Conan's Unscientific Detective

Conan thought for a moment and said, "I think it's some kind of plant fiber. It's definitely not body hair or anything else."

“You don’t know either.”

Fujino shook his head regretfully, and then called out to Maori Kogoro: "Uncle Maori, Conan sneaked in again!"

"Conan?"

Maori Kogoro turned around after hearing this and got furious when he saw Conan: "Stinky brat!"

"what!"

Conan glanced at Fujino resentfully.

You can't figure out what the clue is, so you backstab me?

I don't know what a dog is, but Fujino you are a real dog!

Then he ran away in a hurry.

"This brat!"

Uncle Maori said with resentment, and then asked Fujino: "Brother Fujino, have you found any clues?"

"For now, the clues can only provide a few ideas..."

Fujino stood up and said, "But I feel that the bullet in the victim's head is the key clue. Could you please arrange for someone to identify the bullet as soon as possible?"

"Bullets?"

Yokogo Sango clenched his chin, then called on the forensic police officers around him to quickly pull out the bullets...

Buckle it out?

Ah this...

I support science.

The bullet in Sunaoka's head was successfully removed and placed in an evidence bag.

Yokomizo Sango handed the evidence bag to Fujino: "This is the bullet left in the deceased's head."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

Fujino took the evidence bag from Yokomizo Sango and took a look at it.

The exact size of the bullet in the evidence bag could not be determined. The front end of the yellow bullet was deliberately sharpened, and a hole was drilled on the inside of the tail, with threads inside.

This level of transformation...

If the modification was carried out before launch, then the murderer is really bold.

However, this did give Fujino an idea. The distribution of the penetrating bullets was not reasonable. There was also a marked scratch on the ground. The bullets had been modified, perhaps to adapt to some kind of weapon...

"So that's it..."

Fujino narrowed his eyes and glanced at the mattress beside him, and a vague idea of ​​how he had committed the crime emerged in his mind.

Next, it's time to check out the gun over there.

…………

After a thirty-minute journey, everyone arrived at the crime scene on the other side of the canyon.

There was a rustling sound in the grass.

This made everyone nervous.

Kogoro Mori pushed aside the bushes with trepidation.

Then, a wild orchid appeared in the grass.

"orchid?!"

Uncle Maori stammered, "Why are you in a place like this!?"

"Because people saw Conan suddenly running out alone..."

Xiaolan explained shyly: "I was really worried, so I followed you."

"So, why are you hiding behind the bushes?"

Uncle Maori was speechless for a while.

It’s Conan again, that brat. The same goes for Xiaolan. They’re hiding in such a place, which scared him a lot!

"Because Conan..."

Xiaolan wanted to say something, but she looked around and couldn't see Conan. She shouted to everyone around her, "Conan, where have you been?!"

"over there."

Fujino shone the flashlight down the hillside and Conan's figure came into view.

"hey-hey!"

Conan smiled awkwardly and pointed at the shotgun in front of him: "The gun is right here!"

"Conan..."

Uncle Maori angrily climbed down the hillside, picked up Conan like a dog, and threw him to Xiaolan: "Xiaolan, keep an eye on this brat!"

Fujino, together with Yokomizo Sango and the police from the Forensic Division, came to the hillside.

"It seems that this gun is the murder weapon."

Yokoguro Sango glanced at the shotgun, then glanced at the hotel across the street, and then called out to the police officer at the side, "Hurry up and send this gun for identification."

"Yes!"

The police officer responded, then picked up the gun and asked curiously, "The bottom of this gun is dry?"

"Did you do it?"

Yokoguro Chanwu, who was standing by, was surprised and asked Fujino, "When did the heavy rain stop just now?"

"It started raining when we arrived, around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, and ended around 6:00, and it took about one to two hours,"

"That's strange..."

Yokomizo wondered, "If that's the case, then the bottom of this shotgun should be wet."

"That's true, but what if the gun was placed here before the rain?"

"Put it here before the rain?" Henggou Chanwu exclaimed in surprise.

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, complaining in his heart that it had been raining for an hour or two, but the ground was still dry. Then, he sorted out his thoughts and said in a deep voice, "I almost know the murderer's method of committing the crime."

"what?"

Henggou Chanwu, who was standing by, exclaimed in surprise.

Maori Kogoro, who had just come back from teaching Conan a lesson, was also surprised: "You already know how to commit the crime?"

Conan, who was sitting on Xiaolan's arm, turned his gaze to Fujino when he heard this, and doubts arose in his heart.

"The gun body is dry, which means the gun has been here for a long time. This is just a cover-up by the murderer."

As he spoke, Fujino stood up and looked at the gun in the hands of the forensic police officer: "If he wanted to destroy the evidence, he could just throw the gun into the river. There is no need to leave it there. It is unreasonable to leave it there just to create an alibi."

"Alibi?"

Yokomizo Sango clenched his chin and said, "If that's the case, then the murderer must be someone in the hotel..."

After a pause, he asked again in confusion: "But since this gun is not the murder weapon, how did the murderer kill Mr. Sunaoka?"

"Yes."

Maori Kogoro came over and echoed: "Besides, we all heard the gunshot."

"I just heard gunshots. In fact, from my point of view, the sound was more like firecrackers or something else. Because the canyon was too empty, it was impossible to determine the direction."

Fujino explained: "In fact, what made me sure of this was not the gun, but the bullet. The previous bullet had been modified, and there were threads at the bottom of the bullet. If it was fired, it would definitely affect the accuracy, or even make it impossible to fire."

"If that's the case, then indeed, that level of modification really makes it impossible to carry out normal launches."

Yokomizo Sango nodded, and then asked in confusion: "Then, how did the bullet enter Mr. Sunaoka's head and cause his death?"

"It is necessary to kill the opponent silently and ensure that the opponent can be killed in one blow. I think the real murder weapon should be a powerful bow and arrow. The threads under the bullet are the best proof of this."

"According to the following reasoning, we should go back to the hotel. There are some things I still want to prove."

…………

Everyone returned to the hotel.

Fujino came to the crime scene and lifted the mattress.

What appeared before everyone's eyes was a bullet hole under the mattress.

And some coconut fibers were visible at the bullet holes.

"So that's it!"

Conan suddenly understood, and his head seemed to explode.

"Fujino-kun, there really is a hole under the mattress!"

Henggou Chanwu took a look at the hole and said, "But how did you know that?"

Conan also glanced at Fujino curiously.

"It's just simple inference and intuition. It's similar to reverse thinking, but the premise is to obtain other evidence."

Fujino pointed to the glass beside him and continued, "I found some plant fibers in the glass shards... The only thing in this room that could block a bullet at that height and leave plant fibers behind was the mattress."

"Amazing……"

Henggou felt a little confused and impressed, but still couldn't help but sigh.

"..."

Conan narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that Fujino's reasoning methods were becoming more and more strange.

"Now go ask those people for their alibis."

Fujino suggested: "In this way, we can determine who the murderer is."

…………

Hotel living room.

The few people who were traveling with Shagang, as well as the only old man who was the hotel staff, were called here and sat on the sofa.

This was discovered through Yokomizo's investigation.

The only people staying in this hotel today are Fujino and Sunaoka.

Producer Katsuaki Nagatsuka discussed the script with screenwriter Tahara in the morning, and went hunting with Sunaoka at noon. The two did not come back together until the afternoon, and after the rain stopped, they went to the restaurant with everyone.

Screenwriter Toshiaki Tahara stayed in the room alone after discussing the script. He did not get up to eat until the rain stopped in the evening.

In the morning, Noe Tanigawa was with Sunaoka because they had an argument about the script. In the afternoon, they went to the archery range, and one arrow almost made Fujino's brain explode. After that, her schedule was similar to everyone else's.

The old man who found Fujino and the others was named Akashi Yusaku. He was the only one on duty today and he didn't remember anything else.

Fujino listened to their explanations silently without saying anything. After everyone finished explaining, he stood up and said in a deep voice: "Well, your itinerary can be confirmed. Now I know who the murderer is."

"Detective Fujino, do you already know who the murderer is?!"

Noe Tanigawa, who had already changed her clothes, asked Fujino anxiously.

"Well, I have been able to determine who the murderer is."

Fujino nodded, glanced at the four people present, and said in a deep voice: "The murderer of this case is among you four."

"Ugh?!"

Several people exclaimed in surprise, and producer Katsuaki Nagatsuka couldn't help but say, "Just now the police officer said that Sunaoka was probably shot by a sniper rifle, right?"

"Yes."

Tanikawa Noe echoed, "How is it possible to teleport over there, snipe him on the other side, and then teleport back."

"In fact, Mr. Sunaoka was not sniped from the opposite side. That was just an alibi created by one of you. The method was very simple..."

Fujino cast his eyes on the few people and reasoned, "The murderer first stole the spare key in the hall, sneaked into his room, and placed the mattress in front of the window. Then he went to the other side of the canyon and shot through the window with a shotgun, leaving the bullet stuck in the mattress. He then took out the bullet, reset the room, removed the broken glass, closed the curtains, modified the bullet, and installed it on the arrowhead of the bow..."

"Bow and arrow?!"