Coroner Coroner

"Why do you say that?"

Lin Xinyi couldn't help asking curiously.

"Because of the seat." Motegi Haruki smiled slightly: "The seat position on the driver's seat has been adjusted to be relatively forward."

"This shows that the driver is a relatively petite person who does not need much driving space."

"Among you, the only ones who meet this requirement are Miss Chris and Miss Mao Lilan."

"Because compared with the space vacated by that seat, Detective Qianjian is thinner and shorter, while Manager Lin, your tall and burly figure is a bit beyond the standard."

Both Qianjian Jiangdai and Lin Xinyi were successfully eliminated.

Conan and Caesar don't even need to think about it.

None of them could be the ones driving the car.

"And Miss Mao Lilan is a high school student, so it is impossible to have a driver's license."

"So the person driving the car can only be Officer Lin's girlfriend, the beautiful Miss Chris."

Motegi Haruki gave a convincing reasoning.

But such a simple reasoning obviously cannot fully demonstrate his ability as a famous detective.

So without waiting for Lin Xinyi to speak, Motegi Haruki confidently continued to reason:

"Miss Chris was sitting in the driver's seat."

"And the one sitting in the passenger seat..."

"It should be the kid wearing glasses."

"Huh?!" Everyone was slightly taken aback.

Conan even had a strange expression:

He had just praised this colleague in his heart for his ability, and was waiting to see him show his hands well in front of Lin Xinyi.

How could it be so easy to make a mistake after being right a little while ago?

"You..." Lin Xinyi frowned even more puzzled: "Mr. Mogi, why did you think that the person sitting in the passenger seat earlier would be Conan?"

It wasn't Conan who was sitting in the passenger seat at the time.

It was him, Lin Xinyi.

"It's simple."

Motegi Haruki has no sense of reasoning error.

He just confidently pointed to the cabin of the Toyota sedan from afar:

"There's no need to reason at all—"

"Because there is still a toy magic light stick on the co-pilot's seat."

"As for Mr. Lin, in your group, except for this Conan kid, the rest are adults."

"Adults don't always play this kind of thing, do they?"

Lin Xinyi: "..."

The air suddenly became extremely awkward.

"Mr. Mogi..." Qianjian Jiangdai wanted to remind him with a strange expression.

But Lin Xinyi who reacted got ahead of him:

"Congratulations, sir!"

"That's right, it was Conan who was sitting in the co-pilot!"

Lin Xinyi admired Detective Motegi's reasoning "with all sincerity".

Although Conan muttered and hesitated to speak, he finally closed his mouth with dignity.

"Haha, it's not a good opinion."

"It's just that I noticed some small details."

Haruki Motegi, who made the correct reasoning twice in a row, was in a good mood.

But he was not simply satisfied with Lin Xinyi's praise and recognition, but took advantage of his relaxed mood and active thinking to analyze everything in front of him more carefully:

"Mr. Lin..."

"Before you came to the Twilight Pavilion, did you go to the gas station 10 kilometers ago?"

"Oh? You can see that?"

Lin Xinyi was really surprised this time:

Previously, Qianjian Xiadai could tell that they had just been to the gas station because she saw the almost full gas gauge on the dashboard.

But Motegi Haruki is now standing far outside the car.

He shouldn't be able to see the dashboard in the car at all.

That being the case, how did he know that they had been to that gas station before?

"Because on the center console of your car, there is a map of Tottori prefectures and towns that has just been unwrapped."

"This map hasn't even been thrown away from the removed plastic package. It's obvious that I just bought it."

"And I also drove here from the direction of Tokyo."

"I've been to that gas station too."

"As far as I know, the only place where you can buy this kind of Tottori prefecture-level map is the gas station 10 kilometers ago on the way from Tokyo to the Twilight Pavilion. gone."

"certainly…"

"If you got off the highway and took a long detour to buy it elsewhere, then I made a mistake in my reasoning."

Mogi Haruki smiled confidently.

And he didn't make a mistake in reasoning.

It is true that Hayashi Shinichi bought the local map of Tottori Prefecture when he got off the highway and went to the gas station to refuel.

He looked at Motegi Haruki with a little more admiration.

Detective Motegi only felt that inspiration was pouring out of his mind, and it was not enough to succeed in reasoning three times in a row.

Lin Xinyi didn't even have time to boast politely, so he just listened to Haruhime Motegi smiling confidently:

"Mr. Lin, you were also fooled by that gas station employee."

"Listen to him giving random directions, and take the so-called 'shortcut'?"

There is no navigation software these days.

It is clear and smooth to go on the expressway, but after getting off the expressway and arriving in the countryside of Tottori Prefecture, where I am not familiar with, if I want to move on, I must buy a local map and ask the local people who are familiar with the roads. .

Lin Xinyi and others bought a map at the gas station, and asked the gas station staff the way to the Twilight Pavilion.

As a result, the gas station employee pointed out a "shortcut" for them.

This shortcut is relatively close in terms of distance, but it is a dirt road full of potholes and mud pits without cement hardening.

It took a lot of effort for Lin Xinyi and the others to climb out of this so-called "shortcut".

And all these things they experienced seemed to be reasoned out of thin air by Motegi Haruki.

"Because you got mud on the wheels of your Toyota."

Detective Motegi calmly stated the details of what he observed:

"The road from the gas station to the Pavilion of Twilight is a cement-hardened road."

"If you hadn't listened to the instructions of the gas station employee like me and left the concrete road instead of taking the 'shortcut' full of mud, it would be impossible for the wheels of the vehicle to get so much mud on them."

"and…"

Motegi Haruki continued reasoning out of control:

"And I'm sure—"

"You not only took the so-called shortcut."

"And it's like me. After walking on the dirt road for a while, I turned around and turned to take the road to come here."

"Oh?" Lin Xinyi frowned slightly.

Without him asking, Mogi Haruki explained by himself:

"Because I also walked that dirt road."

"As a result, the car just drove in and encountered a mud pit tens of centimeters deep."

"It's raining now, and the mud puddles are full of water. With the generally low chassis of urban household vehicles, if you risk wading through the water, it is very likely that the engine will stall due to water entering the exhaust pipe."

"So when ordinary people drive their cars there, they will definitely back off and go the other way."

"And Mr. Lin."

Motegi Haruki turned to look at Hayashi Shinichi's old Toyota:

"The bodywork of this car of yours also proves it:"

"If you hadn't retreated back then, but had risked wading through that mud puddle..."

"Based on the depth of the mud pit, even if you came over safely, there should be a large piece of mud that cannot be shaken off the car body."

"But this car of yours is only covered with mud on the hubs, but the body is generally clean."

"It's enough to show that you just drove over that dirt road and didn't wade through the mud."

"So, Mr. Lin, you must have turned around in front of the mud pit and turned back on the concrete road instead!"

Motegi's reasoning is well-founded and convincing.

Qianjian Jiangdai was already nodding secretly for this outstanding colleague.

but…

Conan, Lin Xinyi and other parties who have really experienced that journey have weirder expressions than the other.