Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

“It is the freedom of the strong who are not understood.”

He ran back to Conan, shouted, and took the evidence paper from the forensic officer's hand while he was stunned.

He saw that in addition to the writing, there were also some scribbling marks on the paper:

That's right, I have seen through the trap.

Maori Kogoro, angered by the boy's behavior, grabbed Conan by the scruff of the neck and said, "Hey, what are you doing?"

At the same time, the searching officer entered the main hall carrying a bag containing the armor package.

"Inspector, we found it!" they said, "We found the armor in Mr. Kubota's locker!"

Everyone looked sideways, and when they opened the bag, they saw a suit of armor completely covered in blood.

Kubota was completely panicked, "How is this possible? I have no idea!"

"There are two pieces of irrefutable evidence in front of us. This blood-stained armor and the message left by the victim before he died!"

Inspector Megure pointed at Kubota, looking as if the case was already settled.

But Conan was not thinking that this was the case. Various signs indicated that this was a note left by the murderer, a trap set by the murderer to frame Mr. Kubota.

"What a horrible bloodstain. A good work of art has turned into scrap metal." Kogoro Mouri commented sharply.

Iijima came out and explained, "No, that's just a replica used for decoration. I did see Mr. Kubota move it in during the day."

Conan thought about the situation when he visited the art museum:

No wonder the curator didn't react at all even when Kubota dropped his helmet.

"The armor used in the crime was a replica, so the original was not damaged...and other works of art didn't seem to be harmed either," Iijima continued.

After hearing this, Conan had another idea. He rushed to the scene of the body and confirmed that the artworks hanging nearby had been taken away. He finally identified the suspect. When the police were about to arrest Kubota, Conan snatched the gallery album from Mao Lilan's hand and shouted:

"I can't stand it anymore! Toilet, toilet! Toilet!"

He pretended to run for two steps, then rushed straight towards Director Ochiai to carry out his real purpose -

"Old man, where is the toilet?"

As he spoke, Conan jumped twice, showing his eagerness to pee his pants.

Director Ochiai kindly answered, "The toilet is there. Go out of this room and turn right. There is a staircase. Go down the stairs to the end."

Conan continued to act like a spoiled child, "You just said that I don't know where it is!" The real purpose was revealed, Conan raised the art gallery album in his hand and looked at Director Ochiai, "Please help me draw it here!"

Director Ochiai sighed inwardly:

It turned out that his plan was so imprudent that even a child could see through it.

He hesitated for a moment and took out a pen.

Conan was jumping around and still kept shouting "Hurry up, hurry up".

"After leaving this room——"

His eyes widened as he was about to draw the route on the atlas.

How can it be?

He actually scribbled with the ballpoint pen he was holding!

If it was the pen that Shinnokawa dropped on the ground, it would be impossible for it to write anything. How could this be?

"What's wrong with you, uncle?" Conan asked when he saw Director Ochiai's surprised expression.

"No, nothing." Director Ochiai quickly calmed down. He drew a suggested route on the last page and handed it to Conan. "Follow my drawing. It should be fine."

When Director Ochiai turned the album over, Conan had the same expression of disbelief and panic.

impossible!

Was his reasoning wrong?

As a top detective of the younger generation who is 100% successful in solving cases, he has never encountered a moment when his reasoning was completely overturned.

How could this happen...what went wrong? Could it be that Director Ochiai has more than one ballpoint pen and he got rid of the other one?

"What's wrong, kid? Aren't you in a hurry to go to the toilet?" asked Director Ochiai.

The two sides reversed in an instant.

Winette, who was watching the farce from behind, also realized that Conan was just pretending to go to the bathroom to prove that Director Ochiai's ballpoint pen could not write.

He is definitely not an ordinary child.

At this moment, Winnet's final words were spoken.

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207 The Detective's Reluctance

Conan was so embarrassed that he had to run to the toilet.

Even if he pointed out that there were inkless scratches on the paper slip as evidence, he would not be able to identify Director Ochiai as the suspect, as no adult would believe the words of a child like him.

He turned around and looked for the director's office of the art museum. Since all the staff were gathered in the hell, he did not encounter any obstacles on the way. Conan ran into the director's office and searched all the places he could think of: drawers, under the bed, corners of cracks, but still did not find any trace of the ballpoint pen.

"Damn it, it must have been disposed of!"

"If we hand it over to the police for search, we might find it..." Conan felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Now he has no choice but to compromise, pretending to be Kogoro Mori's voice to call Inspector Megure, and then anesthetize him to re-examine the case - this will become difficult now that the suspect has been arrested.

When he returned to the lobby, he thought the police would withdraw, but they didn't. He ran back to the Hell Room and happened to see Inspector Megure drawing with a ballpoint pen.

"Mr. Kubota, what's the matter with this ballpoint pen on you?"

"I don't know! I don't have the habit of carrying a ballpoint pen with me!" Kubota shouted.

Maori Kogoro was puzzled. "No matter how you look at it, it's a bit stupid to draw on a piece of paper with your name on it with a pen that can't write." He suddenly had an idea and thought that it was true. He knocked his fist on the palm of his hand and said, "I understand!" He said, "Mr. Kubota may have asked Mr. Manaka to meet here in the name of Director Ochiai. He had planned to put a pen that can't write on the table. His purpose was to perfectly reproduce the painting of 'Heaven's Punishment'."

"He tried with the sticker on the back, thinking that the ballpoint pen couldn't write, but he didn't expect that the ballpoint pen was just temporarily broken. Boss Manaka wrote his name before he died. So Kubota replaced it with a ballpoint pen that really couldn't write, pretending that the real murderer wanted to frame him."

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"Is that so, Mr. Kubota?"

"No! I didn't kill anyone, believe me!"

"Mr. Kubota, please wait until you get to the office before talking about this." Megure sent people to arrest him.

Although he felt that the probability that Kogoro Mori's reasoning was correct was very low, all the evidence currently pointed to Kubota, so he could only conclude the case.

However, this process caused a huge uproar in Conan's heart:

The ballpoint pen that was supposed to be on the suspect appeared on Kubota's body instead.

Did Director Ochiai replace it? What about the fingerprints... No, Director Ochiai would not leave such a simple loophole.

Conan, who had already fallen into a dead end in his thinking, could not find any way to overturn the case. He felt as if he was covered by a huge dark hand, and could not find a place where a ray of light could shine in - he was slowly falling into the darkness.

For a moment, Winnett's words echoed in his ears -

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You will fall.

His self-confidence was severely hit. He did not take any action until Kubota was taken away.

The perfect crime...

Conan even doubted his own inference. Could an old man over 70 really have such a sophisticated mind and a thorough plan? The other party did not even destroy the camera and took the initiative to expose the scene of the crime.

"I totally lost..."

Conan's face suddenly turned pale.

He thought that if he was still Kudo Shinichi, he would have a huge influence on the police and could use the power of a carpet search to overturn the case. But he was already Edogawa Conan, and thinking this way, he hated this mysterious organization that made his body smaller even more.

……

"Such a terrible thing actually happened..."

After leaving the art gallery, Mao Lilan muttered to herself. She looked at Conan at her feet and found that he looked depressed. She thought it was a child throwing a tantrum, so she pointed a finger and said with a smile:

"Okay Conan, let's eat Sukiyaki tonight!"

Kogoro Mouri cheered, and Conan, who was in a bad mood, also responded.

"By the way, Miss Winnet, would you like to come along?" asked Mao Lilan.

Winnet declined in a friendly manner, "I have something else to do at church. Let's get together again next time we have a chance."

At the fork in the road, Winnet said goodbye to the Maori family.

She became concerned about Conan, a child, and felt that her scope of thinking was too narrow. Since there were time travelers, why couldn't there be reborn people? Even, maybe the kind who kept their memories of birth... Thinking this way, he didn't seem to be a threat.

"He wants to overturn the verdict, but feels powerless... It seems that he doesn't have any extraordinary abilities."

There was no way to threaten her.

Winnett did not return to the church, but returned to her residence. As soon as she entered the door, she smelled the aroma of food, and saw Miyano Akemi busy, she felt a headache. Seeing Akemi wearing an apron and smiling to welcome her, Winnett finally raised the white flag. Repeatedly refusing would ruin the atmosphere, and the Miyano sisters were both excellent cooks.

With the special bonus, Winnett felt that Shirley's cooking skills were better - she was a little greedy.

"Winette, you're back." Mingmei said with a smile, "But there have been no visitors all day, so we shouldn't slack off on our neighborly relations!"

They are all single-family buildings separated by walls and spaces in between, so it is normal for neighbors to become distant. Winette remembered that the villa next to hers was uninhabited. In addition, this place is basically inhabited by wealthy families, so giving souvenirs to their homes would seem cheap.

"Don't worry about this kind of thing. However, sometimes someone does come to our house, a woman named Sophia. If you just meet her, it's nothing serious."

"Then... the letter in the mailbox should be sent by Miss Sophia!" Mingmei rested her finger on her chin and recalled.

"letter?"

Winnet was suspicious and looked at Mingmei with a questioning expression. Mingmei handed Winnet the envelope on the windowsill and specifically mentioned the orchid scent on it.

"The sender should be a girl." Mingmei tiptoed, seeming to be very interested in the letter.

Winnet opened the letter and took out the letter inside.

"What a shame, it looks like the sender was a man."

"Male? Could it be a love letter?"

"No, it's an invitation. Inviting me to Moonshadow Island."

"Moon Shadow Island?"

"It seems to be a small island near Tokyo. I'm not interested."

Winnet said this, but she didn't really mean it. She rarely filled in the address of the residence, unless the other party went to the church in person to ask Akane Fanta or Satoshi Fujita.

Dr. Asai was not that familiar with her, and the fact that he sent her an invitation letter seemed quite strange in itself.

Perhaps it was someone who instructed this... She had a vague guess.

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208 Gin Kept in the Dark

Under Akemi Miyano's "incredulous" gaze, Winnett coughed like a speaker and briefly described who the other person was and the contact between them.

Mingmei kept asking her about Shirley's daily performance until dinner.

There was a sense of incongruity in Winette's emotions when she said these words. Since she and Shirley had rarely met in the past five years, she was no longer sure whether Shirley was still the same as she knew her. For example, Shirley's enthusiasm and passion - this was something she had never known before.

However, while telling the story, she still felt a very satisfying feeling, which flowed through her body like spring water.

This warmth spreads within the consciousness, along with the beautiful memories, like a big tree tracing back to its pure and innocent sprouting period.

If only it could always be like that. Together with Shirley, we would be swaying in fate like waves and duckweed, watching the rising sun together, walking on the muddy road, and looking at the distant sky.

If only it were that simple.

Winnet let the memories spread in her heart, and at the same time she had a beautiful dream in her heart that was different from reality. Greed and arrogance were her characteristics. She loved Shirley and wanted Shirley to stay by her side. After saying this to herself, tomorrow seemed to be a little worth looking forward to.

After dinner, Winnett returned to her room, turned on her computer, browsed the screen, and dealt with some organizational matters.

Her phone suddenly lit up and vibrated.

The caller ID showed a number that impressed her.