"Brother Matsuda, what are you talking about stalkers, is there any hidden meaning to this incident?" asked Twilight, confused.

"Ah, nothing, I said casually. Matsuda pretended to think for a moment: "Listening to Mr. Nakajima's words, it seems that he doesn't know the victim, so why would the victim carry the suitcase of the Mantendo Company? ”

"For what?" asked Twilight, who used his brain in a rare way, "Could it be that he is making a deal with some people?"

"That's right, and for now, he's probably blown to pieces by the box he got after this deal. Matsuda replied confidently.

"Impossible!" Conan immediately began to retort: "He was obviously given a bomb behind the toilet door" Speaking of this, Conan paused, and the two sentences that the person said before he died, "Why can't you put it in" and "It didn't close", and immediately reacted: "So what he said before he died was not the door of the toilet, but the box in his hand?"

Matsuda saw that Conan quickly understood, and nodded his head with a teachable look: "That's right, that's how it is." ”

"Hehe, that's why you said to check the suitcases of all the staff, because the suitcase of one of the murderers, Mr. Murder, has been shattered along with the victim. Conan immediately understood what Matsuda meant by his previous request for Twilight to inspect the suitcases of the Employees of the Mantendo Company. Damn, when I was struggling to find clues, he had already locked the scope of the murderer, which is too unfair, who is the one who has the most clues.

"Ah, I see, Brother Matsuda, I'll do it right away. When Twilight heard Conan say this, she felt that it made sense, and immediately prepared to find the murderer.

"Hey. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Conan approached Matsuda and kicked him lightly: "How do you know the way? Don't play stupid! Seeing Matsuda's meaningful smile, Conan immediately took a shot and told him that he wasn't as coaxing as Twilight.

"Don't you know that searching for the scene of the crime is a very profound science?" Matsuda whispered to him, "Alas, a child's inexperience is inexperience. Reaching out and pressing Conan's forehead, he stopped him from wanting to pounce on himself before bowing his head and posing, and explained to him coolly: "Although it is in that small space, I will understand at a glance whether the source of the explosion is at the door of the toilet or inside the toilet." ”

Conan heard Matsuda say this, and temporarily calmed down. Sure enough, he is worthy of being a bomb disposal expert, and Conan rarely asked him for advice with an open heart: "How to judge this kind of thing?"

Hmph~~ Matsuda raised his head at a forty-five degree angle, with an expression of how can you, a mortal little ghost, understand my unpredictable master's methods.

Ahaha~~ Conan hated Matsuda's expression. If it weren't for Matsuda's big hand still staring at his forehead, Conan would definitely have jumped on his neck and smacked his head a few times to vent his anger.

If the explosion was caused by pushing the toilet door open, then the shock wave caused by the explosion must have pushed the victim in one direction. There will be so much minced meat left in the toilet like the scene, how could this seventeen-year-old innocent boy in the mood for love tell him about the experience of counting broken corpses at the scene.

When Matsuda looked at Conan with a heartache, you don't know my expression, Conan felt weak for a while, and suddenly thought of something, and suddenly realized: "Oh~~ You guessed it through the two sentences of the victim before he died." Then he looked at Matsuda with disdain: "There is a certain chance of this kind of thing, but as a policeman, you shouldn't use it, what if you guess wrong." ”

He said that if he couldn't put it in, he wouldn't put something in the toilet. Matsuda pursed his lips, and miraculously took out a key from nowhere: "This was found at the scene, and it should be the key to the suitcase that the victim got during the transaction." And didn't you notice the angle at which that badge bends?"

"Haah~~ It turns out that it depends on this. Conan rolled his eyes: "I'm convinced." He said so, but his expression was half sincere and insincere. Now my heart is finally balanced, but it is too unkind to hide such important evidence. Speaking of angles, Conan thought back seriously. It is true, if it does not explode from the inside, then that coat of arms does not bend from the inside out. It seems that he analyzed it from many perspectives, and in such a short period of time, Che~~ is really good at braining.

"Now, just check each of their suitcases to find out who made the deal with the victim. And this person is most likely the murderer. Matsuda didn't pursue Conan's impolite words, but frowned and thought about the unreasonableness: "However, if the object of the transaction is the kind of organization you mentioned, then the trader probably doesn't have the courage to kill people during the transaction, right? Not to mention that it is in the company where he works, even if he is sure that the police will not find out, is he not afraid of the retaliation of the black-clothed organization?"

"Yes, there are a lot of doubts about that. Conan said in a deep voice. Wait!I remember the box that guy picked up was number 98!?

Conan, who thought of something, immediately ran to the storage counter, looking around as he ran. Where, where, should be around here, Lan! Where are you!?

"Conan!?Where have you run to?" Just as Conan turned around, he heard Xiaolan's voice behind him. Matsuda, who came over not far away to see what was going on, saw Xiaolan appear, and only shrank into a dark corner, observing the progress of the situation.

"Now, Sister Lan, can you show me the number plate we sent for the salute?" Conan said in a darkly cool and unobtrusive tone.

"That's good, but what's the use of this?" Xiaolan was puzzled, but still took out what Conan wanted.

"It was Officer Matsuda who confessed this, maybe he knew who the murderer was. Conan said irresponsibly, looking at the two signs he received with numbers 96 and 100 respectively, and smirked proudly.

Hey, this little ghost, cheating on his little girlfriend under my banner. Matsuda saw Conan's smug smile and hated it. It's clear that he has some important clues, but if he doesn't come over and report it himself, he is still there and kisses me and Xiaolan there.

After Conan finally met Matsuda who was hiding in the shadows, Matsuda grabbed him and drilled him in the head with his fist a few times: "Do you know that our most important task now is to find the murderer of the explosion!"

"Hey, hey, let go, I've got an important clue!" Conan kept shaking his head in an attempt to break free of Matsuda.

After venting casually, Matsuda was relieved and threw Conan down casually: "What clue?"

Standing up and touching his buttocks, Conan saw that Matsuda was pounced again, so he reluctantly said: "The box that the victim took is No. 98, so the person who traded with him must be one of the three people of Ueda, Nakajima, and Takeshita." Because it was the three of them who were sandwiched between Uncle Maori at No. 96 and Xiaolan at No. 100 to store their belongings, and they were all identical suitcases. ”

"Hehe, it seems that as long as they take out the box and confirm the number on it, they can know who is trading with the black-clothed organization. Matsuda patted Conan on the head: "When the time comes, let's see if we can go through this line of in-depth investigation." ”

The two guys just stood there, staring at the long line in front of the counter, waiting mournfully for the three people with tags to reveal their little cards. The police on the other side are busy with each other, and Twilight is overwhelmed by the suitcases carried by the employees of Man Heaven. After all, this kind of thing is not in accordance with the procedure according to the law, and they have no right to ask those employees to cooperate, so they can only coax and intimidate them to voluntarily cooperate.

Where did Matsuda, the bastard, go?Every time Twilight looked up and couldn't see Matsuda's figure, she couldn't help but burn a nameless flame. I hope I don't see him slacking off on the side, hum.

When it was finally Nakajima's turn for the three of them, under the noses of Matsuda and Conan, Takeshita had No. 99 in his hand and Ueda No. 97. Nakajima, who got No. 124, is undoubtedly making some kind of deal with the guy in the black-clad organization codenamed Tequila.

Hehe, it's really you, no matter what you do, you won't escape the curse of the gold medal death curse forged by detectives for more than ten years. Just as Matsuda was about to go out and ask him to have a good talk, his steps suddenly stopped: "Conan? How is this Nakajima a person? Do you have any holidays with others?"

How do you ask this question at such a time? Conan sensed something and seriously recalled: "Mr. Nakajima? He and Mr. Ueda, Mr. Takeshita, were both members of the same college boxing club, and it seems that they had robbed Mr. Takeshita's girlfriend at that time. And now he works at the same company, but according to Mr. Ueda, the idea of the new game "Detective Mori Kogoro Reasoning House" this time was his, and it was stolen by Mr. Nakajima. ”

"What's the use of asking these now? Grab Nakajima and ask that organization," Conan said dissatisfiedly and paused: "Could it be!? Do you mean that the target of this explosion is not a member of that organization, but Mr. Nakajima?"

"It's not impossible. Matsuda spread his hands: "If the target is Nakajima, then at least these two people have a motive to kill." Moreover, there is an answer to the reason why the suitcase found at the scene did not match the suitcase containing the bomb. ”