Conan's Unscientific Detective

After hearing this, Yokogami Sango thought for a moment, then turned to the forensic doctor in a white coat in the room and asked, "Can the time of death be determined?"

"It's confirmed."

The forensic doctor turned around and replied: "Preliminary inference is that the deceased died between early morning and morning today, and the cause of death was a blunt force trauma to the head..."

"This morning?"

Yokomizo Chango thought about it for a while, and immediately ruled out the suspicion of Fujino and his group, and instead focused his suspicion on Shibata Kyoko.

According to Kyoko Shibata, she went out before five o'clock this morning to play golf with her friends.

As for Shibata Shiro, he returned home at three in the morning after playing mahjong with his friends, and he had fallen asleep before Shibata Kyoko left.

However, judging from the newspapers and breakfast left on the table, Yokomizo Sango believed that Shibata was killed while eating after waking up.

According to the video footage on the recorder, the time of Shibata's murder was pushed back to between 8:00 and 8:45 in the morning.

Conan kept wandering around the scene, looking at Fujino with some resentment.

This guy Fujino actually didn't let him touch the crime scene!

How can we find clues without moving the crime scene?

He was very curious about what the photo was in the deceased's hand.

In short, he had a hunch that it must be a very important clue.

And that Ikenami Shizuka is definitely related to this case.

But after being dragged out, he never had the chance to see it again. He could only wander around the scene, constantly avoiding Uncle Maori's iron fist.

Fortunately, he was smart and found a useful clue right away. He pointed at the shelf with videotapes next to the TV and said in a childish tone, "Oh, it's so strange. Look, why is the shelf full of videotapes, but one compartment is empty? There is no projection machine, and there is only one speaker next to the TV."

Hattori Shizuka successfully attracted Conan's attention.

She glanced at Conan curiously, her eyes slightly raised like a foxy one.

In fact, she also noticed that this child was a little unusual...

Whether it was the advice he gave before or the iced coffee he ordered, he was vaguely showing a wisdom that was beyond his age.

But she didn't think much about it, she just thought that she must have been affected by staying around the two famous detectives for too long.

In comparison, Fujino has probably seen through her now, and even deduced that she is a Daiban person.

"You're right..."

Yokoguro Sango walked forward, glanced at the empty space next to the TV, and nodded.

"Maybe it was sent for repair?"

Maori Kogoro put his hands in his pockets and turned to ask Mrs. Shibata: "Is this what I said, Mrs. Shibata?"

"No, it's actually my husband..."

Shibata Kyoko seemed a little hesitant, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Yoshikawa beside him: "Okay, this little thing shouldn't be important, right? It's better to deal with this matter as soon as possible and let me go home!"

"Mr. Yoshikawa, you look nervous."

Fujino, who had been observing silently at the side, saw that the time was right, so he slowly walked forward and asked Shibata Kyoko, "Mrs. Shibata, what did you want to say just now?"

"This one……"

Kyoko Shibata sighed: "Actually, the projector and the stereo were sold by my husband."

"Sold?"

Henggou Chanwu was stunned: "Excuse me, is your family's financial situation very pessimistic?"

"Isn't that..."

Kyoko Shibata hesitated.

But before she could say anything, Yoshikawa couldn't sit still anymore: "Wait, this kind of thing is not important at all..."

"Mr. Yoshikawa, please don't interrupt Mrs. Shibata again and again."

Henggou Chanwu was a little unhappy at this time, and said in a deep voice: "Or is there some unspeakable secret behind this?"

"This one……"

Yoshikawa panicked when he heard this, and cold sweat started to appear on his forehead.

"It should be related to mahjong."

Fujino pondered, "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Shibata should have been gambling at mahjong all along. In that case, the sold-off speakers and projectors in the room can be explained."

"Is that right?"

Yokomizo Sango frowned, "Mrs. Shibata, is it really the same as what Fujino-kun said?"

"That's right..."

Shibata Kyoko sighed, "My husband was indeed involved in the gambling game of Yoshikawa's components... Thanks to him, the family's computers, cars, jewelry, and even the loudspeakers were sold."

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

Yokomizo Sango was the first to recover. He looked at Yoshikawa with narrowed eyes: "Mr. Yoshikawa, can you explain what Mrs. Shibata said?"

"This one……"

Yoshikawa hesitated and couldn't say anything for a long time.

"I remember you were the first one to open the door, right?"

Yokomizo Sango's face gradually darkened, as if he had already determined that this guy was the murderer: "You didn't have an alibi at the time. If Mr. Shibata usually participated in gambling, you would have killed Mr. Shibata because of gambling."

"Wait a minute! Although we do gamble on a regular basis, it doesn't involve murder!"

Yoshikawa panicked when he heard this.

Gambling crimes are minor, but murder is much more serious.

Turning his head, he looked at Fujino and his group, and then said repeatedly: "Those people must be suspects too, right? Although it seems that you know each other, but..."

"Ah? These are the least likely to commit murder! How could the sleepy Mouri Kogoro and the dark detective Fujino be murderers? The probability of this happening is even lower than winning the lottery."

Henggou Chanwu was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed in disbelief.

In his opinion, it is not impossible for the famous detective to kill someone.

But in comparison, the probability of winning the lottery may be higher.

"Are you talking about the sleeping Maori Kogoro?!"

"And the high school detective Fujino?!"

Yoshikawa and Kyoko were both stunned.

"Yes."

Yokomizo Sango nodded, and then proudly introduced: "The two of them came with Mr. Mori's daughter Xiaolan, and Conan who is staying at Mr. Mori's house... As for the beautiful lady..."

Yokomizo Sango looked at the strange woman and thought for a moment, then turned around and continued, "It should be Mrs. Mori, right?"

Fujino: "..."

Xiaolan: "..."

Conan: "..."

Hattori Shizuka: "..."

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 339: Strolling Chicken Conan

Judging from his behavior, this police officer and Kogoro Mouri should be old acquaintances.

She remembered that the girl named Xiaolan had said that she looked very similar to Mrs. Maori...

Could it be that because she looked so similar, he mistook her for Mr. Maori's wife?

Such a thought emerged in Hattori Shizuka's mind, but she quickly dismissed the idea.

She glanced down at her neat kimono.

Is it true that some people wear kimono everyday?

But after thinking about it, she felt that it was possible.

After all, she is wearing a kimono now...

Could it be that Mr. Maori's wife also likes to wear kimono when going out?

Well, I must meet that Maori lady if I get a chance.

Hattori Shizuka felt as if she had met a soulmate.

"Am I right, Mr. Maori?"

Yokogouchanwu was in a daze, obviously not noticing the strange expressions of the crowd.

It's just like asking for credit or praise.

“Well…does this really look like it?”

Kogoro Mouri looked like a nymphomaniac.

Fujino: "..."

Suddenly, he recalled a certain crazy girl with a big forehead.

So Uncle Maori and Sonoko are the biological father and daughter, right?

They both look so in sync when they're obsessed with love.

Could it be that the hospital took the wrong baby?

Fujino couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Of course."

Henggou Chanwu nodded and said frankly: "At first glance, they look like a couple."

"Ahem! No..."

At this time, Hattori Shizuka couldn't listen anymore, raised her head and coughed lightly, interrupting their conversation.

Being mistaken for someone else's wife is a very embarrassing thing.

As a qualified wife, she had no intention of letting the misunderstanding continue.

Hattori Shizuka sorted out her words in her mind and politely introduced herself to Yokomizo Sango:

"My name is Chi Bo, it's our first meeting, please give me your guidance."

"Actually, I'm not Mr. Mori's wife... The reason I'm here is because I asked Mr. Mori and Detective Fujino to find Mr. Shibata Shiro who lives here and get back an old photo from thirty years ago."

"...?"

Henggou Chanwu was surprised for a moment.

The lady in front of him exuded the aura of a noble lady, so he subconsciously thought that this was the wife of the respected sleeping Kogoro Mori.

But after getting a negative answer, he felt embarrassed and inexplicably disappointed.

After recovering from his shock, he quickly changed the subject: "So you are only Mr. Maori's client, not Mrs. Maori, and you came here just to ask Shibata Shiro for old photos, right?"

"Yes."

Hattori Shizuka glanced at her old classmate lying on the ground with a bloody head, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "I just didn't expect this to happen."

She is already in her forties, her mentality has gradually calmed down, and she is no longer as sentimental as a little girl.

Just looking at her old classmate who was still on the phone yesterday but had turned into a corpse today, she couldn't help feeling mixed emotions.

"Look, Mr. Shibata, who has already died, was holding a photo in his hand. Ikenami-san must be referring to that photo!"

Conan had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the few people. After hearing the key word "photo", he pointed at the body of Shibata Shiro behind him.

"Conan!"

Xiaolan turned around when she heard the voice, and hurried forward to pick up Conan, with a somewhat resentful tone: "Why did you come to the crime scene again?"