On the rooftop, Shui Jianyue was lying on the railing, fiddling with her mobile phone boredly.

The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department building has 18 floors above ground and 4 floors underground, and at 12 o'clock at night, you can faintly see the lights of the Imperial Palace from the rooftop.

The low gate between the Imperial Palace and the Metropolitan Police Department is the legendary Sakurada Gate, and the Metropolitan Police Department is called the Sakurada Gate because it is so close to this gate.

The memories have ended in a long wrangling, and there is no particular progress in terms of the results, and sure enough, some things are predestined before they begin.

Mizuma felt that it was a little late at this time, and in his own expectation, someone should have come up to find him.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was the sound of footsteps behind him.

"You're here, Officer Mizuma. "Someone came on" You see I guessed it accurately. ”

Mizuma pouted: "Don't pretend to be like this, and use the bugging device hidden on Mr. Maori's body to hear the memories just now, right? Didn't I say that there will be anti-eavesdropping devices in major meetings in the Metropolitan Police Department? Why don't you learn a long lesson?"

"I've learned a lesson! After the last time, I asked Dr. Asa to change the signal to the relay type, so that the relay station can be disconnected in time before it is discovered. Conan said triumphantly.

Mizumatsuki's mouth narrowed even more: "It's so easy to avoid tracking?

"Huh?" Conan then shook his head, "Don't talk about that, Officer Mizuma, isn't this case going badly?"

"Oh, what's not good?" Mizuma turned her head at this time, not understanding what Conan was saying, "What are you talking about?"

Conan's expression became much more serious: "Because from the information that can be gathered so far, according to my reasoning, the murderer ...... That's you!"

Mizuma raised her eyebrows, 'you continue' expression.

"Let's start with the deadliest part. Conan rarely didn't say a lot of small questions waiting for the other party to defend himself: "Officer Mizuma, do you know Mr. Kazekenjiro, what kind of cigarettes he likes to smoke?"

"Smoke, doesn't he smoke cigarettes and pipes?" Although he joked like this, Mizumatsuki's face changed.

"That's the problem, people who smoke generally have a preference for a particular brand of cigarettes, for example, Uncle Kogoro usually smokes Seven Star Light Cigarettes, and my dad smokes Marlboro, which can be bought in many countries, because he often runs around the world. Conan's glasses were glowing white.

"Really, minors are prohibited from selling tobacco and alcohol, where did you get so much knowledge. "Mizuma Moon is unhappy.

"But when Mr. Kazekenjiro asked Officer Mizuma to buy cigarettes, he didn't specifically specify the brand, did Officer Mizuma buy the right cigarette?" Conan's tone could be called a forced question, "I said before that Mr. Kagenken and Officer Mizuma are not familiar with each other, right?

"Didn't he discuss the cake prank with me before?" Mizuma explained dryly, "I saw him smoking a cigarette at the time." ”

"I said, it's not impossible, it's unreasonable!" Conan shook his head, "Even if you know so you don't need to ask, you should say it from Mr. Kazeyan's standpoint." ”

But it wasn't what Kazekenjiro himself said, it was someone else who took his recording and edited it out. Mizuma explained.

"The prisoner who recorded the recording should also be someone who is very close to Mr. Fengyan, why didn't he add this sentence?" Conan shook his finger: "Besides, if this is not deadly enough, let's talk about why the forensic personnel have not found any useful clues and evidence until now, right?"

"Oh, do you have any instructions on the working methods of my men?" Mizuma looked down at Conan, his face unkind.

"The reason why they can't find useful clues is because their vision is completely distracted by useless clues!" Conan looked at Mizumatsuki: "Whether it's a cake, a killer's mark, strange blood stains and dust on the wall, the murderer deliberately left traces that are completely unrelated to the crime process and interfered with the search!"

Conan continued: "If it were someone else, it would just be clever to do so, and it would only leave more flaws for yourself, but there is one person who can do it, no, it should be theoretically only one person who can do it, and that is the police officer who taught two forensic officers with one hand and knows all the search procedures of all police officers, that is, you!"

Suddenly, Conan's tone changed: "I mean, if it were you, you could do this......"

"What's wrong?" Mizuma didn't get angry or react to what Conan expected, "Isn't it reasoning that only I can commit crimes?"

"As far as the current clues can constitute reasoning, the murderer is only Officer Mizuma, so only by collecting more clues can we get the real answer and find out who is framing you. Conan said seriously.

"So, what kind of clues can get different answers? Can you give me a few examples? Otherwise, I won't understand?" asked Mizuma.

"I ...... I ......" Conan stumbled a few times and lowered his head: "I can't imagine it...... I know this is unqualified reasoning, and I haven't gotten to the real truth yet, but I'm worried that the next step in the case will be the same as I imagined, so I'm running to warn you first. ”

Speaking of this, Conan asked Mizuma eagerly: "Don't talk about me, do you have a clue? Do you know who framed you?"

Mizuma could feel that Conan was really worried about him, not to compete for someone who would complete the reasoning first or something like that.

Mizuma smiled: "The great detective's mind can't imagine it, then there is no other possibility, right? What is the famous quote of that detective? Eliminate mistakes and then ......"

"Eliminate all impossibilities, even if the rest is impossible, that is the truth!" Conan subconsciously corrected, and finally looked at Mizuma Moon in surprise, and after realizing that the other party didn't mean to joke, he couldn't help but take a step back: "Officer Mizuma...... You are...... What do you mean?"

"I want to ...... I'm a prisoner. Mizuma smiled, pointed to his head and said, "In my memory, what you said was done by me. ”

"This ...... How is it possible? How can someone like you kill someone?" Conan looked at Mizuma with wide eyes, "For...... Why?"

"Why do you say?" Mizuma shrugged: "It's not that you don't know that group of people." ”

"The organization?" Conan immediately understood: "Did the organization do it? How did they do it? What did they do to you? hypnosis? Or threatened?"

"You ask so many questions, how can I answer you?" Mizumatsuki was impatient by Conan's face, and reached out to pinch Conan's mouth: "But no matter how many questions you ask, I don't plan to answer you, since you still trust me, just shut up and pretend to be a child, I have my own plans." ”

"Come home, stay with me for too long and you'll be noticed!" Mizuma whispered, "Be careful not to be targeted by those people, and avoid things that are out of place!"

"You ......" Conan looked at Mizuma Tsuki, took two more steps back, finally digested the information, nodded, and turned to run away.