Ashbara: Kudo, look here.

Conan: Scattered banknotes.

Ashbara: The banknotes are already soaked in blood.

Conan: In that case, there would be no fingerprints.

Ashbara: What? You suspect it's a murder weapon.

Conan: A single note can be scratched.

Ashbara: What about the evidence. Kudo.

Conan: Look at the priest's wounds.

Gray Plain: The neck wound is so thin.

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Ashbara: Kudo, look at this.

Conan: Monster holsters.

Gray Plains: That's right, it's the only one in the studio.

Conan: In that case, I see.

Ashbara: What? Who is the murderer.

Conan: Mr. Matsui.

Ashbara: Why? Kudo.

Conan: Look at Mr. Matsui's back.

Ashbar: Sweat soaked.

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Conan: Headache, where's the murder weapon?

Ashbara: Look here, Kudo.

Conan: Crumpled telephone lines.

Gray Plain: There are traces of extrusion on the telephone line.

Conan: The other signal didn't stop.

Ashbar: That is.

Conan: That's the tool of the crime.

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Ashbara: Isn't this Edogawa-san?

Conan: Grayplain, you're there too.

Gray Plains: Detective, how did you have time to come here?

Conan: I'm looking for a Beethoven movement.

Ashbara: It's really fresh.

Conan: Why, no.

Gray Plains: Aren't you insensitive to music?

Conan: Well, you have to take care of it.

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Ashbara: Kudo, have you found the murderer?

Conan: It should be Mr. Yoshisei.

Gray Plains: Well, what about the motivation of the S people.

Conan: The question of the heirs to the property.

Gray Yuan: It's really the consistent style of a wealthy family.

Conan: Look at the direction of the deceased's wounds.

Grayplain: This is not supposed to be.

Conan: That's right, the killer was left-handed.

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Ashbara: Kudo, do you have a clue?

Conan: It's Yonehara-sensei.

Ashbara: Is there any evidence?

Conan: Look at Yonehara-sensei's hair ornament.

Ashbara: Huh? Broken piece.

Conan: I remember half an hour ago, not yet.

Ashbara: You don't doubt it.

Conan: That's right, the murder weapon was a hairpin.

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Conan: No clue at all.

Ashbara: Kudo, look at this.

Conan: A broken kite string?

Ashbara: There are also threads at the scene of the crime.

Conan: The wounds of the deceased are slender and irregular.

Ashbara: That's not enough to say anything.

Conan: It would be nice to compare the flesh and blood.

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Ashbara: Kudo, this taste is.

Conan: It's the smell of black powder.

Gray Plains: There is also a crime scene.

Conan: And, Mr. Uesugi's injury.

Ashbar: It's where the shotgun goes.

Conan: Well, I can't be wrong.

Ashbara: What about the object of your suspicions?

Conan: Mr. Yohji Yamamoto.

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Conan: Gray Plains, those people are.

Ashbara: That's right, they're members of the Order.

Conan: In that case, the problem is tricky.

Ashbara: Why, Edogawa, you're scared.

Conan: Not really, but excitedly.

Ashbara: Kudo, you'd better leave.

Conan: How could I leave at this time?

Ashbara: Edogawa, you idiot.