Kazami also has a toothache, and he hates dealing with lawyers because he can't say it.

But he couldn't help but listen to Mr. Shibuyani's orders.

As a result, his attitude was unprecedentedly tough:

"There may be a chance that someone planted the bar, but the prisoner probably couldn't have planted a bomb at Mr. Okiya's house in advance, right?

"Even if there is, we have to ask Mr. Okiya to cooperate with us and recall who has this motive.

"We enforce the law impartially, whatever you want to interview, you are free.

"As for the man in the knitted hat, we think we need to be vigilant until the real culprit is found.

"Come with us, Mr. Okiya."

Hearing that Mr. Kurosawa would not be taken away, the lawyer smiled slightly, did not stop again, and made a gesture of please.

Okiya Pleiades: !!

Mr. Akai, help!

If you don't come again, I'll be on the organization's list of exterminations!

The information collected by Conan is not complete, and he doesn't think there is any problem with the handling of the public security for the time being.

After seeing the Japanese police take away Okiya, he touched his chin and began to think about the case at the bar.

Scanning his gaze around, Conan noticed a stack of photos on the table next to him.

While everyone was not paying attention, Conan climbed onto the stool and found that these were photos of the scene taken by the police during the collection of evidence:

On the table where the deceased drank before his death, there was a bottle of champagne, a few glasses of wine, a few boxes of open camera roll, an open box of metal darts, and a roll of paper that looked like a star poster and leaning against the corner.

On the bar counter, there were a few wine glasses, perhaps the scene was too chaotic, and they were basically knocked over.

On the ceiling of the bar, fancy ribbons are tied.

Conan's gaze paused in this photo, jumped off the table with the photo, leaned in front of Wataru Takagi and asked:

"Officer Takagi, excuse me, is there still a police uncle in the bar?"

Takagi Wataru was stunned for a moment and nodded:

"Well, the police have been pestering, and the prisoner has not been found.

"That's why Officer Twilight arranged for a few people from the Inspection Bureau to go through the inspection over there, for fear of missing out on any important information.

"What's wrong? Conan."

Conan motioned for him to come closer:

"In that case, can you help me see ......?"

Officer Takagi was stunned: "It's okay to see, but why is that?"

Conan lowered his head, his glasses reflecting an eerie light:

"Well, you'll know when you're done."

Takagi wade scratched his head, in the past, Conan used to ask him to investigate this and that, in the name of Maori.

He was very familiar with this kind of temporary assignment.

Generally at this time, it means that it is not far from work.

Takagi took the task and happily went to contact the Supervision Department.

Maori said solemnly:

"The biggest suspect at the moment is the guy with the knitted hat.

"If he didn't kill anyone, then why run away in a hurry?"

Twilight Thirteen is also helpless:

"But, Brother Maori, Officer Matsumoto said that gentleman wouldn't kill......

Maori snorted coldly, and the sense of justice prevailed over the awe of the police hierarchy:

"Even the most noble person will inevitably have an impulsive time to sin.

"Besides, the police haven't even figured out the identity of that person, so how can they arbitrarily rule out his suspicion?"

Kurosawa's good-natured round game:

"I think the police also have a police problem.

"I'm sure there's absolutely no bombs or anything like that in my shop, though.

"The night before, Mr. Maori was drunk and spent the night with me.

"If there is such a thing, with Mr. Mori's observation, he will definitely be able to find it."

Maori nodded, his face full of unhappiness:

"That's right, there must be something wrong with this matter!"

Twilight Thirteen is even more helpless, what else can he do?

The Japanese public security guys made a mess.

However, the conflict between the police and the public security is an internal contradiction within the National Police Agency, and there is no way to say it clearly in front of outsiders, so you can only play haha and fool the past.

Takagi ran back happily and said happily:

"Officer Twilight, the murder weapon has been found! You guessed it right, Mr. Maori, the murder weapon is on the ceiling!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at Maori in unison.

Maori said in a panic:

"No, no, it's not me, I didn't do anything!"

After panicking for a moment, he calmed down again.

According to previous experience, at this time, there should be a voice exactly like oneself, and then there will be a pain in the neck, and as soon as you wake up, the case will be solved.

Maori clutched her neck, a little expectant.

Wataru Takagi asked suspiciously:

"Didn't you tell Conan to come to me and contact the Inspection Bureau to investigate the bar ceiling?"

Conan jumped out:

"I asked Officer Takagi to investigate, but it has nothing to do with my uncle, I thought of it myself."

The corners of Conan's mouth hooked, revealing a confident smile:

"Because, I already know who the murderer is."

As he spoke, he pointed to one of the three social animals:

"You're the murderer! Mr. Twilight Monhei!"

Xiao Twilight broke out in a cold sweat, and she panicked:

"No, it's not me, it's none of me!"

Conan put his pocket in his pocket and reasoned confidently:

"It's useless to quibble, if I'm right, there should still be your fingerprints on the murder weapon.

"I suppose you pretended to help the deceased, taking the opportunity to use a poisonous metal dart to stab the deceased into the deceased's body.

"After that, you use clay or something like that, and you attach the murder weapon to the camera film box while everyone is not looking.

"As long as you pour one-third of the water into the negative box in advance, and then put in a sugar-sized foaming hot spring ingot, you can launch the murder weapon into the air."

"Bubble hot spring ingots?"

Officer Twilight looked confused.

Conan snorted:

"When a bubbling hot spring ingot comes into contact with water, it produces a large amount of carbonic acid.

"The gas that fills the negative box accumulates to a certain extent and it will fly the lid bullets."

Conan took out that picture:

"If you add a roll-up of posters, you can obscure everyone's view and leave the murder weapon on the ceiling in a natural way.

"I think you were going to kill the deceased while he was drunk.

"Let's celebrate with champagne and seize the time to cover up the sound of the negative box being bounced.

"It's just that Uncle Kurosawa's shop is being visited by some criminals, and the smoke bombs have blinded everyone's view to help you better complete this plan.

"Am I right? Mr. Twilight."

Twilight fell to her knees and confessed her motive for the crime.

Maori looked at Conan unhappily:

"This little ghost can occasionally think of things that adults can't think of.

Officer Twilight complimented:

"This looks like Mr. Mori, you taught it well, maybe Conan can really become a detective in the future."

Conan looked at him.

He reasoned, what does it have to do with Uncle Maori?

Maolilan looked at Conan in a daze, and his eyes appeared in a trance for a moment.

The way Conan reasoned just now, it really looks like Shinichi!

If you think about it, when Conan appeared, it was exactly the time when Shinichi disappeared.

Don't......