In Zhuangtang's house, under the reasoning of the legendary famous "two-faced Kogoro" in sleeping mode, he pointed out the truth that the housekeeper of Baogu was the life-saving benefactor that Miss Zhuangtang Kurumo was looking for.

"It seems that there is nothing to do with me here, let's go first!"

"yes, yes, I guess I was mistaken. "The two scheming impostors were exposed, and they were ready to slip away while everyone's attention was still on the Baogu steward.

"Smack!" The door to the living room was opened, and Mizuma followed Manager Matsumoto into the living room, and the two guys who were about to slip away saw Manager Matsumoto, who was a head taller than him and had a hideous face, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"We're the police, and we already know what happened here, and we've also learned about the two impostors who want to get the bounty offered by Miss Zhuangtang. Managing Officer Matsumoto came in and said this to the two men, while Mizuma stood behind and showed his police ID.

"I, I, I...... I didn't mean to! My friend encouraged me to come! He said that the wound on my body from surfing was very similar to what she had requested, and that he might be able to make a big profit!" Seeing that the police had all been recruited, Sogo the dark-skinned companion was so frightened that he defended himself again and again, or begged for mercy.

"Don't worry, we're not looking for you. Mizuma crossed over to him, patted the fair-skinned Kusumoto Takahei affectionately, and said, "It's you, we suspect that the scars on your back were caused by being cut by Matsumoto Administrator during your escape twenty years ago. ”

"What?" Kusumoto was visibly taken aback.

"I didn't figure it out until I read the Maori brother's newsletter. Matsumoto stepped forward and said, looking at the person in front of him, he felt the scar on his left eye even hotter.

"What? Did anyone call me? What kind of newsletter?" Uncle Maori, who had just woken up from anesthesia, looked around in confusion when he heard Matsumoto's words.

Conan was startled, and quickly put back the mobile phone he had stolen to send text messages while Uncle Maori was not fully awake.

On the other side, Matsumoto was still reasoning with the suspect: "So the wound of the prisoner is in the back! I misjudged that you took the seat cover away to reduce the blood stains left in the car." ”

"No! it's not me!" shouted Kusumoto Ryuhei, "My wound is because I saw a man with a handsome wound before, so I imitated him and got one!"

"Is what you said true, and what are the characteristics of that man?" said Matsumoto Administrator, grabbing Kusumoto by the collar and roaring.

"Yes! It's true!" Matsumoto's fierce face took a step closer to him, Kusumoto Ryuhei was so frightened that his legs were weak, and Mizuma Moon wanted to go up and persuade the manager, otherwise it would be rude to scare others into urinating in the Zhuangtang house.

"That man has a favorite tune, right?

"Yes, yes!" Kusumoto Ryuhei nodded busily whether he really had it or not, for fear that he would be eaten alive by Matsumoto Management if it was a little late.

"There's a song that he hums and whistles when he's in a good mood, and it's the famous song: let-it-be!"

Matsumoto was stunned.

"I don't know if what you said is true or not, so please come with me to the Metropolitan Police Department for investigation, we still have some details to ask you. Mizuma saw that Matsumoto's state was not right, and stepped forward at the right time to say to Kusumoto Takahei.

"That's right. The distracted Matsumoto manager reacted: "Please cooperate and come with me." ”

"Okay, okay. Kusumoto Takahei swallowed his saliva and agreed with difficulty.

"Ha~ Am I asleep again?" Uncle Maori said as he rubbed the corners of his jerky eyes.

"Maori thanks to your reasoning, this time we owe you a favor. Matsumoto came over and said.

"What reasoning?" Uncle Maori asked, dazedly, as he was accustomed to his setting of reasoning from time to time.

"It's the text message you sent us, have you forgotten?" asked Matsumoto in surprise.

"Text? Uncle Maori took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, but he didn't see any signs of sending any text messages, the last one was the text message he had sent to Mizuma about the two of them's music hobbies.

"That's your number, look. The management officer Matsumoto took out his mobile phone and showed it to Uncle Mori: "There is also a detailed reasoning sent to the mobile phone of Mizuma." ”

Uncle Maori took the phone in Matsumoto's hand and looked at it: "It's indeed my number, right, did I delete it when I was asleep?"

"When you're asleep, do you sleepwalk?" Because of Mizuma's relationship, Uncle Mori rarely performs reasoning shows in Tokyo, so Matsumoto has never heard of Mori Kogoro's lethargic reasoning.

Conan, who was hiding behind the stool, breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he had an idea to delete the text message before putting the phone in his uncle's pocket, and listening to Matsumoto's words, it seems that Mizuma Moon told Matsumoto that the reasoning text message sent to his phone by Matsumoto was also sent by the uncle.

This is a psychological blind spot, Uncle Mori and Manager Matsumoto only confirmed that the text message on Manager Matsumoto's mobile phone is indeed Uncle Mori, and ignored the text message from Mizuma Tsuki.

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"I actually fell here...... Alas, I was almost scolded by the management officer. Mizuma pouted and slipped under his desk and found a printed document under the thick dust, which was a report on the prisoner's car twenty years ago.

When I think about it carefully, I remember, on the night I got the materials, when I was reading the materials in my seat, I heard Miwako's call and hurriedly stood up to pack up the materials, presumably I dropped one at that time and didn't notice it.

"Police Department, your information on Takahei Kusumoto has been investigated clearly, and what he said should be true...... Forehead. Shiratori walked in with a stack of documents to look for Mizuma Tsuki, but only found ...... An ass.

"What's wrong?" Mizuma stepped back from under the table and patted the dust off her body.

"You...... What are you doing?" Shiratori asked.

"Nothing...... Just looking for something. Mizumatsuki casually put the document on the table along with other pencil erasers and other things rescued from under the table, and walked up to Shiratori and took the document in his hand: "You said that what Takahei Kusumoto said is true?"

"Yes, after investigation, at the time of that case fifteen years ago, he had already been sent abroad by his family, so there was a clear alibi. Shiratori replied.

"Where is he now?" Mizuma had also found out about it in Shiratori's preparation materials, and he didn't live in Tokyo twenty years ago.

"In the interrogation room, Matsumoto was personally questioning him. ”

"It's hard for him......" Mizuma Moon couldn't help but shake her head as she imagined that scene, dispelling her original intention of going over and taking a look.

Finding the previous file bag, taking out the documents inside, and lining up the documents found under the desk, Mizuma Moon looked for the hidden clues again.

I originally thought that the person found in Zhuang Tang's house should be the murderer of the case, but I didn't expect it to be not, so Mizuma Yue felt that she needed to re-evaluate the skill of Conan's whirlpool of events.

"Now the only clue that doesn't know the meaning is this, right?" Mizuma looked at the information in front of him, if it was regarded as a puzzle game, the only content that was not used at the moment was this.

The three people who were killed did not have any contact with each other on the surface, and they had nothing to do with the famous Beatles song that the killer sang, but the three men would leave the house for a while every Saturday night, but their families didn't know what they were doing, and if the three of them had anything to do with each other, they were here.

But let's be honest, men in more conservative Japanese families have a much higher status than women, and it's not uncommon for the man to go out and entertain his family without knowing what he's doing, let alone 20 years ago.

However, after they returned home, they all said some inexplicable things, which were recorded by their families and handed over to the police after recollection.

Fang Chuan, a doctor, came home on a Saturday and complained drunken and emotional: "I actually say that I am a crybaby and look down on people!"

Atsushi Mai Tian, a professor at the University Polytechnic University, called him when his wife called him one Saturday and yelled at him: "I'm seeing a doctor, don't bother me!"

Of course, this doctor should not be Fang Chuan Jizhi, the police have thoroughly searched Fang Chuan Jizhi's reception records, and have not found anyone who has intersected with Mai Tian Atsushi's social circle.

I have to say that because a police officer died, the Metropolitan Police Department at that time tilted a lot of manpower in this case, and the victim's personal circle was investigated on the third or even fourth floor, and there was still no intersection between the victims.

The third victim was Nabii Shin, a lawyer who was killed 15 years ago, and his son remembers his father waking up every Sunday and saying strange things, such as "My father was hit and flew again last night, it's so miserable." ”

In addition, when Naboi was killed, his son was in the next room but did not dare to go out, and he heard some of the murderer's words: "Don't blame me! This is the punishment you deserve, and you are to blame for looking for me like that, so I will panic as if I was about to draw cards, and I was cut so much by the police." ”

Mizumayue copied down these four paragraphs, still didn't understand what the connection would be, folded the written paper and put it in his pocket, and then put the information that had been confirmed to be missing back into the file bag, Mizumayue stood up.

"Is the police still in the interrogation room?"

"Yes. ”

"I'm going to check it out. ”

……

When Mizumatsuki walked to the interrogation room, what he saw was not that Matsumoto was interrogating Kusumoto Ryuhei, but that Uncle Mori was shaking his head at Matsumoto Manager repeatedly.

"What's going on?" asked Mizuma, holding a police officer next to him.

The police officer replied with a wry smile: "We wanted Mr. Mori to make a record, but Mr. Mori said that he couldn't remember anything, and the police officer was not satisfied with him, so he went to ask Mr. Mori himself, but ......"

"Alas......" Mizuma Moon shook his head, what can Uncle Maori remember, the reasoning or anything was done by Conan, and the uncle's kung fu reasoning was completed after sleeping, not to mention knowing, he hadn't even heard it.

However, the Maori Kogoro of this life experienced by Mizuma Moon is different from the foolish spirit in the original book in his previous life, and it is said that many of the cases he encountered in other cities were solved by himself, and of course, a large part of them were reasoned after falling into a deep sleep, so he was regarded as a detective with a dual personality, and was nicknamed "Double-faced Kogoro".

"Mizuma?" When Mizuma was distracted, the Matsumoto management officer had already given up on Uncle Mori and walked out.

"How's it going?" Mizuma asked, if Uncle Mori was actually pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, maybe he would confide in something under the terrifying face of Matsumoto Administrator.

"I didn't ask anything, and I began to think that you did the right thing, and it's really not a good thing to have this kind of confused detective who can't even make a record participate in solving the case. "It seems that Matsumoto has a lot of grudges against Uncle Mori.

"What about Takahi Kusumoto?" asked Mizumatsuki, who had been here for this.

"He met a man in the bathhouse before he left the country fifteen years ago, and he saw a scar on him, and maybe that person was what we were looking for. After speaking, the management officer Matsumoto picked up a transcript and stuffed it to Mizumatsuki, and shook his head: "Alas, just having met once made my scars react, it seems that I am really old." ”

"So it's really psychological...... Mizuma Yue complained in his heart while comforting him, "Because the manager's scar found that there is a clue we need on that person, right?"

"Don't say pretty things, take a good look at the transcript, this guy can't provide any clues. Matsumoto pursed his lips and left with a shake of his head and a sigh, his back looking very gloomy.

It's just that Mizuma Moon has some self-feeling good feelings, as if Matsumoto Managing Officer's Xiao Suo is deliberately acting out to urge himself?

Flipping through the records, on the eve of leaving the country fifteen years ago, Takahei Kusumoto met a man with a long scar on his back while taking a bath.

There is a detail here, when Ryohei Kusumoto met that person, the person was draped in a towel on his head, and he couldn't see his face.

When the man noticed Kusumoto's gaze, he boasted, "Cool, isn't it? This is what a policeman slashed at me five years ago." "After that, he hummed 'let-it-be' and left.

To be honest, Mizuma Moon feels that the authenticity of this description is debatable, but if Kusumoto Takahei hadn't lied, he would have been the murderer of the case nine out of ten when he met someone.

"Troublesome trouble......" Mizuma Moon rubbed his eyebrows, Matsumoto was right, Kusumoto Ryuhei's transcript was useless.

Isn't this Conan...... actually met Conan but didn't catch the real culprit.

"Forget it, I won't work overtime today, go home and go home...... Anyway, what Miwako did today, I haven't gone to see it yet. Glancing at the window, it was already pitch black, after all, it was already past nine o'clock when he caught Kusumoto Takahei, Mizumayue said to herself, and then hurriedly ran to the office of the third department.

"Uh...... The Waterroom Police Department ...... Forget it. "From the beginning of Mizumatsuki's walk into the interrogation room, he stood beside Mizumatsuki, but the police officer who was ignored by Mizumayue from beginning to end looked at Mizuma's back and stopped talking, and finally thought about it and felt that it would be better for him to be nosy.