while, and felt that he had said all he had to say, so he went straight to the point, "Surrender yourself."

……

When the two confronted each other in the bathroom, Conan also came to the same conclusion with more and more information.

He quickly saw through the lie, but when he looked up, he realized that the real murderer had disappeared without a trace.

Originally, I wanted to slowly guide Mori Kogoro to find out the truth, but now, Director Ochiai slipped away, Kubota was about to be taken away, and it would be too late. Small watch cover, sorry uncle.

Mori Kogoro felt numb at the back of his neck, and sat down beside him in a dizzy state. After listing the evidence with his voice changer, Conan concluded, "... Based on all the clues, the murderer is the curator of this art museum. , Mr. Ochiai."

His reasoning sounded very reasonable, and Mu Mu subconsciously wanted to check with Director Ochiai, only to find out that the curator was missing.

Did he really abscond in fear of crime?

Just as the police were about to search for it, the door of the exhibition hall was suddenly opened, and curator Ochiai walked in through the door.

The staff looked at this kind old man, and no one could speak. As the focus of all eyes, the old man was not flustered. He looked up at the others and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Curator Ochiai's demeanor looks much more stable and elegant than Kubota's.

The Mumu Police Department didn’t dare to press him like they yelled at Kubota just now, but just asked, “Director, do you have an alibi when the incident happened around 04:30 in the afternoon?”

"At that time." Hearing this sentence, the old man immediately understood that more than one person had deduced his plan.

He twirled his beard helplessly, "At that time, I was waiting for someone to make an appointment."

"Great! Who is that person, come and testify?" It's good to have an alibi. It seems that the detective was wrong.The employees who were worried about him breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he breathed a sigh of relief, Ochiai continued, "At that time, I was wearing armor, standing in this exhibition room, waiting for that devil who kept going back and forth—Boss Manaka."

"Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to punish Kubota, but the detectives' brains are much better than mine." He looked at Mori Kogoro, who was sleeping on the ground, with a complex look on his face.

Detectives?
Conan caught the point, and his attention was drawn away from the case, only then did he realize that there was no sign of Bai Shu in the room.Could it be that just now...he brought back the curator Ochiai who had slipped away?
Conan couldn't help laughing. This time, he didn't rush to find Bai Shu for verification, but slowly ignited his fighting spirit.

In the future, he will be able to find evidence to solve the case ahead of that person's intuition.

Outside the exhibition hall, Bai Shu leaned on the corridor separated by a wall and listened to the whole process.

The chubby soul under his feet is still biting his fingers angrily, "What knight and devil, it sounds like he is a hero, he is obviously a brutal executioner! The art gallery I bought is my problem, how to run it, shut him up What's up!"

Bai Shu squatted down, opened his hand towards him, and the teleportation array emerged from his hand, he said concisely, "Be a good person in your next life."

……

The case started quickly and ended quickly.But for the reporter, such a short time is enough to hear the wind and rush to the scene.

When he went out, a crowd of melon-eaters and reporters surrounded the entrance of the art museum. Mori Kogoro had just woken up from anesthesia, rubbing his neck with a dazed expression.However, when the camera came close to his face, he subconsciously smiled confidently, and waved his hands in a V with a smile.

Bai Shu pretended to be a passer-by, slipped away in a low-key manner, walked around the crowd, and walked towards Kogoro Mori's car.

When he opened the rear door, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at a white Mazda parked across the road.

……

"He seems to be looking at you."

Behind the sun visor of the Mazda, a dark-skinned young man with tea hair held the steering wheel with one hand and rested his chin in the other, watching the plain car opposite.

The woman on the co-pilot snorted coldly and brushed her soft black hair that fell to her waist, "He just noticed someone in the car and took a casual look."

The woman's name is Xuecun Ling, who used to be the death god of Mo's feelings, but now, she is a criminal of Mo's feelings.

Three years ago, the person she loved died because of being an undercover agent for an organization. Two months later, she also died of drunk driving.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that not only was she not dead, but she had also inexplicably become a god of death.

Some rules and responsibilities of the god of death vaguely appeared in his mind, but Xue Cunling didn't respond at all, and only wanted to use this power that fell from the sky to revive the white moonlight in his heart.

In the resurrection process, the necessary sacrifice is another god of death.

The woman looked at the car on the opposite side, and a cold light flashed across her eyes. The car was filled with cold air instantly, and the armrest she was leaning on even slowly formed a layer of frost.

The man in the driver's seat was frozen with goosebumps.

Amuro withdrew his hand twitching from the corner of his eyes, hugged his chest to keep warm, and at the same time couldn't help thinking for the Nth time, could this woman crawl out of some bloody youth pain literature?

To be honest, he is still skeptical about the "death" and "soul" that the other party said.

If it weren't for her ability to scientifically explain the unreasonable, Toru Amuro would have contacted the mental hospital a long time ago and packed this person into it.

The reason why she can endure until now is only because of her vowed "resurrection" promise.

——If she really succeeds, his friend will also be able to come back to life.

The young man leaned against the car window and looked at the policemen maintaining order in front of the museum. A glimmer of expectation flashed across his eyes, but it was fleeting.

(End of this chapter)