Acting Tips for Conan World

Before he drew this ID card, the ID card had already prepared everything to make Xuantian a scapegoat. As long as he wanted, he could easily replace Xuantian and even let Xuantian go to the capital on his own!

Taking advantage of the fact that he was left to deal with the aftermath of the incident, he went to Genda's house and placed a set of burnt clothes and a lighter there, implying that he was the one who set the fire. Anyway, this idiot was in a trance and looked stupid all day long, so it would be easy for him to do it!

but……

No. 25 covered his chest.

When he thought about actually doing this and putting such a good man in jail, his heart tightened, as if he was desperately resisting this approach.

His brain froze for a moment, and the established behavioral logic started spinning frantically, trying to find some reasonable explanation for his idea.

After a long time, No. 25 finally moved his eyelids and calmed down again.

I actually thought of just following the previous script. How lazy!

The date is obviously different, Xuantian didn't come to this street at all, didn't visit, and didn't give his wife a statue of Guan Yu...just copy the original script like this?

Was he crazy just now? The police would definitely find out if he did this!

No. 25 sat on his scooter, panting heavily, grabbing his hair, and desperately thinking of a way to divert the two people's attention away from himself, "Who else, who else can... That's right!"

And that person can be used to frame someone.

His wife's sister, the addicted gambler who installed a bug in his house.

No. 25 smiled sinisterly, opened the system mall, found the three products of one-time transformation, one-time traceless call, and number disguise, and clicked to buy generously.

Credits are something that are earned to be spent, right?

For his dream of building a private hospital... he would give anything!

"Hello?"

He used the number that Inspector Yumio left when he saved his contact number, changed his voice to an unfamiliar one, and called his wife's sister.

"Hello, are you Ms. Morokaku's sister, Ms. Ieko?"

After hearing the affirmative answer from the other end of the phone, No. 25 coughed lightly and tried to make his tone as awkward and solemn as possible.

Pain, "I'm sorry, I have to tell you something that will make you sad. Actually, there was a sudden fire in your sister's house just now, and your sister and brother-in-law were all buried in the fire. As their only relative, I hope you can come and help them deal with the aftermath."

A scream full of joy came from the other end of the phone, followed by a voice as if someone was covering his mouth to suppress the excitement. After waiting for more than ten seconds, he heard the trembling voice on the other end of the phone confirming the matter with him again.

It's so clumsy.

How clumsy!

Her tone was a little too impatient. You could tell she was trying her best to pretend to be a sad sister who couldn't believe the reality, but her tone sounded more like a lottery winner who couldn't believe she had suddenly become rich!

No. 25 laughed at her acting, but still acted like a stupid police officer trying to comfort her, "This may really be a nightmare for you. After all, they are your only relatives left. Although I am very sorry, I still hope that Miss Xizi can cheer up!"

There was a loud sob from the other end of the phone. After pretending for a while, his wife's sister assured him that she would go there as quickly as possible to deal with the funeral arrangements for her sister and brother-in-law, and then hung up the phone.

No. 25 looked at the call records that automatically disappeared from his phone and showed a smug expression.

Not only his own call records, but also the records on his wife's sister's phone and the records in the telephone company's records will all disappear!

To be able to get such an effect with ten credits is such a steal!

After throwing out the interference option, he won’t have to be distracted anymore for the time being.

The mere fact that the wife's sister, with her poor acting skills, had led her to believe that her sister's family was all dead was enough to make the detectives suspicious.

On the 25th, he was in a good mood and went to tell each of his friends the news of his wife's death. Although his wife and friends were still undergoing forensic autopsies at the police station due to the arson case, he had already booked a crematorium for them a week later.

As long as you don't fall into the trap yourself, they won't be able to produce any evidence.

And there is such a scapegoat who is obviously suspicious.

Yes, this is a perfect crime.

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Conan and Hattori Heiji were still searching for clues in the burned-down Morokaku family home, some clues that might have been overlooked by the police, when they suddenly heard a noise coming from outside.

"How could that guy Zhujiao still be alive?!"

A middle-aged woman with long straight black hair and heavy makeup covering her wrinkles excitedly grabbed Inspector Gong Chang's collar and said, "Are you kidding me? You clearly said they were all dead! I was so happy for nothing!"

Inspector Yuminaga's several attempts to explain failed to calm the unbalanced Miss Xizi, so he could only push her away and shouted in a stern tone: "Madam, please calm down... please calm down!"

Miss Xizi clicked her lips irritably, trying to calm herself down, "Okay, I'm calm... So please give me an explanation, what exactly happened to my sister and brother-in-law? I've heard from the onlookers that the bodies you carried out were a man and a woman, and the notification phone call you made also said so, so what is going on now!"

"Compared to that."

Inspector Gongchang's expression was solemn. "What's the matter with the phone call you kept talking about, informing you to come claim the body and take care of the funeral?"

Chapter 318 The Real Murderer's Yu Yu

"That's your internal police number, with police certification! Don't think you can get away with this so easily!"

Miss Xizi immediately went to look through her phone, trying to find the call record. As she was looking through it, her face changed drastically, she became panic-stricken, and cold sweat broke out on her face.

"No? How could there be no!"

She twitched her thumbs frantically, searching through her call logs, searching for the automatic recording system she had set up for her phone calls - it was nowhere to be found!

That illusory ghost phone call seemed like a daydream she had!

"How can it be!"

She grabbed her hair in despair, messing up her long, smooth hair. "How could it be possible that there is no such thing? I'm not lying, I'm not lying. The police really called and said that my sister and brother-in-law are dead!"

"Hey, Hattori."

"Ah, indeed."

Conan stared at the crazy woman, his mind clear, "A woman who was called to the scene by a phone call, who thought her sister's family was dead and she could inherit the estate smoothly."

"He's a guy who has plenty of reasons to kill people, and whose words are so suspicious that we can't help but pay attention to him."

Hattori Heiji crossed his arms in understanding, "It's like a feast that has been placed in front of us, tempting us to try it."

"You're underestimating the real culprit behind this." He concluded unhappily.

"But what if we can't prove the real murderer, but there are clues or even evidence that this woman is the murderer?"

Conan did not underestimate his opponent's ability. He ran to Inspector Yumio with an innocent and cute expression, "Since this aunt said so, maybe she really deleted the call record accidentally. Can we go to the communication company to check the call record? If it was a call from more than ten minutes ago, the communication company must have kept this record, right?"

Miss Xizi seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, "That's right! That phone call couldn't have been fake!"

Inspector Gongchang frowned.

OK, I get it. ”

Not every policeman can do whatever he wants as long as he shows his police ID. Although he was not going to look up the content of the call and had the owner's consent, Inspector Yumio still applied for his superior's consent first, contacted the head of the communications company, and then obtained Miss Xizi's call records from the communications company.

"It turns out that no one called you during the time you mentioned, let alone the police."

Inspector Yuminaga placed the records sent by the communication company in front of Miss Xizi and looked into her eyes with a serious expression. "Now I want to ask, how did you know that there was a fire here, and why did you think that your sister and brother-in-law were dead?"

"Are you doubting me? Of course, I know this news because of that phone call—"

"But that phone call didn't even exist!"

Miss Xizi cried out in despair, "Even if I have a motive to kill, my selfish sister who married that kind of man for my father's inheritance rarely interacts with me. How could I know that they were all at home and drunk, and set the torch to kill all the guys who prevented me from getting the inheritance?"

"And I didn't have the time to kill anyone. I'm a fortune teller. When the fire started, I was sitting in front of the mall telling fortunes. I never left. I didn't have the time to commit the crime at all!"

Inspector Yumio was unmoved. He had seen many criminals who were good at acting and cried out that they were wrongly accused more than anyone else. But what she said did make sense. "We will investigate."

Conan frowned, "If it's a matter of time, then it's actually been resolved."

In response to Inspector Yuminaga's question, Hattori Heiji showed what they had found from the ruins. "At the point where the fire was speculated to have started, we found a very badly burned object, melted glass, and an iron frame of this shape. It was obvious that it had been an incandescent lamp before it was burned by the flames."

"The surface temperature of a 100-watt light bulb is 218 degrees. Wrap tissue paper around it and insert a matchstick... It's very easy to make an ignition device. The threshold is very low and anyone can do it."

Miss Xizi was confused. "I don't know. I didn't pay attention in high school. I even asked my neighbors for help to change light bulbs. Who would know such things?"

Conan doesn't think that Miss Xizi is the real murderer, because a murderer who can handle the case so perfectly must have thought of an excuse to deal with the police in advance.

Miss Xizi's panic and her explanation full of loopholes and absurdity just show that she is not a criminal who has thought of an explanation in advance and is confident.

But the most difficult part is this... because they can't prove that Miss Xizi is not the criminal.

If something comes along that can explain Ms. Xizi's argument, and that thing can make Ms. Xizi's doubts the greatest.

If they can't find the real murderer and confirm the evidence, Miss Xizi will be charged as the murderer.

Because the police system is not a detective agency that relies on reasoning to solve cases. What the police value is evidence, evidence that can minimize false and wrongful convictions.

In other words, if there is sufficient evidence, innocent people may be wrongly accused.

Just then, No. 25 drove back to the scene.

His face was still filled with grief, but he looked much stronger, as if he had accepted the reality. "I have already told our friends about my wife and Zeng's death, and the crematorium has been reserved. Only my wife's sister, who was a fortune teller on the commercial street, has not been found. I don't know where she went."

As soon as he looked up, he saw Miss Xizi, who was sweating profusely. "No wonder I couldn't find her... Why are you here? Sister, have you already known about my wife's... affairs?"

He was shaking with fear and beating himself in self-blame, "It's all my fault... If I hadn't left them and ran to the supermarket, maybe the arsonist wouldn't have dared to light the fire!"

Miss Xizi got goose bumps all over her body. Has she heard this taciturn brother-in-law say so many words since she met him? This guy is really abnormal... Wait, abnormal?

"You are framing me, Morokaku!"

Miss Xizi pointed at No. 25 as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw, "Because you came for my sister's money from the beginning, because my father said that if my sister finds a son-in-law, he will give her all the inheritance! After my sister died, all the inheritance fell into the hands of an outsider like him! My father's inheritance, and this piece of land! These things should obviously be mine! That's why you killed my sister and framed me!"

No. 25 looked shocked, "How could you think of me like that!"

He shook himself with all his strength, looking like he was being wronged. "I have always respected you for nothing, and I have always placed the crystal ball you gave us in my bedroom and in my car."

Miss Xizi seemed to suddenly think of something, her face changed drastically, and her hands and feet began to tremble.

She secretly prayed that Inspector Yumichiro would not be too idle to care about the crystal ball, but her poor acting skills instead attracted the attention of Inspector Yumichiro.

Inspector Yuminaga walked over to No. 25. Miss Xizi's words made him suspicious of No. 25. Although he was skeptical about No. 's sudden mention of the crystal ball, he still asked, "Can you lend me the crystal ball?"

No. 25 grinned and said, "Of course, the police will

pregnancy. "

Chapter 319: Kudo in Kanto, Hattori in Kansai

Inspector Yumio took out the crystal ball from the car and looked at it carefully, but it looked like just an ordinary big glass ball.

He looked at Miss Xizi's forced calm expression, suddenly put the crystal ball on the car seat, and grabbed the cushion under the crystal ball in his palm.

This grab found something strange, "There seems to be something inside?"

The fabric was very thin, and Inspector Gongzhang tore the cushion apart with a slight tug. A coin-sized object fell into Inspector Gongzhang's palm. Inspector Gongzhang's expression suddenly became serious, "Is this... a bug?"

"Why is there a bug in the cushion?"

Ms. Xizi pretended to be surprised and said, "I, I don't know this—"

Yuanshan Heye, who had been squatting on the side chatting and guessing with Mao Lilan, carefully poked her head out and said, "I just heard from Xiaolan that this Miss Xizi is a very famous fortune teller. For the devout fans who bought the lucky crystal ball home, the divinations she made are very accurate."

Although it was said tactfully, everyone could hear the hidden meaning behind Toyama Heye's words.

"In other words, you have hidden a bug in the cushion of each crystal ball, so that you can understand the situation in the customer's home and perform divination?"

Inspector Yuminaga analyzed, "So, even if you are not familiar with the couple, you can easily obtain the information that the couple is drinking with their friends and getting drunk through the wiretapping device."

Miss Xizi was sweating all over and tried to defend herself weakly: "I didn't eavesdrop. How could I dare to kill anyone?"

"What, was it Sister Xizi who set the fire?"

No. 25 had seen enough of the show and felt that it was time for him to join the action. He clenched his fists and acted like an angry Tyrannosaurus Rex: "How dare I kill anyone? You just need to start a fire... How could Liangzi and I ever let you down? You love gambling so much, how could we give you money to throw into the water!"

"I lent you several hundred thousand yen, but you lost it all in no time. Ryoko was so angry at home that she even left the crystal ball you gave her in her room. As a result, because of this moment of weakness... not only Ryoko, but also Zeng I was killed by you."

No. 25 covered her face and burst into tears, "I also asked Liangzi to forgive you, thinking that you two are sisters after all... I was wrong! Liangzi, I was wrong!"

Miss Xizi's expression was distorted. "I told you that I didn't set the fire. Didn't you understand? Don't put the blame on me!"

No. 25 just sobbed and didn't say a word.

The disregard was complete, and the charges were also complete.

Inspector Yuminaga glanced back and forth between Miss Xizi and No. 25, and finally sent a tea letter from the police station to Miss Xizi: "Please come with me."

"No, it really wasn't me! Please believe me!"

Miss Xizi struggled and was taken into the police car.

The case seemed to be at a stalemate.

After Mr. Morokaku finished crying, he went to the hotel to rest. The Mori family sat in the car, and Kogoro Mori rarely returned to the detective agency without being careless.