The Conan World's Contribution Transcript

Chapter 72 Fake Nails

Conan doesn't like chatting with Weijing.

This woman chats all the time, just following her own pace and chatting wherever she likes. For example, right now, one second she was talking about the organization, and the next second she was attracted to the case, which made her He couldn't say anything he wanted to say.

There seemed to be an argument going on in the restaurant. Before entering, Conan could already hear Kogoro Mori's persuasion:
"Hey, calm down. You should know that your current situation is not good, right? Miss Hatsune, who was supposed to marry you tomorrow, was burned to death in the parking lot outside this store and fell to the side of the car. The fake nails are stuck to the skin of the criminal, and the DNA of that skin is basically the same as the DNA of the hair on your comb. In this case, even if you are suspected of being a criminal, there is nothing you can do. I want My question is, have you ever lent that comb to anyone else?"

"Lend it to others?" Minase's voice was full of doubts.

Mouri Kogoro pointedly reminded: "For example, when a friend comes to live in your house."

Minase snorted coldly, and his tone became a little deliberate: "I don't remember such a thing. But after I started living with Miku half a year ago, maybe while I was away, someone brought back by Miku Maybe a detective has used it before."

Conan heard this and pointed the finger at Amuro again. In this way...

The guy next to me is getting angry again.

In the restaurant, Amuro sounded helpless. He looked at the guy in front of him who was biting him and said with a sigh, "I am indeed a detective hired by Miss Hatsune, but I have never been to her home. Please don't use this kind of seduction method." If there is a misunderstanding, Chehai will be really angry."

Minase didn't want to listen at all, and said angrily: "You said you are a detective, which is very suspicious. Now that Hatsune is dead, no one can prove your words. Moreover, smart people who can successfully escape from the tracking of my hired detectives, come It's possible that when you were at my house, you secretly took the hair off my comb and replaced it with someone else's hair, intending to frame me, right?"

"How come, I wouldn't do such spy-like behavior?"

Amuro was too lazy to argue, but he felt a gust of wind blowing, his arm was pressed by a soft body, and a soft and soft voice sounded in his ears: "Toru, is someone making things difficult for you again?...Mr. Mori, you You wouldn't believe those ridiculous and unsubstantiated speculations about a young and helpless waiter, would you?"

Mouri Kogoro was frightened by the aggrieved voice and touched the back of his head in embarrassment: "Ah this..."

Ori Kagami's smile faded a bit, and he pointed at Takagi, who had not yet had time to come in to report the results, and said: "Just now, the results of the appraisal came out. The hair on Mr. Minase's comb was determined to be his own hair."

Takagi grinned while holding the appraisal report.

How did you see it?
"Really or not?" Mouri Kogoro turned around in surprise, but only received a positive answer from Takagi.

The balance of truth tilted to one side again. Amuro shrugged indifferently, held the hand that was connected to Ori mirror, and smiled:

"In that case, we can only think that you thought that I, the detective employed by Miss Hatsune, was his lover, so you became jealous and had murderous intentions. When you were waiting for Miss Hatsune to drive back to the store in the parking lot, you threw her away. Did you get into the car and burn him to death?" Minase was helpless after being forced to ask, so he could only say: "Then it's okay for me to go to the police station with you and accept the investigation, right?"

Zhi Jing glanced briefly and did not see Conan's figure. He only smiled slightly: "What a pity, Tohru. Although it is very annoying that this person is messing around with women and making trouble, the murderer may not really be him."

With sharp ears, after hearing this, he just turned around and raised his eyebrows and asked: "Miss, even if he voluntarily went to the police station with us, you can't just conclude that he is not the murderer, can you?"

"Maybe he just thought that even if he accepted the police investigation, as long as he gritted his teeth and refused to confess, he would not be arrested?" Takagi also said.

Ori Kagami hadn't spoken yet, but he heard the calm and composed voice of Kogoro Mouri from behind: "The back door leading from this store to the parking lot is locked because of the rain. If you enter and exit through the toilet door, There was a large puddle under the window, but there were no footprints of the murderer around it, so the possibility of appearing from there was ruled out. In this case, the only way out was through the main entrance of the store. But as the protagonist of this bridal party, if he left this house If it’s a store, someone will definitely see it and remember it, right?”

Ori Kagami raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around, and looked at Mouri Kogoro who was suddenly sitting on the chair. He was lowering his head slightly and closing his eyes slightly, as if he was in a coma, but Conan who had just been following him suddenly disappeared. Without a trace.

While Oriuki was thinking about it, Amuro reminded him from the side: "No one saw it, but no one noticed it. If it were me, I would reason like this."

"What's going on?" Mu Mu looked impatiently at the three people who seemed to understand everything.

Oriuki looked at Amuro trustingly, and the latter said: "I hid the clothes for the bridge equipment in the toilet first. If I put on a knitted hat and a long windbreaker, no one would notice, because he was in the bathroom." He made everyone remember what he was wearing with his speech at the beginning of the party.”

Minase defended anxiously: "Then what happened to the phone call I made to Hatsune before her car burned down? Hatsune was crying inside to say goodbye!"

"Did that really happen before the fire started?"

Amuro interrupted suddenly and continued:

"Actually, after you changed your clothes and left the store, you waited in the parking lot for him to come back, and then you called him when he got out of the car, didn't you?"

"So her attention was drawn to the phone and she relaxed her attention to her back. Then, despite some resistance, she stuffed it into the car, ignited it, and hurried back to the store and changed it in the toilet. Change back to your original clothes. Deliberately injure me, the waiter, and hide the traces left on your body by Miss Hatsune's struggle just now. Next, just pretend to call him and tell him something that sounds like hers. The last words were heard by the surrounding guests, and the other guests noticed the burning car outside the window through their eyes. This is how a tragic man who committed suicide in front of his loved one was born. At that time, the spray paint can in the car happened to be It exploded, so you’re lucky.”

Minase got angry easily and slapped the table and roared: "That's nonsense. It was really Hatsune who called me to say goodbye. You go and investigate. Hatsune's phone number should be in the car!"

(End of this chapter)