No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Conan grinned slightly, the previous smile disappeared.

Damn, I overlooked such an obvious detail!

Even though Curator Ochiai is full of energy, he can move flexibly in armor.

It is impossible for ordinary people to grab the neck of the boss of Zhenzhong with one hand and lift it up.

"If Curator Ochiai still insists on taking the blame, please show everyone. How to lift an adult with one hand while wearing armor. Oh, no, it should be a strong man."

Boss Zhenzhong eats so much that he weighs at least 150 catties depending on his size.

If the curator can lift up with one hand, his strength is too exaggerated.

Looking at the six employees, five of them are skinny, and the only one eligible is Mr. Iijima.

As for the irrefutable evidence, it is enough to test whether there is any blood left on his body.

Guilty verdict, Conan is the best at it.

Recalling the previous chat, he solved many doubts in his heart.

For example, when Mr. Kubota refuted the motive for committing the crime, it was Mr. Iijima who fell into the trap.

When Mouri Kogoro regretted that the artwork had become scrap metal, it was also Mr. Iijima who came forward to explain.

The two of them are a group!

Seeing that Curator Ochiai was left speechless when asked, the Mumu Police Department raised doubts:

"Brother Suzuki, there is one thing I still don't quite understand."

"You said."

"If Mr. Iijima was wearing armor, why didn't the deceased escape?"

Before Qiao Qiao could answer, Conan took over:

"Because the curator is also there, block the exit."

But any normal person would escape as far as possible in such a situation.

There are Tibetans in armor at the front and back, and the curator behind them blocks the road.

Boss Zhenzhong knew that he couldn't run away, so he gave up his plan to leave.

Just like many high school students who want to be admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University, do they not want to take the test?

No, it can't be done.

"Oh I see!"

Maori Kogoro stood up, as if he understood that the king was alive:

"Mr. Iijima said before that the owner of Shinchu promised to run the art museum before they sold it, but after he bought it, he went back on his promises and couldn't wait to transform it into a hotel! The two of you were dissatisfied, so Together, they killed Mr. Shinaka and put the blame on Mr. Kubota. Mr. Iijima is the real murderer, and the curator is an accomplice!"

"No, I was the murderer! I killed a hopeless demon!"

Curator Ochiai took the initiative to plead guilty and was reluctant to explain too much on other issues:

"I did all this, and it has nothing to do with Mr. Iijima. Come on, officer, take me away."

The Mumu police department beckoned and motioned for his subordinates to handcuff him.

The accomplice must also be sentenced, and it is impossible for him to take all the guilt alone.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao walked between the two and sighed softly:

"To be honest, I can understand your love and enthusiasm for artworks. But murder is murder, and it cannot be generalized. There are so many exhibits here, it's all your hard work."

Iijima rolled his eyes at him and snorted coldly:

"What's the point of saying this now?"

"Of course, maybe I can help you keep this batch of art."

"what?!"

Curator Ochiai widened his eyes when he heard the words, staring at Suzuki Joe Bridge in surprise:

"As long as you can keep these works of art and prevent them from being spoiled by outsiders, I can do anything!"

Please, don't be so harsh.

Older people or something, I don't have that kind of fetish.

"I will help you contact the channel and find someone to buy these works of art."

Curator Ochiai looked at him blankly with a look of disbelief on his face.

There are five exhibition halls and thousands of collections, and it is not a small sum to buy all of them.

Maorilan was surprised and asked:

"Mr. Suzuki, do you have so much money?"

Hearing the surname Suzuki, the eyebrows could not cover the curator's eyes:

"You...you belong to the four major families in Tokyo, the Suzuki chaebol!"

Qiao Qiao heard a lot of smell of a son-in-law, and slightly crooked his mouth:

"Yes, are you satisfied now?"

It doesn't matter if he has no money, Suzuki Sonoko has it.

Buying an art gallery is just pocket money for a few months for my cousin.

If Yuanzi does not agree, Qiaoqiao still has a bad move.

It can be lied that Kaitou Kid is interested in this place, and it is suitable for buying it back as a collection.

As the president of the Kidd Fan Support Association, Suzuki Sonoko will not refuse.

Qiao Qiao did not solve the last riddle.

But he had a hunch that he would meet him again.

"Satisfied, very satisfied."

The elder of Ochiaikan burst into tears, and regardless of his advanced age, he knelt down with his knees together.

He raised his head and raised his chest, and put his hands together on his thighs, in a sitting posture.

Then, put your hands forward in a figure-eight shape, lean forward, and lift your upper body until your forehead hits the ground.

This is the ceremony of the seat of the earth, which is used in Japan to express the deepest apology or sincere request.

In the eyes of Curator Ochiai, there is a tragic feeling of Tuogu:

"Suzuki-kun, I'll ask you from now on!"

He was helped up by the police officer, and he shed mixed tears:

"Children, I'm the one who didn't take good care of you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me for being incompetent. I can't continue to take care of you."

The scene is sensational and touching.

Even Maorilan cried, saying that he would help convince Sonoko to buy the place.

What happened next was much smoother.

Mr. Iijima confessed to what he had committed, eliminating the need for a blood test.

Those who have been wronged are found innocent.

The perpetrators are punished.

Rice flower police, caught the criminal.

Art collections, with whereabouts.

There should have been a happy ending.

In addition to the deceased who can't speak, there are also elementary school students who are depressed...

PS: The art museum murder case is a very classic case. I am personally very satisfied with this reversal of the case.Currently writing full-time, financial pressure is high.If readers like this book, they can help spread the word.The author is here, thank you in advance.

Chapter 043 Fame

Silky like silk stockings, the night has quietly climbed up the casement.

The main culprit and accomplice in the art museum murder were all taken away by the police.

"Brother Suzuki, how did you think about the last time?"

The Mumu police department rubbed their hands together, as if looking forward to it.

"It's only been a few days, let me think about it."

Uncle Liu has always looked at the cottage three times, so this is the second invitation, so don't be in a hurry.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao has a systematic approach, and naturally has this kind of assurance.

As long as the case can be solved uninterruptedly, the Metropolitan Police will give a bigger bargaining chip sooner or later.

"Okay, I'll send it to you."

The Mumu Police Department did not leave him a statement, so it would be better for the Maori family to come.

"Ah, look, come out, come out!"

The two of them just walked out of the art gallery, and all kinds of flashing lights, like long guns and short cannons, kept taking pictures.

Qiao Qiao felt a little dazzling and raised his hand to block the light.

what's the situation?

Looking closely, there are many reporters from TV stations and newspapers standing under the steps of the museum.

The leader is Shui Wulianai, the head of the Japanese TV station.

The task of interviewing was not up to her.

Because I happened to be eating nearby, I called the photographer to rush over when I was notified.