Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

There was a pause at the scene, and screams suddenly boiled over.

"Ms. Ozawa?!"

Maori stood up quickly and looked closely at Oze, who was floating motionless like a dead body in the water tank. "How could this happen?"

……

"The deceased is Michiko Osawa, 25 years old, and died of drowning..."

Next to the water tank in the lounge, forensic personnel laid Michiko Osawa's body flat for evidence collection.

"Ms. Osawa is an underwater performer in this aquarium," Detective Takagi reported to Officer Megure, "and she is also the only daughter of the president of Osawa Construction Company. Initially, Osawa Construction Company also participated in the construction of the aquarium, and now it is involved in the operation..."

Maori stood nearby and walked to the water tank with one hand in his pocket.

It seems that something went wrong when Ozawa was preparing the water tank, and even the bottom of the tank was stained with foundation.

Everything was apparently fine beforehand, and Michiko Osawa didn't seem to have any major conflicts with other people. At most, she just had a bit of a spoiled princess' temper, but she shouldn't have been killed.

Was it murder or an accident?

"Did Ms. Ozawa drown in this water tank?" Maori asked Lin Masato, "Did the staff make a mistake?"

"It's definitely correct. I've been operating in the control room with the staff."

Lin Yaren led everyone into the control room: "When the actors are ready in the water tank, the signal light here will light up. We will start to pour water into it after confirmation. When the water is filled to 80%, it will stop automatically. There is also an emergency button in the water tank to control water stop and drainage."

"Hmm," Officer Megure groaned, "If there is nothing wrong with the machine, we need to investigate further. Let's start testing it right away."

"Yes."

The staff responded and began to prepare the diving equipment and check it through practical operations.

Mao Li took the opportunity to follow Inspector Megure for the interrogation.

Although the inspection of the water tank control process has not yet begun, many people, including Officer Megure, have subjectively felt that Osawa's drowning was an accident.

Because Ozawa had a patch on his knee and had had knee pain with the patch before, it was very likely that he drowned in the tank due to knee pain.

"There are three points,"

Maori returned to the water tank thoughtfully, and seeing Xiaoai and Xiaolan who were also thinking, he simply raised three fingers to remind them, "First, there is only one place on the bottom of the water tank where the foundation on Miss Osawa's face was rubbed. Second, Miss Osawa has a patch on her leg because of knee pain. Third, the messy cosmetics in the dressing room and the plastic paper left after the patch was applied..."

"It seems that Miss Ozawa suddenly had a pain in her knee in the dressing room and put a patch on it, and then she rushed to the water tank and accidentally drowned because of the pain when filling the water... But no matter how painful it was, she shouldn't have had no time to press the emergency button..."

"And according to the staff here, Ms. Ozawa has always been very professional and very concerned about the audience's gaze. It's really strange for her to go on stage with a patch on."

"How is it? After I told you all this, do you know what's going on?"

"…I still can't, Dad."

Xiaolan thought about it seriously for a moment, and finally gave up and shook her head. Xiaoai seemed to have an idea, and looked directly at Maori, "Uncle, do you have any idea about the truth of this incident?"

"There is no doubt that someone deliberately wanted us to think this was an accident," Mao Li said with a serious expression, "I already know who the murderer is."

……

In the dressing room, Mao Li called the foreman Murakawa together alone.

"Um," Murakawa looked at Mori hesitantly, "Mr. Mori, what do you want to talk to me about? The police officers have already started the experiment..."

"You are the murderer of Miss Osawa, right, Mr. Murakawa?" Maori went straight to the point.

"Ah?" Murakawa was stunned for a moment, then laughed dryly, "What are you talking about? Mr. Maori, didn't the fat police officer say it was probably an accident..."

Mao Li didn't say anything, just looked at Murakawa quietly. Slowly, Murakawa couldn't laugh anymore, and clenched his fists and said, "I was in the control room when Ozawa drowned. How could I have killed her? You know this, Mr. Mao Li, right?"

"Of course I know that, but I also know that you went to the bathroom during Ms. Minegishi's performance."

Mao Li said calmly, "That was more than enough time for you to commit the crime. I think you should have come here first and knocked out Miss Ozawa who was still putting on makeup, put a patch on her, and then carried her to the water tank. The foundation at the bottom of the water tank was proof that Miss Ozawa was lying there. Once the water started to be filled, it wouldn't be long before Ozawa drowned."

Murakawa's expression changed for a moment, and he clenched his teeth: "Where's the evidence? All you said was speculation, and you said I was the murderer without even a single piece of evidence..."

"I just want to ask you, Mr. Murakawa,"

Mao Li did not respond, but asked, "What grudge do you have against Miss Osawa? So much so that you decided to kill her?"

"That woman,"

Murakawa's face trembled, and he finally gritted his teeth and lowered his head, "Two years ago, my wife and child were hit by a car and died. She was the culprit. When her father came here, I heard their conversation with my own ears. He was smiling as if he was telling a story... That woman didn't think she had committed a huge crime at all, so it was only natural that she would die tragically this time!"

Murakawa took a deep breath and looked at Maori and said, "This is probably retribution, so she accidentally drowned..."

Facing Murakawa's determined gaze, Maori finally sighed, shrugged and said:

"I actually agree with you, Mr. Murakawa. We don't need to respect the life of someone who doesn't respect other people's lives at all... However, if you really want me and the police to believe that she drowned accidentally, then I suggest that you quickly deal with your coat and neck. There are faint lipstick marks on them. This is the evidence left by Ms. Osawa that you are the murderer..."

……

The next day, at Teitan Elementary School, Haibara walked out of the school gate with her schoolbag on her back, chatting casually with Conan, who was also a "fake elementary school student" next to her.

The topic of their conversation was exactly the underwater Venus incident, which was closed by the police and Maori yesterday as an "accident" - perhaps because of the similar experience in the previous Godzilla incident, Conan, the stubborn detective who pursues the truth above all else, although still had some complaints about Maori's actions this time, he regretted more that he did not go along before, otherwise he would have had the opportunity to close the case in his own way and fulfill his own demands for justice.

"You're not a girl, Detective. If you were, you could live in the Maori Detective Agency. The uncle would definitely agree."

Seeing the regret written all over Conan's face, Ai couldn't help but tease him with evil humor.

"Hello..."

Conan showed his iconic dead fish eyes.

There was a layer of white snow on both sides of the street. Ayumi and the others in front were happily throwing snowballs, and they passed by a familiar pedestrian bridge unknowingly.

The crow landed on the electric pole and the black cat in the alley stared at the roadside, giving people an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

As Huiyuan walked, he looked around in confusion. A chill gradually rose behind him, as if he saw countless blood-red crows flying up...

"This is?"

When passing the intersection, Huibara suddenly stopped and stared at a black Porsche in front of her with trembling eyes, as if she was under a spell, and her eyes were full of horror.

Out, appeared...

Conan turned around in confusion: "What's wrong with this black Porsche? Wow! Porsche 356A, it's an antique car from 50 years ago... I've only seen it on TV and in books, I didn't expect there are still people driving this kind of car..."

Seeing that the driver was not there, Conan leaned over to the car window and looked around curiously.

"Gin,"

Huibara lowered her head, her voice trembling slightly, "Gin's favorite car is also like this."

……

On a road with few pedestrians near the Beihu Municipal Hotel, the tall Gin leaned against his beloved Porsche 356A and talked on the phone. His long silver hair fluttered in the falling snow, and his eyes were filled with dangerous excitement under the brim of his black hat.

"Yes, a reddish brown hair fell beside my seat, and there was a bug and a transmitter installed... It was Shirley for sure," Gin said with a cigarette in his mouth, smiling, "The woman who betrayed the organization should have gone to your place. If you don't know what she looks like, you can check the files in the organization's computer..."

"Once we're sure she didn't pack anything else in the car, we'll come find you..."

Gin grinned and said coldly: "She will definitely go because I mentioned that medicine... Anyway, when you see her, bring her to me. I want to confirm that it is her, even if it's just her head..."

"But brother," the big guy Vodka, who was checking the car nearby, asked doubtfully, "will that woman really come?"

"Well," Gin hung up the phone and took a puff of cigarette affirmatively, "She is the kind of person who would rush over to stop it. I'm afraid she doesn't know we are waiting for her."

"What if she didn't come?"

"At least we already know she's active near Mihua. Humph, it will be much easier to catch her now that we know the range. Traitors always leave their scent behind."

……

"Uncle..."

Maori Detective Agency.

While watching TV in the afternoon, Maori, who had fallen asleep on the table unknowingly, vaguely heard Xiaoai calling him, so he suddenly opened his eyes.

It was already half past six and Huibara had not returned yet. There was only one missed call on her cell phone.

"When did Xiao Ai call?"

Maori took a sip of water, sat up, and was about to call Huibara back when his cell phone rang.

This time it was Conan calling.

"Hey, kid..."

"What did you say? Something happened to Huibara?! Where's the phone? Can't get through?"

"Where are you now? Beido City Hotel... I know, I'll be there right away."

……

In front of the Haido Hotel, Dr. Agasa's eye-catching yellow Beetle car was parked on the side of the road. Conan held a talkie in his hand, connected to the special glasses that Mori asked Haibara to wear, and kept shouting, but still no response.

It just so happened that Huiyuan's detective badge ran out of battery, so she couldn't track the location...

"It's been almost an hour since Huibara disappeared," Conan said solemnly, "She and I were separated by the chaotic crowd in the corridor of the venue. Maybe someone took her away at that time..."

"Is that the member of the organization you mentioned, Pisco?"

Maori, smoking a cigarette, sat in the back seat. He had already learned the general situation from Conan.

Chapter 92 Ah, Shirley!

The organization silenced a politician who was also a member of the organization at a memorial service for a famous director. The person responsible for the stabbing was a member of the organization code-named Pisco. There is a high possibility that Ai was captured by Pisco during the chaos.

Conan looked at the Haido Hotel surrounded by reporters and explained to Maori: "After Haibara disappeared, I called Officer Megure using your identity as uncle and asked him not to allow the seven people with purple handkerchiefs to leave the hotel. That Pisco should be among them. The key is gin and vodka..."

"Ai should be fine for now, otherwise the organization can find me directly from her phone."

Maori got out of the car with a black umbrella, holding a purple handkerchief given to him by Conan, as well as a small piece of chain fragment that emitted a faint fluorescence in the night. He turned back and looked seriously at Conan who was fiddling with the equipment: "Conan, the situation is critical now, we must act separately. I will find the relatively dangerous Pisco, and as for Ai, I will leave her to you... You must find her location as soon as possible, otherwise..."

"I understand, uncle!"

Conan looked at Maori who was very serious, nodded vigorously and said, "I will contact you as soon as I have any news...but you..."

"Don't worry about me,"

Mao Li waved his hand and said, "Just do your own job well."

……

Inside the Haido Hotel, after Maori called Inspector Megure, he easily entered the crime scene.

"Oh," Inspector Megure was particularly happy to see Maori, "Brother Maori, it's great that you can come!"

The seven people who were left behind for questioning were all very important, which put a lot of pressure on Inspector Megure. If Mao Li didn't come, the police wouldn't be able to detain them for too long...

"They are all being interrogated in a nearby room. I'll take you there!"

Officer Megure breathed a sigh of relief.

Mao Li shook his head: "Compared to this, Officer Megure, let's take a look at the scene first."

The body of the murdered politician has been taken away, but the original traces are still preserved at the scene, and the situation after the incident was also recorded by the TV station on the scene.

The level of this memorial service was not low. After receiving an anonymous tip-off from Conan before the incident, Inspector Megure immediately rushed over to protect the politician. As a result, the lights in the venue were turned off because of the slide show, and the politician who was out of sight was killed by a falling crystal chandelier in the darkness.

Maori walked to the blood-stained crystal chandelier and took out the purple handkerchief and small pieces again.

It looked like the chain hanging the crystal chandelier broke accidentally, as no tampering device was found at the scene.

But it was just a false impression deliberately created by the organization to silence people...

What he has in his hand now is the clue.

First of all, there are purple handkerchiefs. Guests attending the memorial service will register to receive handkerchiefs, and they come in different colors. Only 7 purple handkerchiefs were distributed.

Conan picked up a fallen purple handkerchief at the time of the incident and suspected it belonged to the murderer. He thus identified the only seven people who possessed the purple handkerchief in the venue.

The second was a small piece of chain fragment with fluorescent paint, which fell on a nearby dining table after the incident, which was related to the method used by the murderer to make the crystal chandelier fall.

"Drip drip."

The detective badge in Maori's pocket suddenly rang, and when he answered it, he heard Conan's voice as expected.

"Uncle, we've contacted Huibara! She seems to be locked up in a room in the hotel that serves as a wine cellar. It looks like Pisco hasn't had time to tell his accomplices yet."

"Really?" Maori breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the corner and said in a deep voice, "I will control Pisco as soon as possible. You try to find the wine cellar first."