"Is that the izakaya where this uncle got drunk that day?"

Looking through the car window at the small shop called Shanhaiwei across the road, the girl who reached out and pulled the car door was just about to get out of the car, a series of sirens from far and near made her retract her legs hanging in the air, and after closing the door, a Metropolitan Police Department patrol car roared by. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's really ......"

The girl who opened the car door again glanced at the three people who were being looked for in the car, and was about to cross the road when she took a step, but Takagi in the car sighed: "That person, isn't it Mr. Kitagawa who was the first to find the body?" ”

Everyone followed Takagi's gaze, only to see a thin man with a watermelon head with a mustache open the curtain and walk out of the store, stand in front of the door, light a cigarette, and leave along the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets.

"That's right, it's Kitagawa! He must have framed me! He was the one who drove me home that night and told me to lock the door! As soon as I woke up, I was in Miss Nishimura's house! He must have done it! ”

Seeing that man, Dongtian suddenly became excited, and hurriedly slid a drop of cold sweat on the tall wood that calmed him: "Mr. Dongtian, don't be too excited, even if what you say is true, we need evidence......"

"In that case......

The girl who turned around and returned to the car closed the car door, "Didn't you say that this uncle and the deceased both lived in the same apartment?" Let's go directly to the scene of the crime to investigate, I think it's just a low-level planting......"

Under the guidance of Takagi, the car carrying them went all the way to an ordinary apartment that can be seen everywhere, and a large number of people poured out of the car parked on the side of the road as if it was unloading, and Takagi, who wanted to go to the caretaker to borrow the door key, was given a blank look by the girl: "Takagi senior, are you stupid?" Now it's a secret operation, you've just been here during the day, so your whereabouts will be reported to the Dusk Police Department right away, just go up......"

"But, the door?"

The girl who didn't say much more stepped up the stairs first, and when she came to the door of Miss Nishimura's house, in front of everyone, the girl who took out the thin wire again opened it in a few seconds, so the stunned crowd followed up and closed the door by the last Takagi.

"Give, gloves......"

The girl threw out a bunch of white gloves like a trick, and even the little guys of the detective group got a pair except for Higashida, and the investigation of the crime scene began.

"This ...... I wasn't sober when I was taken away in the morning, and it was exactly like my room! Furnishings and decoration...... Ah, except for the gray that I used for the curtain bed, everything else is beige? ”

Dongtian, who was standing in the entrance, exclaimed, and everyone who was stunned when they heard the words then searched more carefully, and after carefully scanning the room, everyone gathered together to exchange their findings.

"This room is very strange, the first suspicion is the gray curtains and beds that Mr. Higashida said just now, Ayumi and Mitsuhiko found the beige curtains and a set of beige beds that were put away in the cabinet, and the other furniture, including the toiletries, are beige, so the gray curtains and the bed are very incongruous."

Conan spoke first, and then Chiri held up a wall calendar: "The wall calendar found under the bed is consistent with the sun traces on the wall. In any case, there is no reason to take down the wall calendar full of predetermined plans, right? I just heard that this uncle doesn't seem to like Tokyo Spirits, and this wall calendar happens to be the team-themed wall calendar of Tokyo Spirits......"

Miwako, who was holding a box of matches, took out a folded piece of paper from inside: "And this marriage registry folded up in a matchbox, such an important thing Miss Nishimura should not give it under the wardrobe, which means that the person who moves the wardrobe does not know what is in this matchbox......"

"It's stamped with Miss Nishimura's name! However, the man's column was empty...... "Takagi who took the marriage registration form looked at it, but he didn't find anything special.

"There is one more doubt,"

Gray Yuan, who was leaning against the open balcony door, said softly, "These cacti outside the balcony are all poorly hardy species...... Generally speaking, if you don't know anything about it, you won't recommend this type of cactus. Since you have this cactus at home, how can you expose it to the cold wind? ”

In other words, someone had moved the furnishings of the house for some special purpose, so that Mr. Higashida would mistake it for his own house! Otherwise, even if you are drunk, if there is something wrong in the house, how can you not notice it? Conan, who had summarized their respective analyses, had a confident glint in his eyes.

"Huh? This pot of golden shark cactus...... The thorn on the top is broken? ”

The curious girl also came over, leaned out of the balcony to take a look at the pots of cacti placed there, just by looking at it, she found that on the largest spherical cactus, one of the golden ball thorns was cut off, and this flaw immediately destroyed the integrity of the cactus, and the girl who lifted it up looked at it, and then looked around on the balcony floor looking for something.

The girl who soon found something on the ground carefully put a spike on the handkerchief with tweezers, and showed it to them, and Chiri smiled, "This is a broken spike head, guess what's on it...... Bloodstain! ”

"What?"

Conan, who was in high spirits, immediately figured out the key: "This is left by the person who decorated the room!" She must have been accidentally stabbed in a hurry, and according to Ashbara's reasoning, Miss Nishimura should be a cactus lover, and she wouldn't be so careless to break such a beautiful cactus thorn! ”

"Then everything makes sense...... The blood stains on this spike are the physical evidence at the scene, and then just look at this uncle's room, and the truth will be captured......"

Handing the spike wrapped in a handkerchief to the girl Takagi in the evidence bag, she walked towards the door first.

After seeing Mr. Higashida's room, which was exactly the same as the decoration and color of Miss Nishimura's house, everyone quickly moved to the Kitagawa family, who sent Higashida back, and after presenting the modus operandi, the testimony of the clerk in the department store next door, the missing power cord of Kitagawa's VCR, and the band-aid on Kitakawa's thumb that was stabbed by a cactus thorn and rolled up, Kitagawa had to confess his guilt.

"It turns out that this guy actually chose to kill the killer and blame the uncle because Miss Nishimura forced him to marry, and he was so annoyed that he chose to kill him? Really, so ugly, there are still people who want to marry him......"

The girl with a cup of hot coffee in her mouth took a sip carefully, took the cup away from her mouth and muttered disdainfully, and Conan on the side of the hearing this drew a few black lines on his forehead, because the real prisoner had been found, and Takagi and Miwako personally sent Higashida, who was about to catch a plane to attend their daughter's wedding, to the airport after handing over Kitagawa to Twilight.

"Although the Junior Detectives don't seem to have much presence, you seem to be enjoying it?" Grab the empty cup into a ball and throw it accurately into the garbage bin not far away The girl said to Conan.

"Probably,"

Conan glanced at the car on the side of the road, the other four little guys were sleeping in it, a high degree of tension for several hours in a row, and then fatigue followed after a sudden relaxation, and he shrugged as he raised his head and drank his coffee: "Anyway, these little ghosts are full of energy to be able to participate, really, do they think this is fun......"

"They're actually quite useful, aren't they?"

"Tsk, let's ...... it."