Senma sighed, "It seems that no one will be able to solve the mystery left by my father." "The key that can bring the Golden Annex back to life.

"Nope. And one more. ”

Kamikawa holds his head in one hand, waiting for the last detective to bring the drama to an end.

"Huh? Who else? Senma was asking, and the screen monitoring the central attic suddenly went black, and text appeared on the computer screen next to it.

"This ......" Qianjian was demoted for a while.

The boy who found this place was beyond her expectations, and suddenly there was an eighth detective, and this detective directly unlocked the secret code of the treasure.

Who is capable of this......

"Let's go, there's no need to stay here any longer." Kamikawa stood up instantly, and the end of the drama was, of course, going to the live version.

Kamikawa instantly followed behind Qianjian Demo, and before he walked out of the monitoring room, he glanced back, most of the surveillance screens on the wall had fallen into a black screen, and in the screen that was still on, none of them had the figures of those detectives.

Senma Kaidai pushed open the door of the restaurant, and saw the boy named Conan standing in the restaurant. He looked calm, not at all like an ordinary child.

But then, the calm expression on his face collapsed, and he became very speechless.

"When did you find out it was her?"

Chima turned his head to look behind him, and the young man named Kamikawa Instant was standing at the door, without the slightest surprise on his face.

"When my car was blown up."

Kamikawa walked to the dining room and pulled out a chair and sat down. Ojo Zhuzen was still lying on the ground, with a terrified expression on his face before he died.

Conan scratched his head in disdain, this time trouble Kamikawa came instantly, and this happened. Even if the commission fee he received was all given to Kamikawa, it would not be enough for his loss.

"So, you all knew it was me, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"That's right, Senma-sama."

A few dead detectives came to the door of the restaurant for some reason, and walked into the restaurant under the shocked gaze of the thousand descendants.

"What are you doing?" Mori Kogoro tugged at his blazer, and the expensive blazer was scrapped.

"Mr. Maori played it very well, I almost thought you didn't find anything." Haruki Motegi laughed and teased him, Maori Kogoro's performance along the way was not at all like the famous sleeping Kogoro, he almost thought that this Maori Kogoro was fake.

"Cut~" Kaito pursed his lips, he played Maori Kogoro very hard. In the face of so many keen detectives, there are also two people who know Kogoro Maori well. Acting too similarly, it makes people doubt the authenticity of the detective, and acting smarter, it will arouse the suspicion of Xiaolan and Conan.

Next time, I won't pretend to be Maori Kogoro, it's too difficult.

"Senior Kamikawa, where have you been?" The White Horse Detective was very curious about the whereabouts of Kamikawa.

"I found the monitoring room, and in the monitoring room, I waited for Ms. Senma to throw herself into the net."

"I didn't think you were the fastest among us to find out." Gunda Ikumi said, no wonder that Kudo Shinichi asked him to participate, he is indeed qualified to participate in this detective's feast.

"But this kid is also very good, we didn't say anything, but the kid already knows what we're doing." Haruki Motegi walked up to Conan and reached out to stroke his head.

Conan smiled awkwardly, "Uncle told me." ”

The shock only existed for a moment, and Senma degraded himself with a self-deprecating smile. It's that she thinks too simply, so many famous detectives, where can she and Taishang play with?

"Even though you already know that I did all this, I'm still curious how you deduced that I made Ogami drink potassium cyanate. I was a long way from his seat, and there was no potassium cyanate in his cup of black tea. ”

"It doesn't matter what the seats are, you just coat each cup with potassium cyanate beforehand. And the place where you apply it is on the top half of the cup that connects to the handle. Detective Hakuba picked up a teacup from the cup, turned it slightly, looked at Haruki Motegi, and said, "That's why Mr. Motegi pretends to die of cyanide poisoning." ”

Haruki Motegi picked up his words, "Yes. This location is exactly where the thumb will get used to touching when Ojo drinks tea. And he habitually bites the nail of his thumb when he thinks about things, which is why he is poisoned. ”

"I think Mr. Dashang should also be your accomplice, but he didn't expect you to attack him, so he neglected to take precautions." Yumi Yarita looked at Zhuzen Ogami, who was no longer breathing, and the bite marks on Zhuzen's fingernails were clear in the eyes of her, the former coroner.

Several detectives simply explained the key to the case, and the so-called performances in the restaurant were all performed for her.

The body of the thousand generations couldn't help but stiffen a little, and this old lady who was over 60 years old looked even older.

"As soon as the maid lady said that when she arrived at the annex early in the morning, she saw a Mercedes Benz parked on the parking lot, and I began to be suspicious. To park a Mercedes sedan on such a remote hill would require an accomplice. Listening to the reasoning of the detectives, Conan couldn't help but forget his identity, revealing a depth that did not belong to this age group.

The detectives around him all looked at him, their eyes full of interest and inquiry.

Kamikawa watched him quietly for a moment, pretending to see when he would come to his senses.

Conan seemed to be in a certain state and did not notice the abnormality of the people looking at him, and he continued, "So, the reason why you deliberately waited for your uncle's car on the road was to let him know your reaction to the cigarettes, so that you could poison Mr. Ogami alone in the restaurant. Anyone who has potassium cyanate in his hand and then grabs a cigarette and puts it in his mouth will not want to live. ”

"Yes. So I've already washed my hands. Haruki Motegi lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, looking at Conan with interest, "Kid, you're very good!" ”

Seeing that several detectives around him were all looking at him, Conan's scalp tingled for a while, and he finally realized that he had made another mistake with his old problem. He scratches his head in embarrassment, trying to alleviate the detectives' curiosity about him.

"Haha... Because I encountered a lot of cases with Uncle Maori on weekdays, I also learned a lot......"

Ikumi Gunda looked at Conan inexplicably, "Children are very smart, but don't go down the wrong path!" ”