Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"No blood?"

"How is this going?"

Hattori and Okita, dressed in kendo uniforms, followed the sound and came over.

As soon as Osaka Black Chicken arrived at the scene, he questioned the three suspects.

With the police car making such a loud noise, it was impossible to pretend not to hear it.

"They were indeed very clean."

Takagi was startled by Hattori's sudden appearance, and then looked at the three suspects, two men and one woman, and spoke.

Now that you mention it, it's indeed unlikely that the victims, whose throats were slit and who gushed out large amounts of blood, had no blood on them.

Wait a minute, how did you two get into the scene?
Takagi looked at the police officer standing next to the cordon, his hands behind his back and his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Okay, Hattori is a second-generation rich kid too.

"Mr. Butagu?!"

"Is that Mr. Butgu?"

A man dressed the same as the deceased emerged from the bathroom, looked at the blood-covered victim, his expression changed, and he was about to step forward.

"Wait a minute, you and this guy are probably both referees, right? You're both ranked, so killing someone quickly and accurately shouldn't be a problem for you."

Okita drew his bamboo sword, which he used in the competition, and stopped the middle-aged man who was also wearing a suit and tie.

Suspicious guy.

I suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

The detective's inspiration.

For a fleeting moment, Okita felt that he could also be a detective.

Reasoning isn't that difficult!
"What, what are you saying?" The slightly stocky middle-aged man took a step back and said in astonishment.

"That is indeed the case."

“Since he’s an acquaintance and knows swordsmanship, it shouldn’t be difficult to kill him with a single blow once we get close to him,” Lin Feng said, patting Okita on the shoulder and nodding.

The analysis is quite interesting.

He's much better than Uncle Mori.

"Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Butagu is much better than me," the referee named Fakumura retorted excitedly.

The label of murderer was bestowed far too quickly!
"Oh?"

"So, you killed the deceased because you were jealous of their strength?" Okita found another reason for the murder almost instantly.

This style is quite reminiscent of Uncle Mori.

There's always a reason for murder; it's just a matter of whether you want to find one.

"What, what..." Judge Horimura was so shocked that he backed away and stood against the wall.

I'm afraid nothing I say will work.

"I don't know this person, and he has nothing to do with me!"

"me too!"

The other man and woman immediately defended themselves, both claiming they did not know the victim.

"Oh dear, that's strange. Why does this uncle have photos of himself and the older woman on his phone?"

Conan suddenly spoke up again, drawing everyone's attention to the woman who had just come out of the women's restroom.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with short hair dyed light purple, which was quite fashionable, and her appearance was above average.

"Is it true?" Officer Sato immediately looked at the forensic officer holding the deceased's phone.

Why don't they report it?

"Yes, a photo of the woman and the deceased was indeed found."

Forensic experts pulled out the photos and showed them to everyone.

The two are standing close together in the photo, the woman looking very intimate, but the deceased seems to be somewhat disgusted and unwilling to get close.

This does look like a woman rushing over to hug the deceased and taking pictures.

"I see, it was an extramarital affair, so she could very well be the murderer," Okita said after examining the photo closely.

The two people are at least ten or twelve years apart in age, right? Murder over status or something like that is a common plot in TV dramas, isn't it?

"How can you tell who said whom is the murderer..." Hattori looked speechless.

Their stance is not firm at all.

“She concealed the truth, so you can’t blame me for that,” Okita said, shrugging.

“I remember now, Mr. Batani mentioned it many times. He said he was being harassed by a student who used to be a Self-Defense Force officer,” Judge Horimura said, pointing to the woman.

"..."

Upon hearing this, the woman's expression clearly showed a hint of panic.

“Since the deceased said she was a student, you must have also studied kendo, right?” Hattori asked, staring at her.

The killer who struck with such ferocity, slitting the throat with a single blow, is very likely to possess a certain level of skill in swordsmanship.

"Yes, I did study it, but only for three years in high school."

"Mr. Battani is our physical education teacher and also the advisor of the kendo club."

Ms. Dingsen hurriedly explained the situation truthfully.

According to her, when she passed by, she saw Mr. Bagu lying on the ground with blood flowing from his neck. She was afraid of getting involved in the case, so she did not call the police.

Very suspicious.

"So, Mr. Horimura, didn't you notice the deceased when you came here?" Officer Takagi asked, taking notes in his notebook.

"Because I was very busy this morning and didn't have time to go to the toilet, I rushed over in a panic and didn't pay attention to what was happening around me," Mr. Fumura said, shaking his head.

The morning's matches were indeed a bit tense, and as a referee, I can understand that sentiment.

"I see. And what about this gentleman?" Takagi then looked at the other bespectacled man who seemed completely oblivious to the situation.

He looked to be under thirty, very tall, wore glasses, and had a cool hairstyle.

"I was in a hurry to go to the toilet and didn't notice if there was a body."

“However, I’ve never met that uncle, nor have I ever studied kendo, so this has nothing to do with me,” the bespectacled man said with a smile.

"Don't lie. I saw you at a coffee shop in Beika Town when I went with Mr. Hachiya."

"At that time, you were showing off to the woman next to you, boasting that you had won a championship in a kendo tournament, and saying that you wanted her to see your heroic figure as you defeated your opponent and won the competition."

"At that time, you got into an argument with Mr. Bagu, who was sitting next to you, because the teacher questioned you, asking which competition you participated in..."

Miss Dingsen exposed the bespectacled man's lie.

At that moment, the deceived woman left the coffee shop speechlessly, clearly having ruined the man's plans.

"Coffee shop?"

"It's not in Poirot, is it..." Conan looked up at Lin Feng and said.

"Possibly, I recall having customers like that before," Lin Feng thought, then nodded and said.

There are quite a few extramarital affairs like this, and of course, they try to cover them up very well.

"We did have a little argument, but have you forgotten what you said?"

“If that man doesn’t divorce his wife, you’re going to commit suicide or kill someone,” the bespectacled man told the woman, revealing the same truth.

After saying that, he felt unsatisfied, snorted, and looked at the referee, Fumura.

“I watched yesterday’s team match too. After the match, you had a big argument with this guy named Bagu, right?”

Now that things have come to this, nobody can escape!

"Oh……"

Okita's eyes kept moving over the three of them, scrutinizing them.

It seems like there's something wrong with everything.

Are you sure this isn't a group crime?
"Could it be that all three of them did it together?" Okita asked the serious detective Hattori.

"Unlikely." Hattori shook his head speechlessly.

You really dare to think about it.

If the three of them teamed up, what would be the point of all this arguing? "Well, that's because I gave him my opinion, saying his recent sentences have been rather lenient, but he said I couldn't beat him and had no right to say such things, so..."

Seeing that the police were also looking over, Judge Fakumura began to explain.

"Congratulations to the three of you. Now you all have a motive for murder," Lin Feng said with a smile.

Worth celebrating.

"Um, this old gentleman might have heard the murderer's voice," Kazuha and Ran reminded everyone as they stood by the bench.

"If it's just these three, I haven't heard their voices before."

"What I heard was a hoarse male voice, perhaps it belonged to the deceased."

"He called someone to bring over a knife or something," the old man said, shaking his head.

"A hoarse male voice?"

“That was indeed Mr. Hachiya’s voice,” Judge Horimura nodded.

"That's weird."

"Have you checked the call records?" Officer Sato asked his colleague from the forensic department.

"We've checked. The last call in the phone's call log was to his wife, and she's on her way," the forensic officer said.

This shouldn't be difficult to investigate, but we should still confirm with the telecommunications company to rule out the possibility that someone has deleted the records from the phone.

"We've found something here!"

At this moment, police officers were investigating the scene and collecting evidence. They came to the back of the bathroom wall and shouted loudly.

Here is a set of kendo uniform and protective gear stained with blood.

It's the outer protective layer that kendo competitors wear, along with their face masks; it's a complete set.

The murderer was very likely wearing this when he committed the crime.

This might explain why none of the three people had any blood on them.

"They were thrown outside the back window of the men's and women's restrooms." Officer Takagi stepped forward and pushed open both windows of the men's and women's restrooms respectively.

They were all covered with anti-see-through glass film and locked from the inside, so they couldn't be opened.

"That looks like protective gear from Izumi High School, doesn't it?" Hattori called over Okita to identify it.

“That’s right, I remember now. After the team match yesterday, our people said that a spare set of protective gear and uniform was missing.” Okita nodded and recalled.

"The backup?"

“There must be a lot of people who have worn that.” Hattori frowned upon hearing this.

This is for students and teachers who participate in and help with practice; it's something we've prepared for everyone.

If it were an individual's property that was stolen, perhaps something could be found out, but this would be troublesome.

“I’ve also worn the protective gear from Quanxin High School.”

"They asked me for guidance before the match, and two other referees also came through," referee Harumura said.

"In that case, it will be difficult to trace this further, and the martial arts uniforms are always worn on the outside."

Sato and Takagi exchanged a glance, sensing the predicament.

“I think we should ask them to stop the match first. After all, a murder has occurred here, and without finding the culprit, it will be difficult to continue this afternoon,” Sato suggested.

"Understood, I'll go inform the organizers right now." Takagi nodded and started running into the venue.

"Wait a moment!"

"The match cannot be stopped!"

"After I win the game, I have something very important to say to someone!"

Hattori grabbed Takagi's arm just in time and said.

The match won't start for almost an hour. Let's solve the case before then!

"Win the game?"

"You think you can win the match?" Okita asked with a smile, looking at Osaka Kuroki.

He didn't doubt that this guy was capable of solving the case.

But when you say you're winning a game, are you referring to this one?
“Of course, you idiot,” Hattori said, glancing sideways at Okita.

Is there any reason why we absolutely must win?

"Hattori?"

Lin Feng and the others all looked at Hattori, their faces full of doubt.

What you say to whom matters.

"..." Hattori turned his head away, not looking at them.

"In that case, let's settle this right here and there, without waiting for the match to start."

Okita has no intention of letting the water slide.

This is a time to prove your strength; if you lose, others will remember you.

"I couldn't ask for more." Hattori also looked at the guy.

I also experienced the tiger wake-up service and meditated under the waterfall. These past few days were definitely worth it.

"Aren't they all your disciples?" Lin Feng asked Tie Jian.

"It's just training; I didn't teach them any moves."

"Moreover, the schools of thought they have studied are not necessarily inferior to those of others."

"It's mainly a people problem."

"They are simply too weak," Tie Jian commented directly, without lowering his voice.

With so many strange thoughts in my mind, how can I become a strong person?

The spiky-haired samurai looked at the high school girl named Kazuha.

After Hattori wins the match, he should say something to this girl.

"..."

Hattori and Okita both looked over.

This guy!

"I reckon even if the two of you gang up on him, you still can't beat him. Stop watching," Lin Feng said with a smile.

In this day and age, who would still hide in the mountains all day to cultivate themselves?

It would be strange if you could beat him.

"The truth is a sharp knife."

"At his level, he's a master when he picks up a weapon; his control over his body has reached its peak."

Tie Jian shook his head and pointed at Lin Feng.

That's why I say the problem lies with people.

"Is it...is it really that scary?" Takagi thought it sounded a bit far-fetched.

Mr. Lin Feng's strength is undeniable, and subduing criminals is incredibly easy for him. However, that's an overstatement.

"It's much scarier than you can imagine."

“No matter how far you’ve imagined it in your mind,” Iron Sword said, glancing at the rather clueless policeman.

"That's right, I'm very good."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Lin Feng crossed his arms, smiled, and nodded.

He's right about everything.

If you don't believe me, you can try it.

"My dear detectives, I think we should postpone discussing martial arts training until later. Let's solve this case first."

“Otherwise, I’ll have to stop the match and start an investigation.” Officer Sato stepped between the group and stopped the conversation.

Mr. Lin Feng was as unconventional as ever, changing the subject way too quickly.

They act like they're the greatest martial artist in the world.

This is a detective drama, not a hot-blooded battle anime! (End of Chapter)