He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

Shinichi Kudo immediately gave chase, "Then you..."

"He stole it!"

"what?"

Yukimatsu Nami turned her head and pulled the timid man in front of her.

“Yamada Okao! Tell the police! Last night, that guy Yukimatsu Masato broke into our house and stole a lot of things, worth at least several million. You found him, and he even kicked you in the stomach.”

Yukimatsu Nami reached out to lift Yamada Okao's clothes, but Yamada Okao awkwardly dodged, his slick, forced smile almost dripping with oil.

"There aren't that many, only around 100,000."

"It's millions! Why are you hiding? Show the evidence to the police!"

“Anyone can forge this; it doesn’t count as evidence. Let’s talk about something more specific,” Ying Sheng said.

Yamada Okao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Hotaru with gratitude.

“Around 11 p.m. last night, Nami and I were already asleep when I vaguely heard some noises coming from the living room. I went over and pressed my ear to the door to listen carefully. It turned out that Yukimatsu Masato was cursing and saying, ‘Where did that little bitch hide the money?’”

"Pooh!"

Yamada Okao trembled and fell silent, while Yukimatsu Nami gave a cold snort.

“I heard that too, and I rushed out to beat that beast. But he was pretty good at fighting. He kicked Gangfu over, shook me off, ran into the bedroom, opened the dressing table, grabbed a handful of things, and ran away. We couldn’t catch him at all.”

She tapped the evidence bag with her cigarette butt. "That hairband is one of them. The others are jewelry worth several million dollars."

Shinichi Kudo frowned. "This is a home invasion robbery. Why didn't you call the police?"

"This one……"

Yamada Okao scratched his sparse hair, unsure of what to say, while Yukimatsu Nami pouted.

"I'm not divorced from that guy yet."

This left the police officers completely bewildered, staring blankly at the two of them. Unable to find an ashtray, Yukimatsu Nami simply stubbed out her cigarette on the coffee table.

"He has no assets for me to divide, so why get a divorce?"

She turned to look at Qingzi, her eyes filled with fervor, "My daughter is so beautiful, she'll definitely marry a rich man in the future, and then I'll be set for life!"

Kiyoko's slender body trembled slightly, her lips pressed tightly together, looking like a delicate white flower battered by wind and rain, pitiful and vulnerable.

The policewoman, who had previously held some prejudice against Kiyoko, now had a cold look in her eyes. It's no wonder that Kiyoko doesn't cherish her body because her parents treat her beauty as a commodity.

This family is disgusting!

"Because Masato Yukimatsu stole your things, you're coming here today to move his house?" Shinichi Kudo asked.

"That's right, that's several million, even emptying this place wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

"What evidence do you have?"

"evidence?"

Yukimatsu Nami was stunned, then gritted her teeth: "I'd recognize that guy's voice even if he were reduced to ashes!"

"It's not him who needs to prove it, it's you who needs to prove it."

He broke into the Yamada residence last night. This is only your side of the story so far. Is there anyone else who can corroborate this?

Furthermore, where were you when Masato Yukimatsu was electrocuted to death at 12:30 PM? Why couldn't the police contact you until 2 PM?

"What? You're doubting me?!"

“I really can’t get in touch with you.”

The policewoman next to her coldly took out her phone and showed her the call log, which contained a row of the same number, all in red and unreachable.

"This……"

Yukimatsu Nami carefully checked and confirmed that it was indeed her number. So why couldn't she get through?

My phone hasn't rung!

"Could it be that the signal was bad when we went to the underground parking lot to put our things down?" Yamada Okao said tentatively.

"Yes! That's right! That must be it!"

Nami Yukimatsu said confidently, "There's also the elevator. We went up and down it several times, and the signal inside is bad!"

The policewoman sneered, "Did anyone else see you?"

"A security guard in the parking lot saw it."

Inspector Megure immediately contacted the apartment manager and received a reply that it was between 11:30 and 12:00, and he did not see it again after that.

"This place is only a ten-minute drive from Mihana Central Park, you had plenty of time to commit the crime!"

"Hey, you're just imagining things, right? Why would I kill him?"

Nami Yukimatsu glared angrily at Shinichi Kudo. "I've seen you in the newspapers, the high school detective, the savior of the Metropolitan Police Department. You tell these guys, what's in it for me to kill someone? Are you afraid his loan shark debts won't come after me?!"

Shinichi Kudo remained silent for a few moments.

"Insurance fraud."

Yukimatsu Nami was stunned for a moment, and was about to explode again when she saw Kudo Shinichi pointing at several insurance policies on the coffee table and looking at Yukimatsu Kiyoko.

"You must have hidden this thing, which shouldn't be seen by Masato Cedar, very well, but it was found out so easily. Why do you think that is?"

Kiyoko lowered her eyes, "I..."

"Because Kiyoko is my daughter! I've known her since she was little, what's the problem?!" Yukimatsu Nami interrupted loudly, her face flushed red.

Shinichi Kudo sighed. "Yuki-chan must have told you that she bought her father personal accident insurance. Now that you think about it, you weren't too surprised when the police mentioned the huge insurance policy."

"No, that's not it! You..."

Shinichi Kudo interrupted him directly, "Cedar, did you make a phone call or send an email?"

Kiyoko's voice trembled slightly, "Email."

"why?"

"Because, at that time yesterday, there was nothing left to cherish."

"That's not what I asked."

"because……"

Kiyoko smiled sadly, "She is my mother."

Chapter 4 The Great Detective Runs Wild Down the Wrong Path

Even after experiencing much suffering, I still choose to forgive because of that sliver of warmth.

Sad, pitiful.

Everyone turned to look at Yukimatsu Nami. The layer of putty on her face seemed to have solidified, and her expression was extremely stiff. But in just a very short moment, the mask slowly moved, squeezing out what she thought was a gentle, forced smile.

"That gambling addict is dead. You still have 100 million. You can live a good life from now on. Don't do anything rash."

This man is hopeless.

Megure pulled down his hat brim and said in a deep voice, "Ms. Cedar, please come with us to the crime scene. The homeless people there say they have seen a suspicious person."

"Damn it! You guys definitely took money! This is completely fabricated!"

Nami Yukatsu continues her rampage; her four hundred million yen is incredible!

"Please cooperate with the investigation. The police will never wrong an innocent person."

Inspector Megure spoke in a low voice, then turned to look at Kiyoko. Even a kind-hearted person like him was feeling rather irritable.

"Kiyoko-kun, please come along too."

Kiyoko nodded weakly, trying to stand up by supporting herself on the sofa, but it seemed that the series of blows had taken away all her energy and spirit, and she couldn't stand up for a moment.

The policewoman rushed over to help him up, and Hotaru patted Shinichi Kudo on the shoulder.

"May I go over and take a look?" Ying Sheng asked.

"It should be fine, as long as the scene isn't disturbed."

Shinichi Kudo looked at Juro Megure, who nodded. Just like in previous cases, it was perfectly normal for bystanders like Ran and Hotaru to be watching.

"Has Shuiyue also become interested in the case?"

Shinichi Kudo was eager to try his hand at it and planned to recommend the way of detective work to his recently acquainted friend.

"Just curious, after all, it's a case that happened nearby." Ying Sheng walked at the back of the group, took out his phone to check, and after the connection was successful, he casually mentioned after entering the elevator, "The signal is pretty good."

Shinichi Kudo looked at Nami Yukimatsu with a sharp gaze. Nami Yukimatsu glanced at her phone; the signal was only two bars. She was instantly filled with rage.

Even her phone is working against her, huh!

What exactly is going on? !

The atmosphere inside the elevator was heavy. After arriving at the underground parking lot, before Yukimatsu Nami could even look at her phone again, it rang. She was stunned for a moment, and just as she was about to say something, she heard the policewoman in front of her speak in a cold voice.

"Try taking it."

Yukimatsu Nami hesitated for two seconds, then gritted her teeth and pressed the answer button. She hadn't done anything wrong, and these corrupt cops shouldn't try to frame her!

“Hey, can you hear me?” she shouted.

The policewoman turned on the speakerphone, and the sound coming from the speaker was intermittent, with some faint electrical noise.

The police and Shinichi Kudo both frowned, while Nami Yukimatsu was overjoyed.

"Look at this call quality. My phone is always in my bag, so the signal is definitely worse. This is a Motorola problem, what does it have to do with me!"

"Let's go to the scene first," Shinichi Kudo said.

Mihana Central Park is quite large, and there is a corner of woods that few people pass by, which gradually attracted some homeless people.

They lost their stable homes for various reasons, making it difficult for them to find proper work. As a result, they could only make a living by doing odd jobs, living in cardboard shacks, and wandering around all day.

When the police arrived, several homeless people were lying on cardboard boxes, sunbathing.

Shinichi Kudo frowned slightly; he couldn't understand.