Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"Officer Sato?"

Takagi hesitated for a moment.

Normally, the match should be stopped for a more detailed investigation.

"It's alright, but I must remind you that you only have less than an hour left."

"If you haven't finished by the time the deadline, don't even think about what will happen after you win the game."

Officer Sato glanced at his watch and said.

With less than an hour until the match starts at 2 PM, it's up to you whether you can solve the case.

"Really!"

Hattori felt hopeful again.

"You can't win..." Okita stood beside him, offering a silent reminder.

There are things you can only say after winning the championship.

Will I ever be able to say it again in this lifetime?
"It's still uncertain who will emerge victorious," Hattori said, glancing sideways at the guy.

"Officer, did you find the knife used in the crime in the restroom?" Conan asked, looking up.

It seems like he's the only one doing anything worthwhile right now.

"Nothing has been found yet." The forensic personnel shook their heads.

Everyone knows Conan, so just reply to any questions you have.

“It seems we’ll need to conduct a thorough body search of everyone.” Sato and Takagi looked at the three suspects.

That's a knife, you can't just swallow it, can you?
The referee from the village always carried a bamboo knife bag, which was quite large.

Miss Dingsen was carrying a backpack.

Mr. Yokote, who had argued with the deceased in the coffee shop earlier, didn't seem to be carrying anything with him.

"Nothing will be found," Lin Feng said, shaking his head as he watched the police begin investigating the belongings of the three suspects.

"how do you know?"

Iron Sword rested his head on his arms, filled with curiosity.

It's just about finding a murder weapon; where would the murderer hide it?

Should we throw it over the wall?
Iron Sword looked at the wall.

This height might be difficult for ordinary people to climb, but it's nothing for experts.

However, it seems quite bustling outside, so if you throw something away, someone will actually find it.

It's unlikely that this method of processing will be used.

Where exactly was the murder weapon hidden?

"Nothing particularly noteworthy was discovered."

The forensic personnel slowly walked over and shook their heads at Sato and Takagi.

No clues.

Nothing unusual was found among their personal belongings.

She is completely innocent.

"What's going on with this ink bottle?" Officer Sato asked, picking up a large, dark ink bottle.

Normally, bamboo sword pouches contain training equipment, so this large bottle of ink is quite unexpected.

"Because I'm the referee, I brought a spare ink."

"After the match, the loser should be crossed out of the match list with a brush."

"This is in case of unexpected situations, so we prepared it in advance."

"Oh dear, this box of chocolates seems to have melted, especially the pieces on the very edge."

Conan pointed to the chocolate in the woman's backpack and said.

"Well, that must be because of my body temperature. It really has nothing to do with me. You didn't find the murder weapon either," Miss Dingsen explained in a panic.

She's unwilling to take on that responsibility and would prefer to distance herself from it as soon as possible.

Didn't you hear the police say that the deceased's wife will be here soon?

This scene is not pleasing to the eye.

What if we start fighting again?

"Next up is Mr. Yokote." Sato and Takagi looked over together.

Only one spot left. It's a pity.

The bespectacled man had nothing on him either.

"You seem to really enjoy taking photos?" Sato looked at the man.

She also needs to check the three people's phones and call logs.

The bespectacled man has a lot of photos on his phone, taking hundreds every month, but this month he hasn't taken many.

"Whether I take photos or not, and what kind of photos I take, is my freedom. Please don't look at the content!"

The bespectacled man said, sounding a little angry.

"makes sense."

Officer Sato didn't seem to care much. Just as he was about to return the phone to the officer, a call came in.

He answered the call without hesitation.

"Hello, who are you?"

"Strange, isn't this Hengzhi's phone number? I know, aren't you the girl Hengzhi mentioned before, the one who likes Cutter?"

The man on the other end of the phone was quite talkative; he sounded like a friend of the man with glasses.

He was referring to a sailboat, Cutter.

"This has nothing to do with the case!" Yokote Tsuneyuki quickly explained.

"What does that mean???" Iron Sword looked down at Conan curiously.

Can you explain this?

"The old gentleman just said that he heard the deceased make a phone call to someone and say the word 'Cutter'."

"And make them bring the Cutter." Conan showed Iron Sword a webpage translation tool.

One of its meanings is a knife.

"This is too strange. Who did the deceased ask to bring him the knife and kill him?" Iron Sword couldn't figure it out.

“Who knows…” Conan shrugged.

The murder weapon was not found anywhere nearby, not even on the victim's body.

The police even sent people to search outside the wall.

"so troublesome."

"And you, have you figured out who the murderer is?" Iron Sword asked the repairman beside him.

Let's ask the other detectives.

If we keep dawdling, we won't be able to fight this afternoon.

"Now I know who the murderer is."

"However, I don't understand the tricks the criminal used, or what the deceased said." Lin Feng nodded first, then shook his head.

"Mr. Lin Feng, what did you see, or did you smell something?" Takagi asked in a low voice.

A sense of smell is even more terrifying than that of a police dog; who knows, it might have sniffed out some clues.

"Let's see what they have to say first," Lin Feng said with a smile, patting Takagi on the shoulder and pointing towards Hattori and the others.

"So, the culprit is indeed among these three, right?" Takagi asked again to confirm.

If the culprit isn't among these three, and the two of us didn't interrupt the game to conduct a large-scale search, we'd probably get a scolding.

“That’s right. I can tell you very clearly that he has absolutely no chance of escaping.” Lin Feng nodded.

Don't be afraid, I'm here!
"That's good."

Takagi relaxed considerably upon hearing this.

Inspector Megure isn't here; Sato is in charge of the scene today. We absolutely mustn't let anything go wrong.

"Hey, I'm telling you, if someone shows up dressed like that, the deceased, being the referee, would probably assume the other person is a high school player and thus lower their guard!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Takagi turned his head and looked over, his eyes widening instantly.

We really can't let our guard down!
"Okita, are you out of your mind?!"

"This is very important evidence!" Even Hattori was completely bewildered, and walked over with an unfriendly look in his eyes.

It turns out that Okita had put on protective gear behind the toilet—the kind that criminals wear, and it even had the victim's blood on it…

"Don't look at me, even I know that you can't just touch things at a crime scene..."

Iron Sword crossed his arms and said. (End of Chapter)