Yueliu actually has a small guess about Conan's identity.

After all, there are not many people in this world who like to solve cases so much, and there are not many people who can be taken care of by the Kudo couple.

As it happens, one of the people on this list has recently disappeared.

But he needed a little more exact proof, such as replicating Conan's conditions for getting bigger, and then recording a video of him getting bigger.

Regardless of whether the growth and shrinkage of this imp has anything to do with the evil god, he can use it to threaten this imp on video, telling him to be honest, and it is best to extort some more money from the Kudo couple.

As for solving the case tonight......

Tsukiyanagi yawned, locked the door carefully, put a glass on the doorknob, took Yaeko to watch the house, and fell asleep.

He'll have to drive tomorrow! How can I have time to help investigate the case.

Perhaps the murderer's purpose had been achieved, and nothing else happened that night.

After Yueliu woke up, she was called to the restaurant by the housekeeper to wait for the meal.

Yaeko floated over and enthusiastically shared what she saw last night:

Conan chatted with Fumiko Hotta for a while, and then went to the butler's room for a while.

"By the way, there is another photo in the housekeeper's room, and the photo inlaid in Miss Fumiko's necklace is the same person."

Yaeko is like a Ru who has fallen into a melon, and her expression is slightly excited:

"Conan slept on the sofa last night and didn't go back to his room, probably because he was afraid that the murderer would sneak away.

"That old man who was a housekeeper, he laughed so horribly as if he had done something in the car! But I don't understand. ”

Yaeko pouted, obviously not enjoying eating melons.

Yueliu looked at her speechlessly and asked in a low voice:

"I asked you to watch the house, and you went to watch the gossip?

"What if the murderer comes in and gives me two knives?"

Yueliu felt that this little friend needed to be trained well, which was a bit too unreliable.

Yaeko's expression froze for a moment:

"It should ...... No way? ”

Didn't they pass by? Why is it targeted by a murderer?

At this moment, an anesthetic needle shot from behind and into Yueliu's neck.

Yueliu, who couldn't dodge, shook twice and fell down directly.

Yaeko: !!

It shook the moon willow, and found that the moon willow seemed to have really passed out, and suddenly the whole ghost was not good.

When I turned my head, I saw Conan who put away his watch and secretly put a photo on the table.

Yaeko's little eyes suddenly turned red, and he took out the treasured ghost qi, turned it into a small hammer, and flew to Conan's side without fear of death, and knocked the strange child's head hard at once:

"Bastard! What did you do to my moon willow! Dislike! Dislike! Dislike! ”

If the boss doesn't let it use its skills in front of ordinary people, it will want to turn the water in the kettle next to it into an ice lump and smash this hateful tomboy to death!

Conan scratched his head and couldn't help but sneeze.

Strange, how do you feel a little itchy on the top of your head? And the body is a little cold too?

Could it be that I caught a cold from sleeping on the sofa yesterday?

Conan didn't bother with this kind of small problem anymore, and seeing that the housekeeper was shocked when he saw the photo, he quickly hid behind Yueliu:

"What's wrong? Mr. Butler, this is a picture of your room, why be afraid? ”

Everyone looked at Yueliu lying on the table in surprise.

The butler frowned, barely suppressing his anger:

"Have you been to my room?"

Conan directly responded as Moon Willow:

"Yes, I found sulfur and chemicals in your cupboard.

"Today's bomb, you must have made it, right?

"It's a handmade bomb made with chemical fertilizer and sulfur, mixed with some chemical materials!"

Koichi Hotta was a little stunned and couldn't believe it:

"Can these things be made into bombs?"

Conan said with great certainty:

"Of course you can, as long as you mix it according to a certain proportion, the bomb you make can completely cause this kind of power."

The housekeeper didn't panic because the things were kept within everyone's reach.

He kept the anger he deserved:

"That's nonsense! What reason do I have to kill the master? ”

Conan is still unhurried:

"This is your revenge for the man in the picture, and Miss Fumiko told Conan that he is a wonderful pianist.

"Five years ago, he was trampled on by Mr. Hotta and broke his finger, so he committed suicide!

"And this person is your own son!"

When everyone was shocked, Conan continued to explain:

"Today is Mr. Hotta's birthday, and you can handle the gifts in his room.

"You pick a bottle of whiskey and leave it in a state where the box explodes when you cut it open.

"You punctured everyone's tires and cut the phone lines to complete the next crime."

Speaking of which, a car passed by the window, and the person sitting here was none other than Fumiko Hotta.

Seeing this, the housekeeper smiled, and also gave up struggling:

"You're right, my son Kentaro is an excellent pianist who is deeply in love with a girl.

"Five years ago, he finally won the piano competition, which was recognized by the music industry.

He mentioned courage, like the girl's rich and powerful father, that is, Master Hotta.

However, Kosaku Hotta not only humiliated Kentaro, but also trampled on his fingers, so that he could no longer play the piano!

And at this time, that girl, that is, Fumiko Hotta, also ruthlessly left him and left!

"Kentaro couldn't stand the blow and committed suicide ......"

The housekeeper burst into tears:

"Later, I learned about the whole thing at Kentaro's funeral.

"I just realized that I didn't know anything about Kentaro......"

Conan was about to speak, but noticed that Tsukiliu moved.

He was stunned.

Are you kidding? With this dose of anesthetic needle, the average person will be in a coma for at least a few hours, right?

Yueliu stood up, motioned behind the butler, and helped Conan complete his unfinished reasoning:

"Miss Fumiko didn't leave, so your plan failed.

"But you are indeed a failure, the necklace around Miss Fumiko's neck can store photos.

"I think it's a picture of your son."

Yaeko cheered, and a flying pounce hugged Yueliu's arm, rubbing with a smiling face:

"It's great that you're okay~Scared me~"

Yueliu pretended to tidy up her clothes, gently stroked little Lori's head, and looked at the table with a smile:

"Conan, where's the necklace?"

Conan, who was stunned, finally reacted and opened Fumiko Hotta's necklace and put it on the table:

"This is what Uncle Tsukiliu asked me to borrow from Miss Fumiko."

Yueliu did not deny it and continued:

"Your son has been dead for so many years, but she still carries a photo with her, and she doesn't look like someone who will abandon him at a critical moment.

"I suppose the reason why she had a falling out with Hotta Koh in the first place was for your son, right?

"I've seen a lot of stories of rich girls meeting true love."

Yueliu didn't want to deal with this Hanhan, who had been tossing for five years and hadn't even figured out the truth about his son's death.

Pulled out a business card of Zoe again and handed it to Fumiko Hotta:

"If you want to help him reduce his sentence, you can go to this lawyer, and if you pay a little bit, this gentleman will be able to come out soon.

"You can't bear to see your lover's father, who has been in prison for two years at this age, right?"

Since this young lady can't die and can't provide energy fragments, he has to find it from somewhere else!

If, let the daughter expose her father's crimes, plus the two sons fight for the family property.

The Hotta Group is not finished, but the stock has fallen, and the bears have joined forces to gather wool, which is for sure!

Fumiko Hotta hesitated, but took the business card anyway.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Yueliu said directly:

"Who will pay for my repair costs?" By the way, please give me a room, I want to talk to Conan about a little 'personal matter'! ”

Conan broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes shrunk to the size of pintips, and his brain was running wildly.

I've run out of anesthetic needles, what now?