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Conan immediately pretended to be an elementary school student and came to Kindaichi.

"Auntie! Is that old man allergic to anything? Uncle Maori asked me to ask this." Conan looked obedient.

The natural cuteness of a real child is completely different from the deliberate cuteness of an adult.

Deliberately acting cute will only give people goosebumps.

Shanchui Huajin trembled all over and got goose bumps.

"My husband... my husband is allergic to peanuts. But we have already told the hotel that they will never add peanuts to the food when cooking." Jin Tian Duzi suddenly turned around and looked at the waiter next to her: "It must be your negligence that caused this result. I will sue you until you go bankrupt."

The waitress was a young lady in her early twenties. She immediately waved her hands and said, "I don't know. This matter has nothing to do with me. I'm just responsible for bringing the chicken soup."

Conan continued to ask: "Auntie, does the old man usually carry anti-allergy medicine with him?"

"Indeed, the medicine is in the car not far away." Jin Tianjunzi pointed at their car in the heavy rain.

"I see. So when the old man found himself experiencing allergic symptoms, he immediately ran to a nearby car to get anti-allergic drugs. But he didn't expect to be killed by a falling sign just after passing the door. This is definitely a carefully designed conspiracy. There is only one truth, and that is..."

"This is definitely an accident." Kogoro Mori said seriously.

"Uncle...you have seen so many cases...I beg you to use your brain!" Conan felt like crying.

If I could become like Kudo Shinichi, I would naturally be more persuasive than Mouri Kogoro.

But he is just an ordinary primary school student now, so how can his words be convincing?

In comparison, people are more willing to believe the words of the famous detective Kogoro Mori.

"Is this... really an accident? Detective Maori, if you find out anything, you must tell me. I can handle it. My husband! You died so tragically!" Jintian Jiaozi burst into tears.

Conan suddenly discovered a small detail. Although Kinda Dunzi was crying, there was not a single tear in her eyes. Moreover, the corner of this woman's mouth was raised with a slight smile.

"Sure enough, there is a conspiracy here. You know your husband best, and it is easy for him to get peanuts. As the closest person to him, you have many opportunities to poison him." Conan stared at Jintian Duzi.

"But we need evidence. Is there any evidence to prove that it was Kinda Junko who poisoned?" Conan kept looking for evidence.

At this moment, a young man in his thirties came out from the second floor. He was wearing a pair of glasses and looked like he had just woken up.

"Why is there so much noise downstairs? What happened! Dad! What's wrong with you, Dad? Why are you lying in the rain?" The young man saw the old man lying in the mud and rushed over and threw himself on him: "Dad, wake up quickly, Dad!"

"Is this the old man's son? Huh!!!" Conan suddenly saw that although the young man was lying on the old man crying, there was a wild laugh at the corner of his mouth!

Lao Deng, you are finally dead.

Chapter 90: Let's make a bet, this is an accident

What's the situation?

Could it be that the son killed his father?

Yes! This man was not at the scene when the crime happened. Could it be that he was the one who threw the sign down from the building and killed his own father?

If you think about it this way, it's definitely possible.

Conan's eyes were sharp, this was definitely a crime committed by multiple people.

"Uncle, wake up. The hint is so obvious, how could it be an accident?" Conan screamed in his heart.

If you want to investigate the truth, you must go to the floor where the sign is located.

Conan immediately ran upstairs and Xiaolan followed him anxiously.

"Conan, don't run around. Let's wait for the police to come."

"The police won't be able to come in a short time. Don't forget that this is an isolated island. In addition, it is raining and windy. The police won't arrive until at least tomorrow. We must catch the murderer before the next victim appears."

Conan rushed to the third floor as quickly as possible, only to find that Yamabuki Hana Jin was already waiting there.

"Little detective! We meet again." Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Conan with a smile.

Conan didn't want to waste time talking to her and immediately started looking for clues.

There is a sign under the window on the third floor. Every word on the sign is fixed with screws and cannot fall off easily.

"Sure enough, this is a murder. And it's a murder that takes advantage of the weather. The suspect used the weather to cover up the truth of his crime." Conan carefully examined the window railings and found very subtle traces of silk thread binding on them.

"Wait! What is this? Could it be..."

"It's a fishing line." Shanchui Huajin has learned to answer quickly.

Conan was startled and turned around quickly, and saw Yamabuki Hanajima taking out a small ball of fishing line from his pocket.

"This is the evidence I found. What do you think? Are you surprised? Are you surprised? I just checked, and someone had sawed off the screws on the sign in advance and then fixed it with fishing line. As long as we make sure the target walks downstairs and cut the fishing line, the words on the sign will fall off. The sign is made of wood, and if it falls from the third floor and hits a vital part, it will definitely kill you. So..." Yamabuki Huajin showed a confident expression.

Conan never imagined that this woman who claimed to be the God of Wisdom was so powerful that she could easily see through the trap set by the suspect?

"So this is definitely an accident." Shanchui Huajin said confidently.

"Huh???" Conan's mind went blank.

This time he was completely confused.

You've already found the evidence, why are you still saying it was an accident? Is it you who's crazy or is it me?

"You don't understand this. This is a woman's intuition. Although it all looks like murder, it was definitely an accident. Do you dare to make a bet with me? Just one dollar." Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Conan with a smile.

Who said there are no suicides or accidents in Detective Conan? See how I make them up for you.

Conan didn't want to pay attention to this woman and looked for clues on his own.

Now the method of murder has been determined. Someone used fishing line to fix the words on the sign. As long as the victim walked directly below and cut the fishing line with a knife, the words would fall directly down.

Coupled with the strong wind and rain today and the fact that the hotel has been in disrepair for a long time, the perpetrator can put all the blame on the hotel.

"It's obviously your sign that hasn't been maintained for a long time, why are you putting the blame on me?"

That's what the murderer would say.

"What about the motive for the murder?" Conan pondered with his chin dropped.

The vast majority of killings are motivated.

Because of money, because of women, because of hatred.

Only a very small number of murders are random crimes, and those are the most difficult cases to solve.

Random target, random reason, random weapon, random killing.

"As the president of a large company, the deceased must have many enemies. Judging from the reactions of his wife and son, these two people wish the deceased would die sooner." Conan continued to think.

"So it was a multiple murder. One person poisoned the soup and forced the victim to get medicine from the car. Another person was waiting upstairs. As soon as he saw the victim coming out, he would cut the fishing line and let the words on the sign hit the victim to death. Then they attributed it all to an accident. To others, this plan was perfect. But unfortunately, you met me, Kudo Shinichi."

There is only one truth, and I will definitely bring the murderer to justice.

Shanchui Huajin leaned on a cane and said, "It's nothing. I'm going back to my room. If you think you have found the truth, you can come and call me."

As soon as Shanchui Huajin returned to the room, a group of little monsters surrounded him.

"Your Highness, is there anyone dead in this inn? We have caught the real murderer!" The little monsters gathered together.

"The real murderer! Isn't this an accident?" asked Shanchui Huajin.

Soon, a little fox was brought up.

"...You mean, this fox killed someone!" Shanchui Huajin originally thought this was a suspenseful mystery, but it turned out to be a supernatural event.

The little fox held his head high and refused to admit that it was his fault.

"Princess, it's not my fault, it's that old man. He went back on his word." The little fox shouted.

Shanchuika Jin didn't expect that things would take a turn for the better.

"How did he go back on his word? Explain it to me clearly! Monsters cannot interfere in the human world. You know this rule. If you don't have a sufficient reason, I will teach you a lesson." Shanchui Huajin clenched his fists.

The little fox recounted what had happened.

The old man's name is Jin Tiansi, and he is a wealthy man.

But two years ago, he was a very ordinary person.

"Two years ago, Jintian found me and asked me to help him become a rich man. In exchange, he had to help me build a temple after he became rich. But this old man did not keep his word. I have helped him become rich, but he actually forgot everything he promised me. On the dark night of the moon, I just found an opportunity to drop the words on the sign from a high altitude and hit him directly on the head. This is the consequence of not keeping one's word." The little fox was so proud.

"Not only that, Princess, we have also discovered many secrets."

The little monsters talked at once, and Shanchui Huajin gradually understood the truth of the whole matter.

"I see." Shanchui Huajin pinched the fox's ears and said, "Since it was the human who broke his promise first, I won't punish you. How about being my scarf for a day?"

As he spoke, Shanchui Huajin placed the little fox on his neck to keep it warm.

The other little monsters all looked at him with jealousy.

We also want to be a scarf for the princess.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Xiaolan's voice came from outside the door.

"Ms. Yamabuki, my father asked everyone to go to the hall. He said that the real murderer has been found." Xiaolan said.

It seems that Kogoro was pricked with an acupuncture needle again.

I don't know what conclusion Conan can deduce.

Chapter 91: Sleeping Kogoro

Everyone came to the hotel lobby.

Jin Tiansi's body was placed right in the center of the hotel.

Yamabuki Hanajin walked down the stairs step by step with a cane and saw Mouri Kogoro sitting on the sofa, his body slightly leaning forward, his chin resting on his hands, his eyes closed, and a confident look on his face.

Everyone else has arrived.

First of all, there are the relatives of the deceased. The man who was lying on the deceased and crying with a wild smile on his face was called Jintian Shengshen, and he was the deceased’s biological son.

The woman standing next to Jintian Shengsheng is his stepmother, Jintian is jealous of his son.

Next to her is the sarcastic young lady Iida Hakuka.

Then there are the hotel staff, the chefs and the waiters.

Finally, there are the Maori family and Yamabuki Hanajin.

People were very frightened when they saw Kogoro Mori falling asleep.

Fidgeting.

"Now that everyone is here, I will begin my reasoning. You probably don't understand the whole story, so I will tell you bit by bit." Kogoro Mouri didn't even move his mouth. Don't you see that there is something wrong with this?

These people were like blind people, watching Kogoro Mori use ventriloquy to reason.

Jin Tian Du Zi cried and said, "Detective Mao Li, who killed my husband? If you can find the murderer, I will give you a lot of money."

"Yes! Who killed my father? I must avenge my father!" Jin Tiansheng gritted his teeth.

"Relatives of the deceased, please calm down. Let me go from beginning to end. First of all, my suspect is... Miss Yamabuki who is drinking tea over there." Kogoro Mori said in a deep voice.

Of course, Kogoro Mouri is now anesthetized, and the person who said this was Conan.

"Cough cough cough!" Shanchui Huajin almost spit out the coffee in his mouth.

I thought Maori Kogoro was already unreliable, but whose general is this? Even more unreliable than him?

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Shanchui Huajin.

"Why are you all looking at me? This matter has nothing to do with me. I have no grudge against him..."

"It's not that we have no grudges." Maori Kogoro continued his ventriloquism performance: "Just now, I called a friend and asked him to investigate your identity..."

"I have a question. Wasn't the communication here cut off? How did you make the call?" Shanchui Huajin raised his hand and asked.

"I have a satellite phone here. Actually, I called the police as soon as the incident happened, but this is an isolated island after all, and it was raining and windy outside, so the police would take at least 24 hours to arrive. So I called a friend who is a policeman and asked him to investigate your identity. As a result, I found out something incredible."

The deceased's son, Kaneda, was born, his wife, Kaneda was jealous, and the sarcastic young lady, Iida Baixia, all looked at Yamabuki Hanajima in shock.

"Let me ask you a question. How old do you think this lady is this year?" asked Kogoro Mouri.

"Probably...only eleven or twelve years old..." Iida Baixia replied.

"Ms. Yamabuki claims to be twenty years old. But according to my friend's investigation, Miss Yamamura is only thirteen years and four months old this year." Kogoro Mori was very sure.