Watanabe Kiyama kept looking at Miwako Sato and Wataru Takagi, and then reached out and touched his right pocket, as if to confirm something.

"Mr. Watanabe, are you alright?" Akira Shinhara looked at Watanabe Kiyama with a worried expression, and very kindly handed over a glass of watermelon juice again, which was the one that Conan disliked and didn't drink before.

Watanabe Kiyama just glanced at the color of the watermelon juice, then looked away, shook his head and said, "I'm fine." ”

Nanfeng and Ishikawa Takei were both called in for questioning in turn, and now it was the turn of Akira Shinhara and Watanabe Kiyama.

Watanabe Kiyama stood up a little tremblingly, kept looking left and right, swallowed saliva, rubbed his fingers, and subconsciously buried his head when he passed Sato and others.

Akira Shinhara quietly observed Watanabe Kiyama, his expression calm and calm, and said softly as Watanabe Kiyama's footsteps gradually slowed down.

"I know, you're not a murderer."

Watanabe Kiyama's body stiffened, his expression was a little surprised and confused, and he looked at Akira Shinhara with glowing eyes, "Really? Mr. Shinhara, do you really believe me? ”

"I believe in you. It's just that...... The poison in your right pocket, I'm afraid it's a little unexplainable. Akira Shinhara's eyes swept Watanabe Kiyama's protected right pocket, which was meaningful.

Watanabe Kiyama's right hand shook, and he almost exclaimed in surprise, eager to say something, but was interrupted by the police officer leading the way in front, "Hurry up!" What are you grinding in the back? ”

Akira Shinhara nodded at the officer, and when he stepped over the border wood mountain, he said softly, "Mr. Watanabe, let's figure out what to do with this poison, once the body is searched, the coffin will be closed." ”

Watanabe Kiyama's pupils were full of bloodshots, his eyes widened, and he was already tense to the extreme, looking at the relaxed Shinhara Akira in front of him, his eyes were gloomy, as if he had made some decision.

And here Shinhara Akira is also very cooperative in explaining the situation to the police, and his expression and attitude are very natural.

"Well, when it comes to strange places, there is one thing that makes me a little confused." Akira Shinhara frowned and touched his chin thoughtfully, as if he was reminiscing.

"Before the banquet began, Mr. Hashimon introduced us to the sake of Chie Mijin, and said that he would drink it with us after the banquet began, but for some reason, he changed to whiskey during the banquet."

"Are you sure?" The recorded police officer has serious eyes, sits upright, and does not smile.

"Yes, Mr. Maori also said at the time that he didn't like the kind of wine that only women drink." Akira Shinhara nodded, and naturally introduced Maori Kogoro into the topic.

"Thank you for your cooperation, we will verify as soon as possible." The officer nodded at Akira Shinhara and signaled that he could go out.

After Akira Shinhara came out, he sat in his original position and swiped his mobile phone, flipping through some news reports, until he finally found the news he wanted.

Sure enough.

Is this Qiaomen Jiangdao so hated? He was a little curious about the story behind it.

"Mr. Shinhara, what are you looking at?" Nanfeng took the initiative to ask, his head slightly sideways, wanting to see the content on his phone.

Akira Shinhara naturally closed the mobile phone page, shook his head and said that he was just watching some entertainment news, and then looked at Ishikawa Tianjing on the side with some confusion, and asked, "Mr. Ishikawa, aren't you sitting?" ”

Ishikawa Tian Jingleng paused for a moment, touched the medicine box on the bench, looked at Akira Shinhara and shook his head, and said with a wry smile, "I've been a family doctor for a long time, and I'm used to standing." ”

"Has Mr. Watanabe been with Mr. Hashimon all along? How long have you been following? Akira Shinhara didn't ask, but changed the topic, as if chatting about family life.

"Hmm...... It's been about three years, he's the main assistant, and the banquet usually follows. Ishikawa nodded and replied somewhat absent-mindedly.

Akira Shinhara smiled and nodded, thanked politely and detachedly, and without asking, he saw Conan on the side follow out Watanabe Kiyama and ran to the corner.

Watanabe Kiyama, who was around the corner, looked left and right, looked panicked, and after confirming that there was no one, his right hand with gloves took out a small sealed plastic bag from his right pocket, and the small pocket contained a tightly wrapped brown medicine bottle, and threw it into the trash can without hesitation, and at the same time threw away the gloves and clapped his hands.

After discovering that no one had paid attention to this side, Watanabe Kiyama quietly breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and walked towards the outside of the banquet.

But I didn't see Conan, who was hiding under the stool in the corner, and he had already witnessed the whole process.

After Watanabe Kiyama left, Conan quickly stepped forward to check the trash can, took out a white handkerchief, took out the small plastic bag from it, held his breath, wrapped the other index finger and thumb with the handkerchief, and opened the plastic bag and medicine bottle very carefully, which contained hydrocyanic acid poison powder.

Conan looked shocked, quickly and carefully recapped the bottle again, put it back in the trash, and ran to the bathroom, intending to clean his hands.

But when he just squeezed out the hand sanitizer, Conan smelled a pungent smell, and it didn't feel right.

Conan took a closer look and realized that he didn't know which waiter made a mistake and put the disinfectant in the bathroom on the sink and poured it into the hand sanitizer by mistake.

In the end, Conan had no choice but to turn on the faucet again, wash the disinfectant again, and after confirming that there was no problem, he came to the venue.

Now that the poison is available, it is the method and timing of the killing, how did Watanabe Kiyama poison the Hashimon Edo in full view?

Shortly after Conan left, a little black came out of the toilet and put a newly packaged bottle of hand sanitizer next to him again.

When Conan returned to the venue, he saw that Watanabe Kiyama had already sat in his place, his expression was not nervous, as if he had relaxed after some faint settled, and his position was on the right hand side of Hashimon Edo, which was the closest place to the deceased and the most prone to poisoning.

I see!

Conan only felt a bright light flash in his mind, and instantly deduced the general situation, Watanabe Kiyama should have poisoned Mr. Hashimon after pouring the wine, while bending down to put the wine bottle.

It seems that Uncle Maori will not be needed this time, and the case can be solved, and I believe that the police will soon be able to make a conclusion as long as they find the poison in the trash can.

Conan curled the corners of his mouth happily, his hands clasped around the back of his head, and his expression was a little relaxed, thinking that it would not be long before the case was solved.

"Mr. Shinhara, I did what you said, you have to help me!" Watanabe Kiyama brought two bottles of beer, handed one bottle to Akira Shinhara, leaned into his ear, and whispered, with a hint of distress.

"Of course I'll help you, we've had a great time working together, aren't we?" Akira Shinhara smiled and blocked the beer, picked up the red watermelon juice from the table, and made a toast to Watanabe Kiyama, and said in the same low voice.

"Mr. Ogura."