"Mr. Shinhara is right. Mr. Akashi used a newspaper to cover it, and through the newspaper he stabbed Chizo Ogura and killed him. ”

"That way, the blood will be sprayed on the newspaper and he won't have blood on his body." Sato added thoughtfully.

"Do you have any proof? Can you find newspapers? Akashi still pleaded not guilty.

"The evidence is the imprint under the palm of Chizo Ogura's right hand. It was supposed that he held the newspaper in order to resist, but the words on the newspaper were printed on his blood-covered hands. ”

"Now I can compare, I believe that the mark must have been on your newspaper; And just ask the conductor to check the toilet in the carriage and you'll be sure to find the blood-stained newspaper that you hit the toilet. ”

Conan's voice was firm and confident, and he revealed the truth about Akashi's murder.

"You talk nonsense! He didn't hold the newspaper at all! It is impossible to print the words in the newspaper. Mr. Akashi yelled excitedly, and only after yelling did he realize what he had said.

Mr. Akashi's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he confessed his guilt silently, but when everyone was silent, he suddenly ran into Mr. Tokuyama and rushed outside.

Conan twisted the power button of his shoe, looked at the coffee can on the side, and was about to kick it towards Akashi, when he saw Akira Shinhara step forward and a very standard over-the-shoulder fall that knocked Akashi to the ground.

"Beautiful!" Sato exclaimed and stepped forward to handcuff Akashi.

"The doors will close in five minutes, so please hurry up if you get off the bus in Tokyo!"

After solving the incident, Xinyuan Ming said goodbye politely to Conan and others, and got out of the car with his black leather bag without delay, his back looked chic and elegant, and with a little sadness.

Sato called Officer Twilight to explain the situation, and soon several police officers got into the car and took Akashi and the bomb away.

Takagi sighed a little, "Freshara-san is really good, he used to be the first in all subjects when he was in the police academy, we all thought that he would do this in the future, but who knew that he suddenly dropped out." ”

"But excellent people are excellent everywhere, and Xinyuan's reasoning ability is still so powerful!" Takagi's expression was full of envy.

And Conan, who was watching from the sidelines the whole time, accidentally glanced at the bomb, only to see that it was a simple assembled earth bomb.

This kind of bomb disposal time only takes five minutes at most, and it does not take more than ten minutes at all.

"Officer Takagi, is Uncle Shinhara good at defusing bombs?" Conan looked curiously at Officer Takagi, a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Of course it's amazing, I heard that even the seniors of the bomb disposal team can't compare to him!" Takagi said recallingly, with a hint of admiration on his face.

"Really?" Conan was thoughtful.

"However, Mr. Shinhara seems to have a little psychological disorder in this aspect, and he seems to be a little dark phobia." Sato touched his chin and added, explaining to the two of them the previous situation of Akira Shinhara's bomb disposal.

"Then why doesn't Uncle Shinhara fly? The Shinkansen train will pass through a long tunnel, isn't Uncle Shinhara afraid? Conan looked puzzled.

"Dididi!" Suddenly, the fire alarm went off for no apparent reason, followed by panicked and noisy running, clamming and screaming.

"It's on fire, run!"

The alarm sounded loudly, and the people in the carriage were in chaos, pulling their luggage, and rushed towards the door in a hurry, looking frightened.

"What's going on?" Sato was hit by a suitcase, stabilized his body, and pulled a police officer to ask.

"I don't know why the bathroom suddenly caught fire, but fortunately, it didn't cause widespread damage in time, but the body was charred."

"Are there any casualties?" Sato frowned tightly, his expression serious.

"That's not it." The officer reminisced and shook his head.

"Okay, bring the body back to the Metropolitan Police Department, pacify the crowd, and we will go back as soon as possible." Sato's brows furrowed slightly, and he arranged the work carefully and carefully.

Conan on the side was in thought, wondering in his heart, why the corpse was scorched, was it an accident or man-made?

"Conan, it's time for us to go home!" Maolilan's gentle voice summoned Conan out of his contemplation, and by this time he had already packed his luggage and stood at the door of the carriage and beckoned to Conan.

"Sister Xiaolan, wait for me!" Conan responded coquettishly and ran towards Maoriran.

Mao Lilan led Conan, and the big and small figures gradually walked away, and suddenly an exclamation sounded.

"Oops! Uncle Maori is still on the train! ”

……

Akira Shinhara got out of the taxi, glanced at the big words "Maori Detective Agency" on the second floor, and walked in the opposite direction.

As long as he doesn't appear in Conan, it's all his free time.

Akira Shinhara carefully recalled today's performance, and there was nothing particularly out of the ordinary.

And with Sato's initial favorability, I believe that it will be able to build a more positive image in the hearts of readers.

I just don't know, did Mr. Little Detective find the flaws he left behind?

Akira Shinhara curled the corners of his lips interestingly and walked in the direction of his home.

"Bump!" A flower pot fell from the sky and fell directly in front of Akira Shinhara, if he hadn't stopped before, maybe he would have been a dead soul by now.

", there's no wind, why did the flower pot fall?" A middle-aged woman's voice came from above, asking loudly, "Are you okay?" ”

Akira Shinhara shook his head and left.

In just two hundred meters home, Akira Shinhara experienced flower pots falling from the sky, smashing signboards on his head, and wild cats that suddenly appeared, etc., and all of them were in danger several times.

Akira Shinhara still looks calm and elegant, with a good demeanor, but the corners of his mouth are very stiff, and his heart is constantly diss the damn forum system.

This luck of encountering crises at every turn, can only be said to be worthy of the cannon fodder role in the Kexue world?

seems to feel the resentment of Shinhara Ming, and the system reminds him in a friendly voice, but the tone is inexplicably with an intriguing sense of pride?

[Now you will consume 3 health points every day you survive, and it will be deducted at 12 midnight every day, please try to live until the day the author updates.] 】

[I pray that the author will not suspend the publication this time due to illness, playing mahjong, recuperation, etc.] 】

[Hee-hee-hee. 】

Akira Shinhara: ...... This human customer service is really annoying!

"And that kind of thing?" Akira Shinhara feels like he's been deceived!

He thought that after participating in the plot, he would be able to see the manga the next day and receive feedback from readers.

[The author is also a human being, and it is a normal desire to want to break off. The tone of the system is full of storytelling.

[But you don't have to worry, there is such a thing as a preview.] It's just that the new character can't appear in the trailer. 】

Akira Shinhara: ...... Thank you!