"Did you bring anything?" Akira Shinhara took a sip of watermelon juice and asked with a flat expression.

"Brought it, but you have to help me." Watanabe Kiyama, no, Chizo Ogura said, with a threat of desperation in his words, "Otherwise, I'll ruin this." ”

"It's an additional price, you should know. My deal with you does not include what happened today. Not only did you manage to escape from the witch, but you also changed your appearance, isn't it? Akira Shinhara put down the watermelon juice, looked up at him, and then said slowly.

"But I'll help you, and as for the payment, I'll get it later."

"What do you mean?" Chizo Ogura pinched the beer bottle and was about to ask, but was interrupted by Miwako Sato, who had already finished collecting evidence, and Conan was standing next to her, padding her feet to say something to her.

Soon a police officer handed Miwako Sato a transparent forensic bag, which contained the brown medicine bottle that Chizo Ogura had lost earlier, and it contained poison.

At this time, Maori Kogoro was still sitting in his seat drunk, and Maori Lan pushed his shoulder a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't help but look at Sato and the others curiously.

Nanfeng stared at Conan beside Miwako Sato with bright eyes, looking expectant; Tanaka on the side used a quick "click" a few sounds, prepared paper and pen, and prepared to write; Ishikawa Takei was still standing behind the chair, looking at Sato and the others with a calm expression.

"We have now found out that Mr. Hashimon was poisoned, and found the discarded poison from the trash can, and this poison has Watanabe Kiyama's fingerprints on it, and now we only need to compare the poisons to know if the murderer is you, Mr. Watanabe."

Miwako Sato took the evidence bag handed over by the police officer and showed it to everyone, while Wataru Takagi and another doorman stepped forward to take down Watanabe Kiyama and pressed him with both hands with a majestic expression.

"Mr. Watanabe, can you explain what you are doing with this poison? As for the reasons why you poisoned you, go to the police station with me to explain! Wataruki squeezed Watanabe Kiyama's hand hard, took out the handcuffs, and was about to be handcuffed, but was freed.

"No, it's not me! I didn't! Watanabe Kiyama's eyes were flustered, looking at Takagi reflexively covering his stomach, and his eyes kept looking at Akira Shinhara, with a sense of help.

"Mr. Shinhara, save me, you know, the murderer is not me!" Watanabe Kiyama struggled with his hands and kept twisting his body towards Akira Shinhara's side.

Everyone looked at Akira Shinhara in shock, not quite understanding the relationship between him and Watanabe Kiyama, but they all stayed away, after all, Watanabe Kiyama is now the biggest suspect in the murderer, only Tanaka Pina used this reporter's eyes to take pictures and record excitedly.

Facing the gaze of so many people, Akira Shinhara still looked calm, picked up the watermelon juice and took a sip of it, his expression was quite cold, he looked at Miwako Sato and asked, "I want to ask the police officer, are you sure that the poison is consistent with the deceased?" ”

"It's going to have to wait for the results of the tests, but Watanabe Kiyama has the poison with him, which at least proves that he had the intention of killing Mr. Hashimon." Miwako Sato frowned, handed the evidence bag to the officer, and whispered to him to take it back to the police station.

"Then you don't have to bother with it, officer, I think the poison that Mr. Watanabe brought should be inconsistent with the poison found in the deceased's body." Akira Shinhara put the watermelon juice on the table, stood up, and said with a determined expression.

"Because I already know who the murderer is, and he's not Mr. Watanabe Kiyama." Akira Shinhara walked up to Miwako Sato and finally turned to look at Ishikawa Keimichi.

"The murderer is you, Mr. Ishikawa Takei."

"What do you mean? You're Watanabe Kiyama's fellow party, so don't spit blood in order to clear his name! Ishikawa Tian Jingleng paused for a moment, and looked at Akira Shinhara with an angry expression.

"You should know if it's a bloody squirt, I'm actually a little curious, what kind of grudge do you have with Mr. Hashimon, let you kill him in such a way, you hate him very much."

Akira Shinhara stood in front of Ishikawa Takei, forcefully opened his hand, and then opened the medicine box.

Miwako Sato and the others on the side frowned, looking at Akira Shinhara's movements, Conan ran over even more unconvinced, stood on tiptoe and looked at the contents of the medicine box, the drugs in it were all normal, and nothing was wrong.

Akira Shinhara unhurriedly took out the three syringes and leather ropes in the medicine box, put them on the table, and looked at Ishikawa Tianjingdao.

"Here's the proof." Akira Shinhara placed the three syringes separately, and his voice was calm and with a sigh, "The first time you kill someone, it's hard to bear it psychologically, right?" ”

"What does that mean?" Miwako Sato asked the forensic examiner to step forward and put the three syringes into the forensic bag, looking puzzled.

But Conan was shocked when he saw Akira Shinhara put three syringes on the table, and he realized it instantly.

Is that so?

Conan looked up at Ishikawa Tianjing, who was still very calm, and ran to the forensic officer again, wanting to see the heart test report, and soon saw the date of the report from it, and immediately picked up his mobile phone to search.

It turned out to be so! Careless!

Conan gritted his teeth and put the phone back in his trouser pocket, looking at Akira Shinhara's confident and elegant back, his expression was always flat, as if nothing could make it difficult for him, steady and reassuring.

Akira Shinhara rummaged through the medicines in the medicine box, and then took out the blood pressure medication and lipid-lowering medicine and put them on the table, looked at Ishikawa Tianjing, and said with a serious and peaceful expression.

"I've heard that in order to ensure the mental health of the injector, three people are usually sent to the prisoner's death, two of which are water, and the other is the real death."

"And death by injection is an extremely painful and long process, the deceased cannot move, first the heart beats violently, then the whole body aches, the blood boils, and then quietly waits for the death of life, but cannot speak, and the torture is no less than shooting."

"Mr. Ishikawa must have placed himself in the position of such an executive officer and sentenced Mr. Hashimon, presumably with unspeakable indignation in his heart."

Ishikawa Tianjing frowned, still kept his mouth closed, and did not speak, not even give Shinhara Akira a look, as if he disdained his nonsense.

"Mr. Ishikawa doesn't need to speak, just listen to my reasoning." After Akira Shinhara put his things away, he straightened up, nodded to Miwako Sato and the others on the side, and then looked at the drunken Maori Kogoro, and said with a slight provocation.

"Of course, if Detective Mr. Mori thinks that there is something wrong with my reasoning, he is also welcome to correct him."