Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"This toilet should be a non-smoking one, right?"

Conan followed Lin Feng to the bathroom to wash his hands, smelled the smell, frowned and asked.

"The no-smoking signs are very clear, but it's inevitable that some customers will come here to smoke, and it's impossible to quarrel over this."

Lin Feng nodded. The smell of smoke here was very strong and he didn't want to smell it at all.

"Hey, there are quite a lot of cigarette butts here." Conan did what he said and had already opened the trash can next to the sink.

"Let Gao Mu collect them." Lin Feng waved his hands in disdain.

You turn everything over, you little bastard.

"Can you smell it? Does the sommelier smoke?"

Conan took a quick look and found that there were more cigarette butts on two brands. The customers would not stand here and smoke half a pack in one breath, right?

"He and the male waiter both smoke, and spraying after smoking can't cover it up."

Lin Feng walked out of the bathroom, called Gao Mu over, and asked him to go in and collect.

"It seems that his identity as a sommelier is also problematic." Conan nodded, and ran away again on his short legs.

Sommeliers generally don't smoke.

[We encountered a case. We will be back later.] Lin Feng took out his phone and sent a message to Dr. A Li.

[Got it. They are waiting here.]

After a while, the doctor replied.

Inside the restaurant kitchen.

"The chefs here were called away by the police. They complained that they were busier than usual tonight."

Xiao Ai saw the Dog-Headed Detective come in and pointed at the list above and said.

Yes, they were all eaten by Lin Feng.

"Have you searched here?" Conan looked around and found that several cabinets were open, so he asked.

"That's about it. I don't even know what to search for." Ai shrugged.

Conan saw a large kitchen trash can nearby and took a pair of gloves...

The trash can is almost as tall as him, so he needs to stand higher.

"..."

Huiyuan-san really didn't want to look through this thing...

Even if the kitchen trash can is cleaned twice a day, it still smells bad.

"this is?!"

Conan put on gloves and took out a phone from inside. It was black and seemed to be the latest model.

"really have?"

The evil scientist's eyes widened.

Is this how detectives look for evidence???

"This screensaver seems to be player Higo's phone number?" Conan found that the phone could still be turned on, and the screensaver on it was a group photo of the team.

"Show me!"

Xiao Ai immediately put on gloves and took the phone.

Without the password, this photo does look like a selfie.

"Don't mess around with other people's privacy..."

"There's still something." Conan said helplessly, then continued searching and shouted.

This time, Ai also stuck her head in and looked inside.

“Is it a plastic bag?”

"No, it looks like a compression bag for storing clothes..." Conan took the thing out.

There were five neatly folded compression bags stuffed into the trash can.

"There is a message sent on the phone, asking Mr. Asuka to meet at the warehouse." Xiao Ai pulled up the message and showed it to the Dog-Head Detective.

"Well, it seems that this is how he got people to the warehouse." Conan nodded.

He looked at the compression bag in front of him.

……

"Mr. Yamada, he was arguing with the boss last night about the red wine!" "Why do you say that? What about the escort? She is breaking up with the boss, right?"

"And you, Hong Jiang, you and Ban Chang were boyfriend and girlfriend before, so you should have the same motive!"

"..."

The police's preliminary questioning has ended. Lin Feng is standing at the door of the room, watching the three people fighting each other.

The relationships in this restaurant are quite complicated, and the boss is also very careless.

"We can start now!" Conan walked to the door and said to the repairman.

"Where have you been again?" Lin Feng twitched his nose and took a step away.

Garbage dump?
"Evidence, I'll go find evidence..." Conan held the bow tie in his hand, wanting Lin Feng to cooperate with him.

Your nose is the best!

"Hehe, Mr. Yamada, you are the murderer, right?" Lin Feng glanced at Mr. Maori who was circling around Yoko, and reluctantly accepted the task.

"I?"

“Why, why me?!” Yamada Akimichi, the sommelier, was startled and turned to look at the door of the lounge.

"We found several compression bags and a phone in the kitchen," Lin Feng continued.

As soon as he said this, cold sweat started to flow down Yamada's forehead.

“Compression bags?”

"Telephone?"

"What is that used for?" asked Inspector Megure in confusion.

"All the stuff has been handed over to the forensic personnel. I think the phone was lost by contestant Higo and was picked up by someone."

"As for the compression bag, it is actually a very interesting mechanism." Lin Feng said, glancing at Conan.

Inspector Megure looked at Mr. Yamada Akimichi, who was accused of being the murderer.

Judging from his flustered expression, I'm afraid it must be him.

"No, that's right, I killed him!"

Being stared at by everyone, before the repairman could continue speaking, Yamada's legs went weak and he sat on the ground.

There is no way, there is no way. I don’t even have time to clean the fingerprints on the compression bag and the phone.

Why would you go to the kitchen and look through the trash can...

"Click~"

Inspector Megure stepped forward and handcuffed Yamada himself.

You plead guilty quite readily.

"What's the matter with the compression bag?" asked Officer Megure.

The process of committing the crime still needs to be written clearly.

"My boss has been putting coats in compression bags in the closet for safekeeping recently. I put the clothes that have had all the air sucked out on the sofa and covered them with a blanket, so they will look smooth."

"When I need to make the proof, I will puncture all the compression bags, and when they expand, the shape will appear under the blanket..."

Yamada tremblingly explained the purpose of the compression bag.

As long as someone thinks the boss is sleeping in the lounge, after that, they have an alibi.

"Why are you doing this? Just because of a quarrel?!" Both waiters looked puzzled.

"I, I was also forced to do so because my boss had discovered me and I was selling cheap wine with forged labels at a high price, and I regarded the extra money as the store's profit."

“And they gave kickbacks to the wine industry, and they were discovered.”

"Those customers who come to the restaurant opened by former FIFA players can't tell the quality of the wine. Only by making money using my method can you expand your business!"

"In the end, he refused and even wanted to sue me for fraud!" Yamada explained the reason.

"After you cheated people with those cheap wines, you gave all the profits to the store?" Lin Feng was a little confused.

Are you too dedicated to your job?

Yamada nodded heavily and stopped talking.

He was not a sommelier to begin with, but in order to keep his shop going and continue his job, he started using this method to deceive people.

"Of course he wouldn't agree to that. When Asuka-san was a player, he never received a red card." Player Higo looked at the murderer.

I didn't expect that such an upright person would get a red card from this guy. (End of this chapter)