Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

"Uncle!" Conan tiptoed and looked out the window, "Come and see!"

"what happened?"

Maori stuffed the sheets back into the closet and looked out the window, where he saw a number of overly large footprints extending from the wing to the back door of the main house's kitchen.

"This is……"

"The footprints were blocked by the door, and we didn't see them because of the rockery and trees on the road," Conan pondered, "and they went straight to the back door of the main house."

"The biggest problem is that there are only footprints from the wing to the main house, but after the snow stopped yesterday, only President Daimon should have been here..."

"It's General Xiuyou!" The old lady appeared behind the two of them. "It must be General Xiuyou. I saw him yesterday, walking past this side wearing that armor. The man I saw didn't die. I didn't expect that the curse would befall him..."

"Last night?" Mao Li asked, "Madam, when did you see it yesterday?"

"It happened at 12 o'clock when I was offering sacrifices," the old lady muttered, "This must be General Xiuyou's curse..."

"There can't be any curse. This is a murder."

Maori glanced at the footprints in the snow, then turned around and went back to the main house from the other side.

It's definitely not a ghost, the murderer just took advantage of the legend here...

I walked through the corridor and found the back door of the kitchen. There were still water-stained footprints on the floor, extending from the back door to the door of the audio-visual room.

Mao Li put on gloves and turned the handle, but he couldn't open the door. It seemed that it was locked from the inside.

"What is this?" Conan rushed over and frowned when he saw the traces, "Why are the footprints here? This room is..."

"My husband is still in there!" the eldest daughter-in-law said anxiously, "Yesterday Yishu said he wanted to listen to music and stay here overnight!"

"Mr. Kazuki?" Maori quickly knocked on the door and shouted, "Mr. Kazuki, are you in there? No, is there another entrance?"

"No, no, there is only one door to the audio-visual room. It needs to be opened from the inside..."

"Just break in."

Maori found an axe and chopped hard on the door handle, making a sharp notch. Then he pulled the door open with force.

The room was eerily quiet. A bloody samurai sword lay on the ground opposite the door, and further inside lay a heavy samurai armor. The strong smell of blood wafted into the air.

Maori walked over to the armor and removed the mask, revealing Daimon Kazuki's painful face.

Has been killed.

The fatal wound was also a knife wound. The murder weapon should be the samurai sword at the door, but...

Maori stood up and looked around the audio-visual room.

The soundproof door can only be locked from the inside, without any gaps. This is an absolutely secret room. As for the wing room, it is also a secret room considering the footprints. He has just confirmed that there is no special mechanism that can lead to the wing room without leaving footprints.

In other words, this is a series of closed-room murders...

Then comes the most critical question.

If the eldest young master was the murderer, why would he wear armor and walk from the wing room to the main house?

And there's the murderous knife that fell at the door. It's too far away from the young master's body. It would be unreasonable to say that the young master threw it away after committing suicide.

"Ok?"

Maori's eyes swept across the bloodless tip of the samurai sword and looked at the dim corner of the wall at the door.

There were obvious bloodstains and knife marks on the soundproof wall.

"Well...regardless of whether this is a curse or not, those footprints did come from the wing room to here, which means that President Daimon was killed by the armored warrior...Anyway, please stay in the living room until the police arrive."

Maori returned to the body and took the handkerchief to slightly lift the armor to examine it.

The body was not stained with the old man's blood, so the murderer was indeed someone else...

Mao Li walked out of the audio-visual room thinking silently again and stopped when he passed the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Hojo Hatsuho, Xiaolan and Xiaoai were helping to make coffee. The rich smell of coffee also lifted Maori's spirits.

By the way, the murderer seemed to be quite familiar with the Damen family, and there were no signs of climbing over the wall around, which means that the murderer is someone in this house.

If you want to get rid of the bloody clothes...

"Detective Maori," Hojo Hatsuho noticed Maori and smiled sweetly, "I made coffee for you. Let's go to the living room and rest for a while."

"Thank you."

Maori watched Hojo Hatsuho and Xiaolan bring the coffee to the living room, paused, and walked into the kitchen to find the wood stove.

There was still some warmth in the stove, as if it had just been used that morning, and there were still some unburned remains...

Maori reached out and pulled out a small piece of burnt white cloth.

It seems to be the material of that pair of white socks...

In the living room, when Maori came over, the atmosphere was still a little heavy. Daimon Ryoro, his sister-in-law and the old lady were sitting together, looking sad.

The murdered President Daimon and Kazuki Daimon were not good people, but no matter what, the death of a loved one is always a blow...

"What did the police say?"

"They said there was snow on the road and they couldn't come over for the time being."

Dr. Agasa, who helped contact the police, said, "The only possibility is that the young master killed the old master in the wing room and then returned to the audio-visual room to commit suicide..."

"Impossible!" The eldest daughter-in-law gritted her teeth and said, "Why would Yishu do this?"

Mao Li stroked his chin and spoke slowly, "Come to think of it, I heard you guys talking about the position of president yesterday, and you said that if the old man passed away, there would be an inheritance, right? Madam?"

"Yes, so what?" The eldest daughter-in-law said with an unpleasant expression, "No matter what, Yishu would never kill his father, and he even committed suicide... I think it must be Lianglang. The story about going abroad is all fake. Once Dad and Yishu die, he will be the only one to inherit this family!"

"Sister-in-law!" Daimon Ryolang said anxiously, "Can you please stop talking nonsense?!"

Mao Li glanced at everyone and suddenly said to Hojo Hatsuho, "Ms. Hatsuho, can you come with me for a moment?"

"Huh? Good, good."

Hojo Hatsuho followed Mori out of the living room in confusion and walked straight to the audio-visual room, clenching her palms nervously.

"Um, Detective Maori..."

"When President Daimon was murdered," Maori walked to the body of Daimon Kazuki and suddenly said, "the blood should have sprayed on the murderer, but there is no blood on this armor or the young master's clothes."

“Is that so?” Hojo Hatsuho tensed up and smiled stiffly, “In that case, didn’t the young master commit suicide?”

"That's right. After killing President Daimon, the murderer immediately sneaked into the audio-visual room, waiting for an opportunity to kill the young master, and then artificially created a secret room..."

"Man-made?"

"The murder weapon, the knife, fell at the door. Doesn't it seem strange?" Maori said calmly to himself, "After killing the young master, the murderer inserted the knife into the soundproof wall beside the door, and then placed the handle of the knife on the door handle to hold the bolt for closing the door. Then he carefully walked out of the door holding the knife and slowly closed the soundproof door. The knife automatically pressed against the bolt to lock the door. This is the secret room method..."

"If you want to open a solid soundproof door, you have to break it with great force from the outside, and the knife that is holding the door lock will naturally fall to the ground."

Ai walked to the door of the audio-visual room with her hands behind her back. She saw Maori analyzing the case, and quietly leaned outside to listen.

"But...but," Hojo Hatsuho clenched her fingers, "Who would do such a thing?"

Maori looked back at Hojo Hatsuho and said, "The young master was killed while wearing armor. There was almost no sign of struggle. I think he probably took sleeping pills or something beforehand..."

"The one who was able to do this when the young master was completely unprepared... Miss Hatsuho, the young master and his wife had a quarrel yesterday, and the relationship between the brothers is not harmonious, but there is someone who can make a cup of coffee and come in without arousing any suspicion..."

Hojo Hatsuho's face turned pale. "But it's not necessarily sleeping pills. It could be rice medicine or something. Isn't it common to see sleeping pills poured onto a handkerchief on TV?"

"If it's that, the police can easily find it out," Maori paused, "Let's not talk about that for now, let's talk about the footprints. The reason why there are only footprints of the armored warrior coming to the main house on the snow is because the murderer's previous footprints overlapped. The heavy armor can easily cover up the original footprints, so it looks like there are only footprints in one direction..."

"Moreover, everyone in this family knows that the old lady would hold a midnight ceremony every year during the Xiuyou Festival. In order to push this incident to the legendary curse, the murderer deliberately chose to let the old lady who believed in the legend see the armored warrior walking around... At first glance, it seems that the eldest master was cursed, and after killing the old master, he committed suicide in the audio-visual room. Even the white sheets in the closet of the wing room should have been put on when you went to the wing room to prevent being seen, right?"

“Wait, wait a minute,” Hojo Hatsuho said with a dry laugh, sweat dripping down her cheeks. “Detective Mori, why are you so sure that I’m the murderer? I don’t have any motive at all. Besides, these are just speculations…”

"Sakusa Industry." Mori interrupted Hojo Hatsuho.

"what?"

"That's the factory where the president committed suicide. Kenichi Sakusa is your father, right? I've confirmed with Tokyo that your friend's real name is Hojo Riko."

Maori looked at the girl seriously, "Four years ago, your father committed suicide yesterday. I think this should be the reason why you chose this day, even though you knew that a detective like me was staying overnight."

Sakusa Hatsuho turned her head away: "I... I am indeed the daughter of Sakusa Kenichi. It is also true that I concealed my identity and came here to work as a maid, but so what? This can't prove that I am the murderer..."

"Ms. Hatsuho," Maori looked at Hatsuho Sakusa with tears in her eyes and closed his eyes, "Do you remember what you shouted at the beginning? You didn't go to the wing room, you just saw President Daimon lying on the ground, how could you know that he was dead?"

"I just... I just..."

"There are still some unburned debris in the kitchen stove. Those should be the murder suit that was stained with blood and the white socks that the old lady used to worship the armor. I have always wondered why the murderer took away the white socks..."

Mauli opened his eyes.

"Ms. Hatsuho, can you let me see the soles of your feet?"

Sakusa Hatsuho's body was shocked, and the scene of stepping on broken glass and bleeding when she killed President Daimon emerged in her mind. She stood on tiptoe with a pale face, and the socks on the soles of her feet were stained red with blood again, which was particularly eye-catching: "I..."

"I'm just a detective. I don't have the right to arrest criminals." Mao Li bowed and walked out of the audio-visual room. "Whatever you choose, surrendering or continuing to escape, it's all up to you, Miss Hatsuho... But can you tell me? What happened in the past."

"When my father ran a factory in the past," Sakusa Hatsuho tried hard to hold back tears, "he always valued personal relationships more than business, which is why he was exploited by Daimon Industries... After the factory closed down, my father wanted to help the laid-off workers, but Daimon Industries even took advantage of the situation and planned to seize my family's heirloom armor. Not only did my father not help the laid-off workers, he couldn't even keep this armor..."

Sakusa Hatsuho's eyes were red.

"Detective Maori, I'm sorry, it's just that I..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Miss Hatsuho," Maori nodded slightly, then blinked, "Because this murder case is not the curse of the legendary General Hidetomo, right?"

"……Eh?"

"God is watching what you do, and President Daimon was finally punished by God..."

Chapter 138: Kaito Kidd’s instant teleportation!

In Tokyo, Maori was watching a special documentary about Yoko's concert broadcast by Nichiren TV when he suddenly heard Sonoko's loud shouting downstairs. He looked up and saw that Xiaolan and Xiaoai, who were going home from school, were also there. As for Conan, he had already shamelessly gone upstairs with his schoolbag on his back.

"Your uncle Jiroji is looking for me?"

When Maori was pouring water for Sonoko, he suddenly talked about Suzuki Jirokichi who was traveling around the world.

Maori's only impression of the old man was that he was rich and liked to show off.

"Uncle Jirokichi, who can't be killed even if chopped, can't eat recently," Sonoko said helplessly, "He must be suffering from a mental illness..."

"Heart disease?"

"Yes, he has nightmares every night and jumps out of bed in a sweat. I heard from the servants that he has lost a lot of weight recently..."

Yuanzi said mysteriously: "I woke up because I dreamed of that person's smiling face. It's the person you all know..."

"The thief?"

Maori's mouth twitched slightly.

When Kaito turned into Poker Face Kid, he was like a different person. He acted cool and attracted a lot of female fans, and Sonoko was one of them.

……

"No, no! This plan absolutely won't work!"

At the Suzuki residence, as soon as Maori arrived outside the study, he heard the old man banging the table and roaring, and he sounded very energetic.

"How can such a loose strategy possibly work when our opponent is the so-called Moonlight Magician?!"

"Advisor, how about you take a rest first? If you overdraw your energy, your body will..."

"Are you trying to tell me you guys were going to figure out a way to catch that guy while I was sleeping?"

Maori knocked on the door and walked into the study, where he saw a group of people in suits bowing their heads and accepting the scolding from an old man. The old man was gasping for breath and looked like he had been very angry.

"It's Detective Maori..." The old man saw that Maori's anger had subsided a lot, and he snorted at his men and sat down, saying, "The bait I got this time is the legendary Mule Amethyst Sandals. We must protect it from Kidd's clutches at all costs! Do you hear me?"

"Mule?"

The subordinates were surprised when the old man opened the treasure chest, which contained a pair of sandals inlaid with huge amethysts.

“Are these the dreamy sandals that the legendary Holy Roman Emperor Maria Theresa was attracted to?”

"Hiss, each toe is inlaid with 100 carats of amethyst, how much is it worth?"

"Hmph," said old man Jirokichi dissatisfiedly, "I don't care about money. It's good enough to attract that guy's attention. Doesn't that guy like big gems very much? The most important thing is to find a way to capture that guy..."

"That guy is too good at flying a glider, find a way to stop him from using it!!"

Maori found a random seat in the room and sat down. He had no interest in the old man scolding his men, but he looked at the dream sandals for a while.

It is indeed something of great value. This old man is really willful. It is a bit of a stretch to say that he is promoting for the Suzuki Group. In fact, he is just very competitive.