Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

The fat woman followed up, “Yes, I saw that the only person in the car was this child. Maybe there was a dummy sitting inside. There are such cases inside.”

Maori shook his head: "Conan can't be wrong, Boss Jingu has indeed been murdered."

There's no reason for Conan to get this wrong...

"Then why don't you tell me who killed Ayako?! Was it suicide?!" the man with glasses suddenly yelled, "Ayako was clearly killed by someone, and you are still talking nonsense here!"

Mao Li looked at the angry man with glasses expressionlessly and said, "Of course you can continue to lose your temper, or you can go to the living room with us for the time being, and we can talk about the rest after dawn."

The group left the garage one after another, leaving behind Maori and Conan who were silent, and Mr. Fujisawa who had a grim face and wondered what he was thinking.

"Detective Mao, Maori,"

Fujisawa gritted his teeth, took out a piece of paper and said, "If this goes wrong, I'll be the one to die this time!"

Mao Li took the note and his pupils suddenly shrank: "If you want the book, come to the garage at five o'clock tomorrow morning. The book is under the back seat... Mr. Fujisawa, where did this note come from?"

Fujisawa said with an unpleasant expression: "When I returned to my room after dinner yesterday, this note was stuck in the crack of the door... I was planning to come to the garage at five o'clock, but I didn't expect Miss Oki to die here, and there was no book inside..."

"I see. Your clue is crucial. You can go back first."

After Fujisawa left, Conan thought: "It seems that the murderer's original target was Mr. Fujisawa, but he had to switch to Miss Oki. But everyone was in the hotel at the time. How did the murderer do it?"

"I think I already know the murderer's identity and methods..."

Maori was wearing gloves and holding the lighter from the fire scene. His eyes swept across the garage, the cliff, and the hotel's living room. His bright eyes stunned Conan.

"Uncle, you already know?"

Conan looked confused. He still had a lot of doubts to answer. Wasn't it a bit too exaggerated that the case was solved so quickly?

(What Dad said is true. Whether it is his reasoning ability or something else, Uncle has been hiding too much...)

"I know, but I don't have conclusive evidence."

Maori handed the lighter in his hand to Conan and continued to think.

This case started when Boss Kanaya disappeared for a whole day, then at 3:5 this morning Boss Kanaya and his car fell off a cliff, and now at nearly o'clock Oki Ayako was burned to death in the garage... It's not too complicated, but there are a lot of troubles. The first point is the mystery of the car's acceleration before it fell off the cliff.

Because of the car and Jingu's body falling off the cliff, it was impossible to conduct an investigation. The only things that Conan could rely on were the details inside the car that he observed at the time.

The strange wind noise in the car, the blanket covering the instrument panel, the stiff body of the boss Jingu...

The combination of these factors allowed Maori to come up with a scenario that fits the situation.

If the car was heated instead of air-conditioned at the time, the changes in the corpse would have been faster, and it would have started to soften from stiffness earlier. The murderer might have used the stiff corpse to step on the brakes and started the car, and then slowly released the brakes when the corpse began to soften, and the car would have moved forward naturally.

The acceleration in the middle of the journey was probably due to the bumpy road and the complete release of the brakes...

This way, the murderer could just stay in the living room and wait after opening the garage, thus creating an alibi.

"I see,"

Conan got the lighter and quickly figured out the mystery of Oki Ayako's death. "Ms. Oki and Mr. Fujisawa both carry lighters with them, and the car is full of volatile gasoline. If you use the lighter to illuminate, it will explode and burn with just a little flame... The murderer tampered with the car at the beginning, not just to trap us here..."

Conan looked up at Maori in surprise and said, "But this only eliminates everyone's alibi. Just like this, we know the murderer... Could it be that uncle, you have solved the mystery of the first murder case?"

"As long as you are not mistaken, the method used by Boss Jingu to fall off the cliff should not be wrong either."

Mao Li said this confidently, and then he changed the subject, "But since the murderer is so eager to kill Miss Oki to silence her, I might as well test her. As long as he makes another move to save her, everything will be clear."

"uncle!"

Conan's face changed drastically. Seeing that Maori and Ayako Oki were somewhat similar before, he said anxiously, "Don't mess around! Miss Oki is just too confident..."

"Who do you think I am?"

Mao Li said with a smile, "I'm not like you, who would do things without confidence or act on impulse. The word "cautious" is written all over my dictionary, okay? Besides, the murderer must have relaxed his vigilance against me now, thinking that I'm a fake famous detective..."

As he was talking, Mao Li looked towards the cliffs where the waves were beating. His hand in his pocket touched the special metal lighter that had played a big role in the Yotsuei Group case.

"And, personally, I really want to teach this daring guy a lesson!"

Chapter 63: The End of the Devil Man and the Power of Conan's Great God

"Do you already know who the murderer is?"

"Is this true, Detective Maori?"

In the hotel living room, everyone sat around the dining table, looking eagerly at Maori.

"I don't know who it is yet," Mao Li shook his head and said with certainty, "But the murderer is definitely among us."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The man with glasses frowned, "We were all together when the garage caught fire. Only you and Conan were outside! Are you going to say that you are the murderer?"

"Even if the murderer wasn't in the garage, he could have killed Miss Oki,"

Maori put the note from Mr. Fujisawa on the table. "Think about it, the murderer tampered with the car in advance, not only to trap us here, but also to kill people. Ms. Oki used a lighter to illuminate the back seat of the dark car, and ended up igniting the volatile gasoline."

Everyone read the words on the note together: "Could it be that..."

"Yes, this note was received by Mr. Fujisawa yesterday. The murderer set a trap in the garage, which was supposed to kill Mr. Fujisawa, but Ms. Oki disrupted his plan."

Mao Li observed everyone's expressions and continued, "Miss Oki was murdered to silence her, but it gave me a lot of clues. In fact, she told me something before. Although I don't know who the murderer is, it should be easy to find out as long as I spend some time investigating."

"What did Ayako tell you?"

The man with glasses was stunned at first, then broke out in a cold sweat and gritted his teeth and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"If you tell it, won't the murderer know it too?"

Maori's eyes were fixed on the man with glasses, Kento Toju, Ooki Ayako's boyfriend.

There is no doubt that the murderer is this man with glasses. The two incidents before and after all point to Oki Ayako's boyfriend.

……

"Boom!" It started to rain heavily outside the hotel in the night, and the thunder rumbled incessantly. Maori and Conan went to the room of the man with glasses, but did not find his test paper.

"Ms. Ohki should have come in yesterday at noon. Maybe she found something on the test paper."

Conan thought, "If I'm not mistaken, there should be no answers filled in on the test paper, so Ms. Oki would suspect him."

After a pause, Conan asked Maori next to him: "Uncle, won't you consider it again?"

"Consider it? You should know that even if you find the test paper, it is just supporting evidence and does not mean anything."

Mao Li returned to the living room with his hands in his pockets. Only Mr. Fujisawa and the fat woman were sitting there, looking tired.

"How's it going, Detective Mori?" Mr. Fujisawa perked up and asked with concern, "Any results?"

"I already know what Miss Oki has discovered,"

Mao Li responded, wondering, "Where are the others?"

"We helped prepare coffee and cold drinks," Xiaolan and Huiyuan just walked into the living room with plates and put the cups on the table, "because everyone is so sleepy."

The man with glasses followed Xiaolan with a gloomy expression, and gritted his teeth when he saw Maori.

"Coffee and cold drinks? Then I..."

"Crack!"

Before Maori could finish his words, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the surroundings fell into darkness.

"power cut?"

"Is it because of thunder?"

"It looks like there's a power outage," the waitress called from the kitchen. "Sorry, I'll fix it right away!"

"Where's the switch? Use my lighter."

As everyone in the living room fell into chaos, the man with glasses' eyes flashed coldly in the dark, the corners of his mouth raised, he took out an ice pick wrapped in cloth from his arms, and took advantage of the chaos to grope his way towards Maori who was standing by the window in front of him.

Conan was about to go find the power switch with everyone when he suddenly noticed a flash of light from an ice cone in the darkness. He was startled and turned around to see a figure approaching Maori in the chaos.

(uncle!)

"That's it!"

Maori stood still, allowing the man with glasses to approach him, until the ice pick stabbed him, then he dodged and grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand. Before the man could be surprised, he punched him with his other hand.

"boom!"

The lights came on again, and the man with glasses clenched his teeth and sweated profusely before everyone. His glasses had been broken, one of his eyes was bruised, and half of his face was red.

"Mr. Hu Ju?"

Everyone looked at Tojukento, who was holding the ice pick in his hand, in surprise, "What, what's going on?"

"Could he be the murderer?"

"Mr. Hu Ju,"

Mao Li grabbed the ice pick and pushed the man with glasses away. He said coldly, "Miss Ohki was also silenced by you, right? At that time, you were concerned about her and chased her to the bathroom, but in fact you planned to let her go to the garage to find the book, and use the first edition book as hush money. That's why Miss Ohki suddenly changed her mind and stopped talking about the murderer, but Miss Ohki never thought that you wanted to kill her."

Hu Shiyan turned his head away, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"But,"

Xiaolan said anxiously, "Ms. Ayako is his girlfriend, why..."

"Sister Xiaolan, he is the only one who can make Miss Ohki change her mind,"

Huiyuan looked at the man with glasses who accepted it and said calmly, "After all, Miss Ohki knew something she shouldn't know. Even if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, it didn't matter. It's a pity that Miss Ohki didn't see this clearly and thought he really wouldn't do anything to her."

"how come……"

"But even if he killed Miss Oki,"

Fujisawa asked in confusion, "How do you explain Boss Jingu falling off the cliff? He was here with Xiaolan and the others at that time, and couldn't start the car at all... He has a sufficient alibi..."

"This is the difference between us professional detectives and mystery fans like you, Mr. Fujisawa. In our eyes, alibis are not omnipotent."

Mao Li shrugged and said, "Normally, murderers only have a few ways to create an alibi, such as time, space, and text. Mr. Hu Ju also used a special method to create an alibi for himself... That's right, even if he wasn't at the scene, Mr. Hu Ju could still make the car fall off the cliff!"

"Is it okay if you're not present?"

Several mystery fans stared at Maori's reasoning in a daze - before this, they didn't have much idea about what the famous detectives in real life were like, and even thought that they were similar to themselves. However, when they were in the case at this moment, they looked at the famous detective Maori as if they saw the real-life Sherlock Holmes.

So this is the famous detective, this kind of convincing aura makes people feel safe...

"Assuming that Mr. Jingu's actual death time was the night before yesterday, which was after 10 o'clock when we last met, and the car was driven out of the garage at around 3:29 this morning, a full hours have passed,"

Mao Li approached the man with glasses and continued, "Mr. Toju, your method should be to kill Mr. Jingu and let him sit in the driver's seat, and fix him in the position of stepping on the brake. After half a day, the body will become stiff. Even if the engine is running and the gear is in the forward gear, the car will not move because of the stiff foot stepping on the brake..."

"I think you didn't have lunch with me yesterday. You probably didn't fill out the answer sheet in your room, but went to the garage to check the situation. The wind noise in the car is not air conditioning, but heating. The purpose is to speed up the changes of the corpse and soften it in advance."

Maori looked directly at the silent man with glasses and said, "After that, as long as we open the garage before dinner, we can stay in the living room with everyone and wait for the car to start... The only ones who would create an alibi like this are you and Conan who insisted on waiting until late at night."

The man with glasses' expression changed, and he raised his head with trembling eyes to meet Maori's gaze:

"How do you know so clearly?"

"Humph,"

Mao Li sneered, "There is no such thing as an absolutely perfect crime. As long as you are human, there will be flaws, no matter how hard you try to cover it up. You covered the dashboard of the car with a blanket because you were worried that someone close to the car would see the heater light, which would only make people more suspicious."

"But why did the car suddenly accelerate?"

Others were confused and said, "And Hu Shi insisted that it was murder at the time..."

"That's because he knew it would be found out as murder sooner or later, and he said that to clear himself of suspicion first."

Mao Li explained, "As for why the car accelerated, you can tell from the tire marks on the ground. It should be because the road was bumpy and caused Mr. Jingu's foot to completely slip off the brake pedal."

"Damn it!" The man with glasses fell to his knees unwillingly, "How could this happen?"

Mr. Fujisawa's face was gloomy. He grabbed the glasses man by the collar and said, "Why do you want to kill me too? I don't think I have any grudge against you, right?!"

"Humph!"

The man with glasses didn't care about Fujisawa's vicious look, "Irene is the only woman Sherlock agrees with. How could she laugh at Sherlock? I really can't imagine it!"