I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 242

Rekatis returned to the banquet hall, and stood in the banquet hall as if nothing happened, chatting with the people on the side.

It looks the same as usual, but those who are familiar with him can find that his mental state is not good, and it is far from the heyday of that year.

"Can you help me go to the bathroom, I feel that the injury on my leg has exploded."

Not long after talking, Rekatis said to Likabare beside him.

"Exactly, I'm going too," McNold said.

Licabaret frowned, quietly felt it, and then smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I have a little bit too, hiccup, drinking a little bit makes it easier to go to the toilet."

So the two helped each other to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom, while the other two were not paying attention, Rekatis took something out of his pocket and threw it into the trash can.

Then he pretended nothing happened and walked out of the bathroom with the help of two people.

"Are you okay?" Rikabare looked at Rekatis beside him and asked with concern.

Rekatis shook his head: "It's okay, the injury from that time just recurred."

While talking, he deliberately touched his right leg and took a breath.

But it didn't last long, he straightened up and returned to the banquet hall with the help of the two.

After returning to the banquet hall, Rekatis said to Otaki Police Department: "Officer, can the three of us go back now? Both of them said they want to go back to the hotel."

The Otaki police department was a little embarrassed, and said with a wry smile: "Sorry, we have regulations here, please stay for a while."

"It's okay, Uncle Otaki, anyway, the three of them didn't get the gun smoke reaction, celebrities can't escape."

Heiji who appeared suddenly spoke from the side.

"But."

"But before that, I would like to ask Lei to do me a favor." Heiji looked up at Rekatis.

Rekatis frowned slightly: "Me?"

"Yes, I would like to invite you to the room where you have been staying just now. There is a person who really wants to see you, and that kid is your die-hard fan." Heiji looked at Rekatis and said seriously.

Rekatis hesitated for a moment, but nodded: "Okay."

When he walked to the door of the room, Rekatis was also a little shocked by the sight in front of him, nothing else, this was the method he originally planned, exactly.

When he was stunned, Conan leaned against the back of the stairs and said, "It's very simple to do this. First, just press and lock the door of the guest room and then open it completely."

"Then remove the transom in the bathroom, and then take out the mop, so that the transom can be placed in a position to turn on the room lighting at any time."

"Then stick the mop between the transom and the switch and you're done, then just kick the prepared football up and down the stairs."

Conan kicked the football at his feet very lightly, the football bounced many times, and he kicked down the mop stuck between the transom slowly.

The lights were also turned on. Looking at this situation, Rekatis was afraid for a while, but fortunately he did not act, otherwise he would not have thought that someone present would guess his method through this clue .

But there is another question that can come at any time,
Who put these things?

But right now he doesn't have enough time to think about it.

He turned around and looked at Conan who came out from behind the stairs, and he also wanted to see who was the person who deduced the correct answer from this bit of information.

"After two or three times of training, even a kid like me can do it. For you, who was hailed as the god of free kicks in football when you were a center forward, you can do it even if you are blindfolded."

Conan's expression is very complicated. On the one hand, he thinks his reasoning is absolutely correct, and on the other hand, he doesn't want his reasoning to be correct.

At this moment, he longed for Rekatis to give ironclad evidence to overthrow his reasoning, but the possibility was too small, and he secretly sighed in his heart.

"Even if it's me, do you have any evidence?" Rekatis looked at Conan and said with a smile, "Little friend, you must pay attention to evidence."

"When shooting, the gunpowder smoke will only spray on the jacket and trousers. You only need to take off your jacket when you are in action, put on your jacket before you stick out the window, and then go back to the room to change a set of clothes. It is basically impossible to detect. .”

Conan's face was full of disappointment, "You used this needle to let the air out of the football and then hid the football in your shirt."

"I found it in the trash can after you went to the bathroom. As for the football, it was found by the staff under the signing table."

Conan's words made Rekatis feel more and more wrong, he only put a ball needle, and he really didn't touch anything else.

Recalling Guangyou's words, Rekatis also had a very bad guess in his heart.

He is not stupid, from what Conan said to Guangyou, he came to the conclusion that someone deliberately framed him, but he didn't have any idea about the person who framed him.

"But why did you say that I put it there?" Rekatis looked up at Conan, and asked in confusion, "It shouldn't be able to find my fingerprints."

"Actually, that reporter has already made it clear that the gesture of his right finger is the movement only when eating sushi. As for the belt on the left hand, it refers to the BAND."

"In the sushi restaurant, the staff are used to communicating with codes. Among the dishes in the restaurant, this refers to the dish No. [-], and this is the message Ed left before he died."

Conan's words made Rekatis more affirmed the thoughts in his heart. From his point of view, you can struggle to make moves. Would you die if you just write eight on the ground?
Oh no, he really will die.

But writing an eight will not hinder him much.

At this time, Recatis' attention was no longer on Conan's reasoning, but instead he was recalling whether there was some sinner back then, which caused this revenge.

And what surprised him even more was that he couldn't tell anyone about this plan, but someone still knew the whole plan and implemented it.

A figure flashed in my mind, but everyone was passed by him.

He is quite familiar with Licabaret, and he often goes out to have a drink or something. He looks fierce but is easy to get along with.

And the other McNold also had a drink together, but he didn't have a close relationship, because he felt that McNold was a little cautious.

Usually, he has absolutely no crime against McNold, otherwise McNold would have opened a hotel with him.

After thinking about it, he had never offended anyone that much in his previous career.

There must be small frictions, but it is definitely not so serious that framing him and sending him to jail.

"It's ironic. I originally wanted to prove your innocence, but the more I investigate, the more I am sure that you are the murderer." Conan squatted down and picked up the basketball.

"But none of them are solid evidence, kid." Rekatis said with a smile.

Conan hugged the football: "Where are your shoes? Generally speaking, the gunpowder smoke of an automatic pistol will be sprayed out when the shell casing is ejected, while the revolver will spread out radially from the gun body. According to my reasoning, your shoes The smoke reaction should still be detectable on the surface.”

"You go and surrender yourself, forget it. I beg you."

Suddenly, Rekatis smiled: "Sorry, I just finished wiping my shoes."

(End of this chapter)