Ke Xue Bartender

Chapter 242 The Sleeping Detective
"You are the murderer—"

Everyone's eyes turned to the person Hattori Heiko was pointing at.

"Mr. Tsujimura Toshimitsu!"

Hattori Hirako stared at Tsujimura Toshimitsu's old face with a sharp gaze.

A trace of surprise flashed across the old man's face, but he quickly closed his eyes and a relieved smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Tsujimura is obviously the father of the victim. How could a father kill his own son?"

Kogoro Mori opened his mouth to refute.

"Wherever the evidence points to, no matter how hard it is to believe, it is the fact, as the saying goes, ironclad evidence is as strong as a mountain. Uncle, as a detective, don't you even understand this simple truth?" Hattori Hirako glanced at Mori and said coolly.

"You, me, this..."

Ignoring the speechless Maori, Hattori continued, "The victim died within 3 minutes between 4:30 and 4:. Mrs. Tsujimura was with us the whole time and did not return here until :, so she has sufficient proof of her absence."

"Similarly, the housekeeper was chatting with the neighbor next door during this time, and it was not until around 4 o'clock that he saw us coming back with Mrs. Tsujimura, so he also has an alibi."

"As for Mr. Takayoshi Tsujimura and his girlfriend, they arrived only a few minutes earlier than us, so they had no time to commit the crime. It would take at least five or six minutes to complete this set of methods."

"Only you, old gentleman..."

Hattori Hirako's sharp gaze once again turned to Tsujimura Toshimitsu.

"…The old man came here at 2 o'clock and stayed in the living room next to the study until we arrived, so he had plenty of time to commit the crime. As a fishing enthusiast, you must know this special fishing line made of new materials that is thin and strong—"

Hattori pulled a coil of fishing line from his pocket and showed it to everyone.

"I found this fishing line in the Japanese-style room you visited after you came downstairs. I think you must recognize this fishing line with a needle tied to it, old man!"

Hattori Hirako stared at Tsujimura Toshimitsu's face, exuding an overwhelming aura.

"Ugh."

Facing the detective girl staring at him like this, old man Tsujimura sighed slightly and admitted:
"Yes, the one who killed Ah Xun... was me. Little sister, you are really amazing..."

Hattori Hirako's mouth curled up slightly.

Haha, I win.

The other people in the room looked at Tsujimura Toshimitsu with disbelief.

"Grandpa... killed Dad? How is that possible?" Takayoshi Tsujimura had a dazed look on his face, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Katsuragi Sachiko held his hand tightly and comforted him softly, "Takayama, cheer up."

"Then please come with us to the bureau."

Inspector Megure sighed, not only because of the tragedy of father and son killing each other, but also because of the defeat of brother Mori.

Such a famous detective actually lost to such a dark-skinned girl, alas!
"Please wait!"

Just then, a sexy bass voice sounded.

Inspector Megure turned around and saw Kogoro Mouri, who had sat behind the desk at some point, with his head down in deep thought.

Megure was shocked——

That posture, could it be?

But now the case has been solved and the criminal has confessed his crime. Isn't it a bit late to make that gesture now?
However, based on his trust in the other side of Maori and a little bit of luck, Megure still asked:
"What's the matter, Maori brother, do you have anything to add?"

"It's not a supplement, it's a correction." Maori Kogoro remained in a pensive posture behind the desk, motionless, as calm as a sculpture, "This yellow-haired girl is completely wrong!"

"what?!"

As soon as Kogoro Mori said this, everyone in the room changed color.

Some were surprised, some were panicked, and some were angry.

Takayoshi Tsujimura (the son) looked like a drowning man seeing a piece of driftwood, full of expectation. Yes, it was fake, all fake, how could Grandpa kill Dad?

Hattori Hirako sneered: "Uncle, please tell me, where did I go wrong?"

"Everything. From the method to the reasoning, everything is wrong. It's a complete mess!"

"What? You!" Hattori Hirako's face turned red instantly, feeling extremely insulted.

It is outrageous that this good-for-nothing uncle dares to speak so wildly!
So he sneered and retorted:

"Haha, uncle, I just successfully demonstrated the locked room technique, and the murderer has already admitted his crime. Even if you are unwilling to lose to a high school student like me, you shouldn't talk nonsense like that, right? You are a well-known detective. Be careful not to let such rude things get out and be laughed at."

"Alas," Maori Kogoro sighed, "You were too impatient and wanted to prove yourself, so you fell into the murderer's trap..."

The temperature on Hattori Hirako's face instantly soared several degrees, but before she could explode, Maori Kogoro continued:
"Inspector Megure, please feel your trouser pocket. Is the key really in your interlayer pocket?"

Although Megure was confused, he still reached into his pocket.

But someone's hands were quicker than his.

"Hey, little sister, wait a minute, what are you doing?"

Hattori Hirako's hand reached into his right pocket before him.

"Is that even a question? I used my own hands to thread the fishing line through this sandwich pocket. If you don't believe me, just look—"

Hattori Hirako pulled out of Megure's pocket, and a bunch of keys fell to the ground with a jingle.

The key bunch did not go into the interlayer pocket of the trousers, but remained in the outer pocket.

As Hattori Hirako turned out his pocket, the key fell to the ground.

"How can it be?!"

Witnessing this scene, Hattori Hirako was stunned on the spot.

"I clearly put the fishing line through the interlayer pocket, how come the key didn't go in?"

"Posture." Kogoro Mouri's voice came from behind the desk.

"posture?"

Hattori Hirako was stunned, and a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

"When we found the victim, he was sitting in this chair. When he remained in a sitting position, the pockets were compressed and deformed, so the key only entered the outer pocket and the fishing line fell off the tape."

Kogoro Maori continued.

"What's more, the victim was as fat as Inspector Megure, and his pockets were even more deformed, so the key couldn't get into the inner pocket at all."

Hattori Hirako began to panic, her eyes wavered a little, but she still insisted:
"Even so, there is still a chance of success, right? He will get in at least once out of ten times, right? Haha, the murderer's luck is really good, haha..."

After all, the murderer has confessed, so he should be right... should be...

However, Kogoro Mori's words ruthlessly shattered her hope.

"Little sister, please think carefully about the situation when the key was found in the victim's interlayer pocket."

Hattori Hirako thought about it and his expression suddenly changed.

When the key was found, it was squeezed in a V shape in the narrow inner pocket.

Even if the method of pulling with the fishing line is successful, the key cannot be put into this state. Only the key ring attached to the fishing line can go in.

In other words, the murderer put the key bunch into the interlayer pocket, and the tape and marks on the key ring were all tricks left by the murderer!

Cold sweat broke out on Hattori Hirako's forehead.

Did I really fall into the murderer's trap?

So what is this secret room about?

Who is the murderer?

How did he do that?
Why should the old man take the blame for the murderer?

In an instant, a lot of questions emerged in her mind. Hattori Hirako opened her mouth and wanted to ask something, but she couldn't open her mouth. She could only stare at the man behind the desk with wide eyes.

Is this the rumored sleeping Kogoro Mori?

It really looks like he is asleep!
(End of this chapter)