Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Just like what Brother Lin Feng said, the remaining seven pieces of cake are all non-toxic."

"As for the black tea, we did find a trace amount of poison only in the cup with the capsule fragments."

At Officer Megure's signal, Officer Takagi began to report to everyone.

"Where is the deceased's palm?" asked Amuro.

"Yes, poison was detected on the palm of Mr. Ikuro Wakamatsu's right hand." Takagi nodded.

This distribution range could not possibly be caused by picking up the poisoned cake.

So, the murderer did not put the poison on the cake, but on Wakamatsu Ikuro's hands.

"That capsule will be thrown into the black tea, maybe it's a trick." Hattori glanced at Mr. Amuro and said thoughtfully.

It would be too abnormal if the poison was administered in advance and the evidence was destroyed in the living room.

"Haha, it feels like anyone could be the murderer, what should I do?" Sera smiled and looked at the tightly closed study door behind him.

"Let's start the questioning first."

"The murderer is most likely seeking revenge for President Wakamatsu. Pay attention to the relationship between them and the president." Lin Feng said after looking at the time.

I don’t know if the first half of the night will end…

"The president's wife is a bit suspicious. She might know something." Amuro nodded and added.

He was very good at observing people's expressions and when Miss Yonehara mentioned some details, Mrs. Wakamatsu didn't seem very happy.

"You're right. I feel like there's something wrong with the money." Sera followed.

"What if Mrs. Wakamatsu protected this son who was not her biological son and found a way to clean the death message on the tiles?" Hattori felt that this did not make sense.

She should be hoping that the other person would go to jail.

"Handle, very important handle." Conan's eyes became more serious, and the lenses of his glasses began to reflect light.

Of course, all this reasoning is based on the fact that Ikuro Wakamatsu really killed his own father.

“???” Inspector Megure looked puzzled.

How many of you?

"..."

Gao Mu also scratched his head.

I don't understand the current situation at all...

"Get ready and start questioning immediately. Also send someone to investigate all places that the victim might have touched!" Inspector Megure ordered.

"Yes!"

Gao Mu nodded and immediately went to work.

Everyone opened the door of the study.

Except for the maid, Miss Yonehara, several people gathered at the table, apparently looking at the designs on the computer.

Wakamatsu Qinxiang was sitting at the table, rubbing the root of her nose below her forehead with her fingers. It seemed that her eyes were not feeling well.

Inspector Megure explained the interrogation to everyone and borrowed a room from Wakamatsu Serika.

"Excuse me, can the order of vice president be adjusted to the end?" Shiina Masashige handed the pen he carried with him to Wakamatsu Serika and asked Tachibana Fatty.

The ballpoint pen in the study can no longer write, and the secretary, Ms. Satake, still has a pile of documents waiting for the vice president to sign.

"This eye drops can relieve fatigue." Designer Jun'o Fujinami also took out the eye drops he carried with him and put them on the table.

"Thank you." Wakamatsu Serika nodded and thanked them, watching everyone and the police walk out of the room. After a few seconds, she suddenly lowered her head and laughed a few times.

"I heard her laughing in there!"

Someone suddenly shouted loudly outside the door, which scared Wakamatsu Serika so much that her heart skipped a beat.

"Why didn't I hear it?"

Wakamatsu Serika was also familiar with the questioning voice. It was Hattori Heiji, a high school detective from Osaka. She held her breath and listened for a minute. When she found that there was no movement outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.

……

"In my opinion, I should have pushed the door open and asked clearly." In the corridor, Hattori thought of the other party laughing in the house and felt a little angry.

"She won't admit anything even if you ask her." Lin Feng said, glancing at the hot-blooded guy.

"What's going on with that big sister?" Hattori asked, pointing at Sera-san who was walking in front.

He shouldn't be a bad guy, otherwise he would have been dealt with by you long ago. Why would he come with us to investigate the case?

However, because of this guy's presence, Kudo has restrained himself a lot.

"Aren't you investigating her? Why are you asking me?"

"I have created a good opportunity for you to meet each other." Lin Feng patted Hattori on the shoulder and said.

"Don't talk like it's a blind date..." Hattori was speechless.

If people hear you say this, it will cause misunderstanding.

"Are you talking about me?"

Shira, who was walking in front, perhaps felt the gazes behind him, suddenly turned around and asked with a smile.

"No." Hattori immediately shook his head in denial.

"So, Mr. Lin Feng, you really don't know who the murderer is?" Shi Liang asked curiously.

She always felt that the manager of the coffee shop seemed to see things very clearly and never looked like he was frowning or thinking.

“I’m not sure who it is.”

"However, in this kind of family ethics drama, the murderer is probably among those few people." Lin Feng said that he has watched a lot of TV dramas.

“……” Sera scratched his head. It was the same as not saying anything. There weren’t that many suspects to begin with.

In an empty room in the villa, the police began one-on-one questioning.

"In other words, you don't know who has a grudge against the president and Mr. Ikuro, right?" Inspector Megure asked the designer opposite him.

"Yes, let's not talk about his son for now. The president was loved by everyone when he was alive. He was a workaholic and always left his family behind. He was divorced twice."

When Jun'o Fujinami talked about his deceased president, there was a hint of nostalgia on his face.

This kind of career-oriented president is much better than the one who does things in a chaotic manner.

"So, is there anyone who admires the president very much?" Officer Megure continued to ask.

"If you are admiring me, President Shiina?"

"I heard that they have been working together since the company was first established!" Fujinami Jun'o passed the ball to the next person.

Takagi was recording quickly in his notebook.

Outside the door, everyone started talking about the Karuizawa case.

"When I called the police and went back, Mr. Ikuro was lying on the president's body crying," Miss Yonehara said.

"That is to say, apart from you, Mrs. Wakamatsu and Mr. Ikuro should be the only ones who have entered the bathroom, right?" Hattori continued to ask.

"Madam told me to call the police and she would notify Mr. Ikuro." Miss Yonehara nodded.

She certainly didn't know anyone else had been to the bathroom where the crime occurred.

"I see." Hattori pondered.

Both of them could have erased the death message on the tile, but why was there no luminol reaction on the tiles near the fingers?

"Next, Mr. Shiina!"

...(End of chapter)