"Brother Nakajima! Let's go pick up the storage box! Looks like we're coming soon! After locking on the murderer he identified, Conan, who had no mental obstacles to his identity as a child, pulled Nakajima Hideaki's pants with his cute face and walked towards the storage.

"Good! The sooner we catch the murderer, the sooner we can lift the danger alarm! Ueda! Takeshita! Let's go get the suitcase! Feeling the unyielding pull on his trouser leg, Nakajima, who had an ugly face, sighed and greeted the two colleagues who were friends in college next to him and walked towards the storage together.

"Number 99!"

"Ahh It's me! Give you a nameplate! ”

"Number 97!"

"Oh! Looks like it's me this time! ”

"Number 124!"

"Ahh Thank you! Here's my nameplate! ”

"Huh? Number 124? If I'm not mistaken, the number plates here are issued in order, Xiaolan just told me that she was lucky to get the number 100 plate, so how could these three guys before us have the number 124 plate? If I'm not mistaken, it's Hideaki Nakajima who makes a deal with tequila! Damn it! Was it him? No wonder he collided with Tequila, I'm afraid that's how they exchanged number plates, right? In other words, the tequila took the No. 98 plate in Nakajima Hideaki's hand, but why do I always have the feeling that the puzzle is still there? Why, exactly? ”

"That's right! It's a number plate! If I'm not mistaken, Hideaki Nakajima, who had been chatting with Uncle Maori, was the last of the three to receive the number plate! Why did he become a number 98 plate? It stands to reason that he should be number 99, and if Yuichi's speculation is correct, then the bastard guy who planted the bomb and intimidated President Ishikawa will also surface! Now all you need is proof! I've got to think about when that guy switched the number plates! ”

Just when Conan figured out the ins and outs of the whole thing in his heart, Yuichi and the Twilight Police Department on the other side also set their eyes on the three suspects locked by Conan, because all the people in line in front of him had been carefully searched, and there were only more than twenty people left behind.

"No. 97 plate, Koji Ueda, Mantendo Video Game Development Department! Please open your suitcase! Check your belongings carefully and we'll return them to you when we're done! ”

"Okay! No problem! I've done that! Mr. Police can check! ”

"Thank you for your cooperation! Check it out! There is nothing to look for! Please check your suitcase here! Next! Number 98! ”

"Number 98? Repeat: Mr. with No. 98 plate, please come to the inspection office and cooperate with the work! ”

"Number 98?"

As the inspectors questioned over and over again, the eyes of Koji Ueda, who had already walked through the checkpoint, and Hiroshi Takeshita, who was standing in place, and the eyes of several parties such as Hideaki Nakajima and Kogoro Mori, who were standing on the side, gradually became strange, because they all found something interesting.

"Nakajima! Takeshita! You two were right behind me, right? Who's number 98! Hurry up! ”

However, there was an eerie silence in response to Ueda.

"I see? Mr. Nakajima! Mr. Takeshita! Can you please show me your number plates? Seeing this strange situation, Yuichi still didn't understand what was going on, and after exchanging glances with Conan, he cautiously walked up to the silent two and asked for their number plates.

"No need! I'm the one who made the deal with that mystery man! I was holding the suitcase he had stored! But I can swear, Mr. Officer! I really didn't kill anyone! After casually throwing the No. 124 plate in his hand into Yuichi's hand, Nakajima Hideaki seemed to be completely relieved, pulled his tight tie and shook the suitcase in his hand, and countless large yen bills bundled into rolls fell out of the suitcase with his shaking, and everyone at the scene looked at this scene and was speechless in surprise.

"Indeed! I believe that you did not kill anyone, because the murderer was someone else! More than that, I'd like to talk to you about the guys who trade with you! Come on, come on! Take it easy! We're here! Grab a cup of coffee, relieve the tension, and let's talk slowly! ”

"That's right! And a nasty bastard who planted a bomb! Mr. Takeshita? Don't mind opening your suitcase and let's take a look! ”

"But my suitcase is fine! I'm number 99! The problematic Nakajima has been controlled by you, isn't it? Hearing Yuichi's sudden opening, Takeshita's originally relaxed nerves tensed again, and he stammered a little and asked.

"Yes! Nakajima, who is related to the deceased, has been found, but this does not mean that the murderer of the bombing has been found! Do you understand? Everyone on the scene has to check their suitcases, including you and the more than 20 people behind you, understand? So, please open your suitcase, right? ”

Looking at Yuichi, who still wanted to resist stubbornly, Yuichi snorted coldly and explained word by word against his chest, and after being oppressed by Yuichi's momentum, Takeshita, who finally collapsed in his heart, also breathed a sigh of relief, and opened the suitcase in his hand and threw it to Yuichi on the side. But just as Yuichi focused his attention on the suitcase, Takeshita, who seemed to accept his fate, suddenly rushed to Nakajima with lightning speed. Reaching out, he grabbed Nakajima by the neck and slammed it against a pillar on the side.

"Why didn't you die! Why? Is God really so blind? If it weren't for you, my beloved beauty wouldn't have left me, and you who got her, why didn't you cherish it? If you hadn't cruelly abandoned her, how could she have committed suicide by jumping off a building? The hatred of taking his wife is not shared! I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost! Hideaki Nakajima! You scumbag! ”

"Quick! Separate the two of them! Hideaki Nakajima is an important witness! This Hiroshi Takeshita is also an important suspect! Neither of them can be fine! Do you understand? Separate them! Just when Takeshita Yunobu and Nakajima Hideaki scuffled together, the Twilight Police Department on the side finally reacted, and after the angry and corrupt command of a few policemen who were silently eating melons on the side stepped forward to stop them, their hearts gradually relaxed, less than two hours! The serious explosion case was easily solved, and in any case, he was a great achievement.

"Oh? Was it sold forgiveness package? You're holding Hideaki Nakajima's suitcase, right? In this way, the evidence is conclusive! Let's take Mr. Hironobu Takeshita back to the Metropolitan Police Department first! Mr. Hideaki Nakajima, it's time for us to talk about the mysterious organization that makes deals with you, right? After cracking the bombing case and giving the Twilight Police Department a face, Yuichi, who was more concerned about the clues of the black-clad organization, finally asked the question he wanted to know the most under Conan's expectant eyes.