Ke Xue Bartender

Chapter 241 Magical Black Princess
“Hmm, I see…”

After walking around the room with snot hanging from his nose, Conan, who looked like a child on the outside but was actually a thirteen-year-old man on the inside, had fully grasped the situation.

——The books piled unnaturally on the table, the sound of opera in the room, the tape on the keychain, the gap in the tape, the poison needle dropped under the table...

Haha, it turns out that the so-called secret room did not exist from the beginning. It was just an illusion created by the murderer using bold methods.

Slip.

Sucking the shaky snot back into his nasal cavity, Conan looked at the abdomen on the other side.

The little Hattori girl stroked her beautiful chin, obviously thinking.

Do you want to give her a hint?
Forget it, give her some more time, she can do it.

At this moment, Hattori Hirako suddenly seemed to think of something, ran to the door of the study, squatted down to check, asked the butler at the door something, and ran out in a hurry.

Conan walked to the door of the study and glanced at the gap under the door.

Uh, is that guy trying to find that?
"Mr. Butler, have you seen Hattori... uh, where is sister?" Conan never thought that one day he would call Hattori "sister", and he felt weird in his heart.

"Oh, that detective lady. She just asked me where the Japanese-style room was and then left."

Sure enough, that guy got the wrong direction...

You are still young, Hattori-chan!

Japanese-style room.

The dark-skinned detective lady was rummaging through the drawers in the room, looking for something. The room was a mess.

Finally, she found the target item in the trash can.

——A fishing line.

She held the fishing line, a confident smile on her lips.

Kudo, I will definitely win this time!
"Sister Pingzi, what are you looking for?"

"Wow, when did you come in, little brat!"

The sudden voice behind her startled Hattori Hirako. She turned around and saw a snotty-nosed child staring at her with a speechless look.

To be more precise, Conan was staring at the fishing line in her hand.

Conan sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, this guy's thinking has gone completely astray.

You are still young, Hattori, and you were actually fooled by the murderer's tricks.

"Sister, are you a thief? You made a mess here."

Conan looked around and sighed.

"What, thief?! No, I'm looking for evidence, kid, stop talking nonsense, okay?"

Hattori Hirako's reaction was very intense.

After all, she was a talented young detective, and it was an insult for her to be mistaken for a thief by a little kid.

"Evidence? Are you referring to the string in your sister's hand? Can you let me play with it?" Conan grinned and stretched out his hand to Pingzi.

Snapped!
"Sister has something important to do and doesn't have time to play with you. Go find your sister Xiaolan."

Hattori Hirako slapped his palm and rushed out of the room without looking back, intending to reveal the truth to everyone immediately.

If it's too late, Kudo might get there first.

It would be too humiliating to lose to a guy who didn't even show his face. Being as proud as she is, she would never allow that to happen.

Alas, young people are so impetuous and impatient.

Conan shook his head and walked out of the Japanese-style room helplessly.

When we returned to the study, Hattori Hirako had already started her performance. Everyone's eyes were focused on this dark-skinned beautiful detective. Hattori Hirako seemed to enjoy this feeling and said with a confident attitude:

"At the time of the crime, the doors and windows of the study were locked from the inside, and there were only two keys. One key was held by Mrs. Tsujimura, but Mrs. Tsujimura was with us the whole time and had a sufficient alibi. The other key was in the victim's trouser pocket, so this was an incredible closed-room murder case."

Everyone in the room listened to Hirako's speech attentively, except Conan, who had just walked in, with a helpless look on his face.

You got it wrong, Hattori!
"...However, although this study looks like a secret room, there is still a gap - the gap under the door!"

Hattori Heiko pointed affirmatively to the gap under the study door.

"Stop it, miss." Maori Kogoro retorted, "Do you think the murderer can throw the key into the victim's trouser pocket from here?"

"Look, there's such a long distance between the victim and the door, and there's a desk in the middle. How could such a thing be done?"

As Maori spoke, he gestured with his hand to indicate the distance between the desk and the door, indicating that it was impossible to do so.

Inspector Megure, who was invited by Hattori Hirako to play the corpse and was sitting behind the desk with a "happy" look on his face, also cast a suspicious look.

Facing everyone's doubts, Hattori Heiko took out the fishing line she found in the Japanese-style room and said with a confident smile:

“As long as you have this, you can do it.”

"What? It's fishing line!"

"Fishing line!"

"But how to do it exactly?"

Enjoying the surprised and puzzled looks from the crowd, Hattori Heiko smiled slowly and said:
"Next, I will demonstrate to you the murderer's method. Mr. Corpse, please lie down on the floor."

Inspector Megure lay down on the floor with a look of joy on his face.

"The murderer first stabbed the victim to death with a poison needle, then took out the key from the victim's trouser pocket, fixed the fishing line to the key chain with tape, and then passed the end with the poison needle through the victim's pocket and pulled out the fishing line..."

Hattori Hirako held the poison needle and pointed it at the back of Megure's neck, then reached into Officer Megure's trouser pocket and fumbled around, causing Officer Megure's face to turn red.

"Then we helped the victim onto a chair and put him in the same position as when we entered the house. We then pulled the two ends of the fishing line to the door, closed the door, and locked it with a key..."

The sound of a key locking the door came from outside, followed by Hattori Hirako's voice:

"Then all you have to do is pull one end of the fishing line and the key will slowly crawl back into the victim's pocket."

Under the shocked gazes of everyone in the room, the key passed through the gap at the bottom of the door, crawled across the ground, climbed onto the desk, and slowly returned to the trouser pocket of the "dead man."

“Return, return!”

The deceased, Jusan Megure, looked into his trouser pocket and made a surprised sound.

“He really went in!”

"Amazing!"

The rest of the audience also exclaimed.

Only Conan tilted his head slightly and discovered the blind spot.

"…Finally, with a strong tug, the fishing line can be pulled out of the tape, making the key evidence of the secret room disappear from this room."

The door opened again and Hattori Hirako walked into the room, explaining confidently.

"Okay, so awesome!"

"Is that how it is done? It's amazing."

"As expected of Osaka Kurohime."

Enjoying everyone's respectful gazes, a smile of victory appeared on Hattori Hirako's face.

Haha, it looks like I won this duel, Kudo.

From now on, my name, Hattori Hirako, will be ranked before Kudo Shinichi!
"So who is the murderer? Sister Pingzi."

At this time, Conan's cute voice sounded in the room.

(End of this chapter)