He rubbed his fingertips, looked at Bai Shu again, and said kindly, "Did you happen to see me pick up this pen before you doubted me?" ”

No, I read the spoilers before I doubted you.

…… Of course, you can't say that.

In order to make him surrender with peace of mind, Bai Shu recalled various clues and replied to him pretendingly, "No, it's because you have too many flaws." And you're overconfident – surveillance can leave a lot more information than you think. ”

"That's right! The way I threw the pen and kneaded the paper, it didn't look right! The boss of Manaka was actually proud.

"......", Bai Shu pushed him up with a finger, and he was startled, affecting himself to release the spirit of the king.

"This one in your hand is the pen used by the boss in the surveillance. He heard your voice at the time and wanted to write down your name, but after getting it, he found that the pen couldn't write, and the label he 'easily' tore off on the wall was also a note that you had prepared in advance, with 'クボタ' written on it. ”

He was forced to write a "fake" death message.

"I see." , Director Ochiai laughed twice, with a bit of tiredness and relief in his voice, "The pictures in the surveillance, and what happened today, are the proud works that I have practiced many times. I didn't expect it to be seen so easily, I underestimated you a little. ”

Bai Shu thought about it and felt that he had said everything he needed to say, so he went straight to the road, "Turn yourself in." ”

……

When the two confronted each other in the bathroom, Conan also came to the same conclusion with more and more information.

He quickly saw through the lie, but when he looked up, he realized that the real murderer had disappeared without a trace.

Originally, I wanted to slowly guide Maori Kogoro to find out the truth, but now, Director Ochiai slipped away, and Kuwata saw that he was about to be taken away, and it would be too late to rub it off, Conan gritted his teeth and raised the small watch cover to Maori Kogoro, sorry uncle.

Mori Kogoro sat down next to him in a daze with a numb back of his neck, and after enumerating the evidence with a voice changer, Conan concluded, "...... Judging from various clues, the murderer is the director of this art museum, Mr. Ochiai. ”

His reasoning sounded very reasonable, and Twilight subconsciously wanted to check with the curator of Ochiai, only to find that the curator was missing.

Did you really abscond in fear of sin?

Just as he was about to send a police officer to look for it, the door to the exhibition hall suddenly opened, and Director Ochiai walked in through the door.

The staff looked at this kind old man, no one could speak, as the focus of all eyes, the old man was not flustered, he looked up at the others and smiled, "What's wrong?" ”

Director Ochiai's temperament looks much more stable and elegant than Kuwata.

The Dusk Police Department didn't dare to ask him like he had just yelled at Wata, but just asked, "Curator, did you have an alibi when the crime occurred around half past four in the afternoon?" ”

"At that time." Hearing this, the old man immediately understood, and it turned out that more than one person had deduced his plan.

He twisted his beard helplessly, "At that time, I was waiting for someone to go to the appointment. ”

"Great! Who is that person, come and testify? It would be nice to have an alibi, it seems that the detective was wrong. Employees who were worried about him breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ochiai continued, "At that time, I was wearing armor and standing in this exhibition room, waiting for the demon who rebelled, Boss Manaka. ”

"Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to punish Kuwata, but the detectives' minds are really much better than mine." He looked at Mori Kogoro, who was sleeping on the floor, and his face showed a hint of complexity.

Detectives?

Conan grasped the point, and his attention was withdrawn from the case, only to realize that there was no white tree in the house. Could it have just ...... Did he get back the Ochiai curator who slipped away?

Conan couldn't help but laugh, this time, he didn't rush to find Bai Shu for verification, but slowly ignited his fighting spirit.

In the future, he will definitely be able to find evidence and solve the case before that person's intuition.

Outside the exhibition hall, Bai Shu leaned against the corridor separated by a wall and listened to the whole process.

The chubby soul at his feet was still biting his fingers angrily, "What a knight demon, it sounds like he's a hero, obviously a brutal executioner!" The art museum I bought, how to run it is my problem, what does it matter to him! ”

Bai Shu half-crouched down and opened his hand towards him, and the teleportation array emerged from his hand, and he said succinctly, "Be a good person in your next life." ”

……

The case started quickly and ended quickly. However, for reporters, such a little time is enough to hear the wind and rush to the scene.

When I went out, there were a large number of melon-eating people and reporters at the entrance of the art museum, and Mori Kogoro had just woken up from anesthesia, touching his neck and looking confused. However, when the camera came to his face, he still subconsciously smiled confidently and smiled and waved a V-shaped hand with a smile.

Pretending to be a passerby, Shiraki slipped away in a low-key manner, and after rounding the crowd, he walked towards Mori Kogoro's car.

When he opened the rear door, he suddenly looked up at a white Mazda parked across the road.

……

"He seems to have taken a look at you."

Behind the Mazda's light visor, a dark-skinned tea-haired young man held the steering wheel with one hand and his cheek in the other, staring at the modest car opposite.

The woman in the passenger seat snorted coldly and stroked the soft black hair that hung down to her waist, "He just found someone in the car and took a casual look." ”

The woman's name is Suzu Yukimura, who used to be the god of death of Mo's feelings, and now, she is a criminal of Mo's feelings.

Three years ago, the person she loved died because of an undercover organization, and two months later, she also died of drunk driving.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that not only was she not dead, but she had also inexplicably become a grim reaper.

Some of the rules and duties of the god of death vaguely surfaced in his mind, but Suzu Yukimura didn't pay attention to it at all, and only wanted to use this power that fell from the sky to resurrect the white moonlight in his heart.

And in the resurrection process, the necessary sacrifice is another god of death.

The woman looked at the car opposite, and a cold light was bound to pass under her eyes, and the car was instantly overflowing with cold air, and the handrail she was leaning on even slowly formed a layer of frost.

The man in the driver's seat was frozen with goosebumps.

Amuro withdrew his hand twitching out of the corner of his eyes, hugging his chest to keep warm, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think for the Nth time, this woman should not have crawled out of some bloody youth pain literature.

The other party said "death" and "soul", to be honest, he still believes it.

If it weren't for the fact that she really knew how to explain something that couldn't be explained by science, Amuro would have contacted the psychiatric hospital and sent him in.

The reason why she has endured until now is only because of her sworn promise of "resurrection".

- If she can really succeed, his friend will be able to come back to life.

The young man leaned against the car window and looked at the police officers maintaining order in front of the museum, and a trace of expectation crossed his eyes, which was fleeting.