By the time the officers of the first search section arrived at the exhibition hall, the scene where the separation had been pulled had been cleared, and several police officers were gesturing around the corpse to discuss how to remove the dead who had been stabbed on the wall.

Tang Ze looked up at the deceased and was silent.

"Tang Ze, are you okay?" Realizing that Tang Ze was an outsider and had not experienced any murder scenes, Mao Lilan patted him lightly on the back, worried that he would be psychologically shadowed by the tragic corpse.

"Huh?" Tang Ze came back to his senses, "Oh, it's okay, I just feel that the murderer is quite powerful." ”

"Huh?" Maolilan was stunned.

"That's a sword for art displays, right?" Tang Ze pointed to the two-handed big sword inserted there, "It's not so sharp, and it's a heavy iron sword, the murderer held the sword and lifted such a fat uncle and nailed it to the wall, so much strength......"

The corners of Conan's mouth twitched when he listened, and considering his current identity, he didn't complain about him.

Is this the point?

Tang Ze glanced at Conan, or else?

He secretly looked at the museum staff who were being questioned by the police, and the curator with long eyebrows and long beards was calmly answering.

You can't turn around and point at people now and say that the murderer is him, isn't that writing the answer on the first page of a mystery novel and smashing the field?

And he really thinks the murderer is very powerful. He felt so when he read the comics back then, and he couldn't help but admire the real thing, the old man with a beard, if he can wield an iron sword, even if his body is great, he can actually wear armor to lift a big living person with one hand, and then stick to the wall......

The prisoners of the Kexue world are really talented.

"It's the bodies they found, right?" The fat detective approached with a record book, and was stunned when he saw the appearance of several people, "Isn't this the daughter of the Maori brother......

It seems that he is still a classmate of Kudo's brother...... A female high school student, the murder scene is almost familiar......

Mao Lilan smiled bitterly: "Twilight Police Department, meet again." ”

She doesn't want to, who wants to go to a solo exhibition and encounter a murder.

She skillfully reported the process of discovering the body, and after Tang Ze finished looking at the well-known police officer, he continued to look back at the officers who had moved two ladders and unloaded the deceased who had taken the photo.

Seeing Tang Ze looking away, Conan leaned over and whispered, "What are you looking at?" ”

A child who speaks without calling people or saying honorifics, really doesn't pretend to be a pretend, Conan's acting level, can his vest really go for a round in the two undercover agents?

Tang Ze sneered for a while, ready to speed up the detective, just when he wanted to speak, he lowered his head to measure the distance, and simply squatted down: "Look at the wall where the corpse is hung, there are several exhibit labels pasted there, but there is not a single painting, and there is something in the right hand of the deceased?" ”

"yes, it's weird, it seems to have left a place for the corpse......" Suzuki Sonoko, who was following closely behind Karasawa also nodded.

Conan squinted his eyes into a state of thought, and the Twilight Police Department behind him had already discovered the surveillance camera facing the corpse and was calling someone to call up the surveillance video.

Tang Ze pondered for a while, and felt that all the clues that should be given for the time being were all given, and then he would feed Conan some clues when the surveillance video came up.

Come on, little detective.

Speaking of which, this case is rare to belong to the case solved by the unsleeping Maori Kogoro, but the four high school students present today have become four, and the probability of anesthesia needles appearing is up.

In order of needle prick order, when Mori Kogoro is not present, the second person in line to receive the needle should be Suzuki Sonoko.

Tang Ze looked at the garden beside him.

It feels like you can do it......

Half an hour later.

"Sir, I found this in the cabinet in Kuwata!"

The police officer walked into the exhibition hall and untied the object wrapped in cloth in his hand, which was the helmet red with the blood splattered by the deceased during the surveillance.

The Twilight Police Department frowned and stared at the staff of the art museum: "The note in the deceased's hand has your name written on it, and the murder weapon has also been found in you, what else do you have to explain?" ”

Wata watched the police faintly surround him, and was at a loss: "It's not the person I killed, I'm innocent!" ”

"The deceased has been found selling exhibits in private, and he has an email on his mobile phone asking you to pay a huge amount of compensation for this, and the motive is very strong." The Twilight Police Department motioned to his subordinates to step forward and detain him, "If you have any problems, go to the police station and tell me." ”

"I ......" Kuwata's cold sweat came out, and he looked left and right helplessly.

He is indeed not a murderer, Conan frowned, no, he can't wait any longer, and if he doesn't point out the problem, he will become a scapegoat.

He flipped his wrist and opened the watch dial.

Tang Ze who hugged his arms and watched the audience: ......

What's going on in the criminal investigation process in this world, how do you make it as if you were convicted after entering the bureau, it's not the person you killed, what are you panicking about, if there is a problem, you just go to the police station and argue again?

Conan naturally couldn't receive Tang Ze's silent complaints, and he thought about who should be asked to complete the reasoning.

Xiaolan, who was bored waiting, ran to the other side of the exhibition hall to look at the paintings, and the acquaintances in the right position were only Yuan Zi and Tang Ze.

In fact, Tang Ze, who was keenly observed throughout the whole process and provided many clues, was a better choice...... However, this new classmate has only known each other for a few days, and he is not very familiar with the other party's personality and tone, and it is easy to make mistakes when imitating.

With this in mind, Conan pointed his crosshair at Sonoko Suzuki, who was waiting for the murderer to be captured.

He pressed the button, and the anesthetic needle shot out.

Unexpectedly, Tang Ze shook his head, as if he wanted to step forward to stop the arrest of the police.

Conan's eyes widened. Oops, the two of them are standing too close!

Sure enough, as Tang Ze stepped forward, the needle that was supposed to hit the back of Suzuki's neck pierced Tang Ze's arm.

Tang Ze made a pause, took two steps back with an unstable center of gravity, and sat down on the ladder that the police officers used to carry the corpse, hanging his head and not moving.

Pierced the wrong person!

Conan gritted his teeth, so he could only do what he could do, hide behind the ladder, take out the bow voice changer, and dial the roller to adjust it to Tang Ze's voice.

"Tang Ze-san?" Finding that the people around him suddenly sat down, Suzuki Sonoko turned his head and looked, "What's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"I'm fine, Suzuki-san, I just want to sit down and think about my doubts." Tang Ze's voice came out clearly, stopping Suzuki Sonoko from stepping forward to check, "It's too early to identify the prisoner now, the Dusk Police Department." ”

"Oh?" The puzzled officer turned to look at Tang Ze, who had sat down inexplicably, the faces of several high school detectives flashed in his mind, and his eyes gradually lit up, "Do you have any opinions, this classmate." ”

The faces of several high school detectives flashed through his mind, and his mood was uplifted.

Could it be that Tokyo is going to have another excellent high school detective, when I surveyed the scene just now, I thought this was a good seedling!

The Twilight Police Department, which had long been accustomed to all kinds of external brains pointing fingers at the scene of the murder, skillfully gave up thinking.