Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 365 Uncle Murderer, are you feeling guilty or just weak?
Ooba Satoru sneered, feeling somewhat comforted. Believing he had the upper hand, he continued:

"By the way, she just fell down the ventilation duct. I even suspect she might be a thief trained from childhood by some gang of robbers. She was either committing a theft or scouting the place beforehand!"

Shinichi Kudo and Inspector Megure didn't respond, but looked at Satoru Oba with serious expressions.

Ooba Satoru's current behavior is exactly like that of a mad dog that bites indiscriminately after being found out. He even said things like Anya is a thief.
"Do you know how much that cute pink outfit Anya is wearing costs?"

Shinichi Kudo chuckled and patted Satoru Oba on the shoulder, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "This might cost you a month's salary, you know~ and you're the club president."

Shinichi Kudo's expression was mocking, as if to say that Satoru Oba had no taste and couldn't even understand luxury goods.

Ohba Satoru: "."

Is he humiliating me?

Yes, they must be humiliating me!
Oba Satoru was furious and retorted sharply: "Very well, since you think I'm the murderer, then produce the evidence. If you can produce evidence, then I have nothing to say. If you can't, then expect this week's newspapers to be full of reports about your Metropolitan Police Department wrongly accusing an innocent person!"

“I’m going to publish every day how you listen to the opinions of weird brats. I don’t believe that Tokyoites can tolerate incompetent and useless police officers like you who listen to a child’s opinions when solving cases.”

"Heh, as expected, you can't solve any cases without a detective's help!"

This was undoubtedly a very serious mockery, and all the police officers on the scene cast angry glances at him. Now, if Inspector Megure gave the order, they wouldn't mind turning off the lights and beating him up first.

"Memu Police Department."

Takagi had already rolled up his sleeves. "I can tell the backstage staff to turn off the lights in the corridor."

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Inspector Megure glared at Takagi. "Shut your mouth and trust Shinichi!"

Shinichi Kudo felt a surge of satisfaction. With his hands in his pockets, he stared directly at Satoru Oba's arrogant face: "You must have taken special precautions when you fired the gun, right? The gunpowder shouldn't have stayed on you."

Oba Satoru sneered, "I don't understand what you're saying. Without evidence, the police have no reason to keep me here!"

Shinichi Kudo didn't reply, but looked down at Satoru Oba's right pocket and said to himself:
“Ania was right next to you at the time. Given her height, she would likely have seen your pistol. In a moment of panic, you would have shoved the pistol into your pocket very hard, wouldn’t you say?”

Ooba Satoru's expression remained unchanged, but his hands inexplicably clenched.

Upon careful recollection, it seems that this is indeed the case!

"Although there won't be any gunpowder residue on your hands, there will still be gunpowder residue left at the muzzle after firing. Therefore, a very obvious gunpowder residue should be detectable where the muzzle and pocket come into contact."

Oba Satoru's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. Just as Kudo Shinichi had said, he had overlooked this point!

"How about we investigate?" Shinichi Kudo asked with a half-smile.

"So what if there's a gunpowder reaction? Who knows if I've had firecrackers in my pocket? My suit was just prepared by the company today. I changed in the storage room after arriving. Anyone could tamper with it. What evidence do you have that the handgun is related to me?"

So difficult!
Shinichi Kudo frowned. This explanation was truly unexpected. Damn, even the suits were paid for with public funds. Satoru Oba was really stingy!
"I haven't even told you we found a handgun yet. How did you know it was a handgun?"

Shinichi Kudo turned the tables again, and the two chatted back and forth. The intense atmosphere between the red and blue intensified Inspector Megure's embarrassment. He wondered what he was doing here. Maybe he should just wait until he solved the case and come and arrest people himself. Standing there like this without being able to speak was quite uncomfortable.

Satoru Ohba felt that the more he talked, the more suspicious he became, and he was being led by the nose. Fortunately, as long as the gloves and plastic bag weren't found, the police couldn't convict him. He simply kept quiet and didn't respond to the question about the gun. At this point, less said, less likely to make a mistake; saying more would definitely lead to a bombshell!
Shinichi Kudo is absolutely certain that the culprit is Satoru Oba, but there is indeed no direct evidence pointing to him!
We need to find gloves or plastic bags. Time is of the essence, and Oba Satoru definitely won't have time to deal with them. They're probably inside the restaurant, and these two items will definitely have Oba Satoru's skin flakes or fingerprints on them!
"Hey, Anya, what are you doing there?"

Inspector Megure was getting bored and his eyes wandered around. Suddenly, he noticed something moving in the ventilation duct of the ceiling. He focused his attention and spotted Anya peeking out.

He broke out in a cold sweat instantly. This was Xia Chuan's precious daughter. What if something happened to her? How could he explain it to his brother?

"Officer Takagi, have you arrived yet? Come pick me up! I'm going to jump!"

Anya ignored Inspector Megure and peered out to look for Wataru Takagi.

"Ania, I'm here!"

Takagi Wataru ran out from around the corner, panting, and quickly walked to Anya below, reaching out to catch Anya as she jumped down.

"Hey, Takagi, what are you doing???"

Inspector Megure's face turned green. This was a murder scene. He had just been mocked by Oba Satoru and now this was happening. Wasn't this just making things worse for him?

"There's nothing we can do about it." Takagi Wataru walked over, scratching the back of his head as he carried Anya. "It's because Anya suddenly said that Mr. Natsukawa already knows where the evidence is, so she asked me to help her find it."

"Evidence?" Oba Satoru sneered, looking at Takagi Wataru with disdain. "That's utter nonsense! How can you believe a child's words?"

"Really? But why do I feel like your heart is racing, Uncle Murderer? And your hands are sweating a lot, is it because you have kidney deficiency?"

Ooba Satoru looked down and realized that the little brat's hand was on his wrist at some point, and he was squinting at him like an old Chinese medicine doctor.

"Enough with the nonsense, show me your evidence!"

"Really?" Anya chuckled, opened her handbag, grabbed her cuff, and used the cuff to take out a plastic bag and black gloves from inside the handbag.

Upon seeing the plastic bag and black gloves, Satoru Ohba fell silent.
The transparent plastic bag may not prove anything, but there must be some skin flakes or something similar inside the black gloves.

"How did Natsukawa know the gloves were hidden inside the ventilation duct?"

Shinichi Kudo narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a strange sense of familiarity with what Wataru Takagi had just said.

Uh... it seems like I often lie to Inspector Megure and Inspector Takagi like this.

Was my opinion of Anya too rigid?
Hearing her thoughts, Anya put her hands on her hips smugly and gave her a look that said, "Aren't I amazing?"

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

I'm probably overthinking it. I guess Anya and Xia Chuan mentioned some details I didn't hear when they were recounting the case.

Shinichi Kudo nodded to himself, realizing that this idiot couldn't possibly be what he thought.

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)