Conan's Unscientific Detective

Fujino glanced at Yokomizo speechlessly.

He didn't expect this guy to actually believe it.

The Japanese police are too trusting of others...

Fujino collected his thoughts and explained, "What I mean is that Mr. Shibata didn't die at eight o'clock. He died before five o'clock when Mrs. Shibata went out."

"It should be reasonable for a couple living under the same roof to know that her husband has eaten, read the newspaper, and watched TV at 8 o'clock on time."

"I think she put the newspaper on the table when she came back later, and the TV tape was also recorded by her."

Fujino turned to look at Shibata Kyoko: "The purpose of doing this is to cover up the truth, to fake his death at 8 o'clock, to create an alibi, and to eliminate your suspicion, right?"

"But, whether it's 6 o'clock in the morning when the newspaper is delivered or 8 o'clock when the TV recording starts, Mrs. Shibata is playing golf with her friends."

Yokomizo Sango frowned and looked at Shibata Kyoko suspiciously: "If it is true as you said, Detective Fujino, then her friends must have hidden the fact that she left halfway."

"That's not the case. Her friends probably didn't lie. Whether it was that she came back after 7 o'clock or that she went to play golf before 5 o'clock in the morning, it was actually true."

Fujino shook his head. "It's just that 7:10 is also a little after 7, and 7:30 is also a little after 7. I think Mrs. Shibata should have done these things after she came back, taking the newspaper out of the mailbox and putting it on the table, and the videotape was made before she went out, that is, before 5 o'clock, and she put the videotape in the reservation to start recording at 8 o'clock."

"I see……"

Maori Kogoro agreed, "If that's the case, then Mrs. Shibata must have come back before we came here. In this way, people would mistakenly think that Mr. Shibata actually died at eight o'clock in the morning."

"Yes, it is like that."

Fujino then said, "In fact, when we entered the door, Mrs. Shibata showed an abnormal demeanor, and I began to pay attention to it at that time."

"Abnormal demeanor?"

Maori Kogoro was stunned for a moment: "Is there?"

"Brother Maori, didn't you notice?"

Fujino looked at Maori Kogoro with some confusion, but after thinking about it, he understood the panic and hasty apology. Then he asked, "When we came, Mrs. Shibata should have said what you were doing in my house. I should call the police, right?"

"That's true..."

Kogoro Mori pursed his chin and thought about it, but it was obvious that he was confused.

"That's Mrs. Shibata's reaction, right?"

Xiaolan, who was standing by, recalled the past and came forward like a well-behaved student and asked, "Could it be that Mrs. Shibata already knew that we were at her house?"

"Yes."

Seeing that Xiaolan was still normal, Fujino nodded with relief: "Generally speaking, if you see a stranger behave like this at home, there are only two possibilities: she knows her husband is not at home or she knows that her husband is dead."

"But what really made me think of this was when we arrived at Shibata's door and heard faint breathing."

Fujino looked at Shibata Kyoko and said, "I didn't pay much attention to the breathing sounds at the time. After all, there were a lot of people at the scene... But now that I think about it, it should be Mrs. Shibata, hiding somewhere and watching us, right?"

Conan listened to the reasoning silently and agreed with what Fujino said.

The idea is the same as his, but the starting point is a little different.

Because of the breathing sound, I started to suspect something...

Are you sure this Fujino guy is still a human being, and not a microphone or something?

"..."

Kyoko Shibata did not answer, but lowered her head and swallowed silently.

She also didn't expect that she would be exposed because of her excessive behavior when she came in.

It should be said that she didn't think much about it at the time...

"If you think about it that way, it's true. If Mrs. Shibata did that, she would have an alibi."

Yokomizo had gained a lot of insight, but he still raised a question in his mind: "But why is the photo of Ms. Ikenami tightly held in Mr. Shibata's hand?"

"It should be to frame Ms. Ikenami!"

At this time, Maori Kogoro suddenly said in an extremely serious tone: "If the deceased had a photo of someone who was there, then he would definitely suspect that person first! And then he would completely eliminate himself!"

"So that's it!"

As a fan of Maori, Yokomizo immediately believed this statement, and then turned around and started to murmur, "No wonder Mr. Maori said that Ms. Ikenami was not the murderer. Did you figure out who the murderer was?"

"You didn't say it just now because you were taking care of Fujino-kun, right?"

"As expected of Mr. Maori!"

"Ahem."

Maori Kogoro scratched the back of his head awkwardly: "Nothing."

"Ok?"

Hattori Shizuka also looked at Maori Kogoro curiously.

Although she didn't quite believe what the police said, after all, from what she had seen just now, in her eyes, Kogoro Mouri seemed like a frivolous and confused old man.

But the other party is the sleeping Kogoro Mori after all. If you think about it, is it really possible?

And the words just now vaguely revealed that he had already known the plan that he and Shibata Shiro had discussed...

Is he really taking care of the younger generation?

Hattori Shizuka also gradually became enlightened and fell into deep thought.

"..."

Shibata Kyoko was silent for a while.

There's no question of putting the blame on someone or not. She just found something to put it on there.

That Chibo woman was just a coincidence. She didn't expect that woman to come over...

"Although this is also a reason, I think the main reason is to cover up something, right?"

Fujino glanced speechlessly at the people who were imagining things and interrupted them from continuing to think about it.

"One thing?"

Everyone who was interrupted looked at Fujino with some hesitation.

"Wedding ring."

Fujino lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Shibata's left hand is all bloody, but there is a spot on his ring finger that is not bloody. The palm of his right hand holding the photo is stained. If I guess correctly, what he is holding in that hand should be his wedding ring."

"Just like what Fujino-kun said!"

Yokomizo Sango hurriedly walked forward and took a look at Shibata's body: "The circular bloodstain does look very similar to a wedding ring."

"When Mrs. Shibata returned home, she was surprised to find that her husband had crawled to the study room before he died and was about to call the police. Although he died before he touched the phone, she was still a little frightened."

Fujino raised his head and squinted his eyes at Shibata Kyoko. "Fearing that she would be exposed, Mrs. Shibata quickly checked the body again, but found that Mr. Shibata's ring was missing. It was on his left hand. Fearing that her affairs would be exposed, Mrs. Shibata quickly took out the ring and planned to put it back on."

"But at that time, Mr. Shibata's body was already very stiff, and his fingers couldn't stretch at all, so she thought of hiding the ring, and in order to prevent anyone from noticing that his hand was unnaturally open, she also held the photo in his hand... This created the illusion that Ms. Ikenami would be suspected of being a suspect."

As he spoke, Fujino cast his eyes towards Shibata Kyoko's tightly clenched hands: "From the first time I saw you, I have never seen your hands loosen. If I am not mistaken, the ring is on your hand now, right?"

Having been seen through, Kyoko Shibata was dazed for a moment and subconsciously opened her palm. A ring fell to the ground, making a hollow sound.

"The reason you killed Mr. Shibata was because of his gambling, right?"

Fujino lowered his eyes to glance at the blood-stained wedding ring.

"Yes, just as you said."

Shibata Kyoko sighed, "It was because that guy gambled that I wanted to kill him... He also said that the next thing he would sell would be my golf ball, and even the heirloom sword my father gave him..."

As she spoke, she looked at Yoshikawa fiercely: "The reason why it has become like this now is all because of this guy! I really can't bear to see him go on like this, so..."

At this point, she stopped talking and turned to look at Fujino, asking, "In fact, since you exposed that guy's gambling... or even after I walked in, you have already guessed that the murderer is me, right?"

"I just guessed that guy was gambling."

Fujino crossed his arms over his chest and did not give any direct explanation.

"So that's it."

It was not known whether she was prepared to be caught or because she was too panicked, but Kyoko Shibata did not make any excuses.

Hattori Shizuka looked at Shibata Kyoko with a hint of pity, and felt a little sorry for her.

Gambling, losing everything, and finally killing someone...

Although she didn't understand, she could still imagine the other person's situation.

But in her opinion, killing is wrong no matter what.

"In that case, Mrs. Shibata, Mr. Yoshikawa, please cooperate with me and go back to the police station."

When Yokomizo Sango saw that the reasoning was completed, he immediately walked forward, glanced at Kyoko to the left, and then looked at Yoshikawa.

The case on this trip was indeed quite outrageous. Not only did they encounter Kogoro Mori and Fujino, but they also encountered a large-scale gambling case in addition to the murder case.

Although it is not good to steal the experience of people from other departments, but the credit is...

Who can complain about having too much?

At this time, Kyoko Shibata, who was about to go with the police, suddenly remembered the gift from her father in the bedroom - a samurai sword.

After thinking for a while, Shibata Kyoko asked Yokomizo absentmindedly: "Um... can I go change my clothes?"

"no problem……"

Yokomizo naturally agreed to such a basic request.

There was no thought at all that the suspect would commit suicide.

Fujino silently glanced at Kyoko Shibata who entered the bedroom.

He couldn't quite understand the case of Kyoko Shibata.

My husband gambles, so I can just divorce him...

It's not necessary to give gold coins to that old gambler.

But considering that one party refuses to divorce, this is quite normal.

After thinking about it, Fujino turned around and opened the door.

The crime of murder is actually not that outrageous in Japan. If the perpetrator behaves well, he can be called a hero again after 18 years. What's more, a case like this will only last for more than ten years at most.

At this time, Kyoko Shibata had already picked up the samurai sword and pulled it out of the scabbard.

"do not come!"

Kyoko Shibata put the samurai sword against her neck and shouted hysterically: "I had no choice but to kill him. There is no other way to stop him!"

"Hey, Mrs. Shibata!"

Yokomizo Sango also followed and was suddenly panicked when he saw Shibata Kyoko trying to commit suicide.

If someone really died and the blame was put on me, I would be fired at any cost.

Hattori Shizuka also followed and stared at Kyoko who was holding the knife to her neck with her eyes narrowed.

"Get out of the way..."

Hattori Shizuka took out a fan from her waist and walked forward cautiously.

Shibata Kyoko was clearly not in her right mind. She pointed the samurai sword against her neck at Hattori Shizuka in front of her, slightly stunned: "You...what are you going to do?!"

A black shadow suddenly jumped out from behind Hattori Shizuka, and then pulled out a wooden sword from the suit behind him, and hit the samurai sword in Shibata Kyoko's hand with a fierce blow.

"boom!"

With a crisp metallic sound, the samurai sword was pulled away by the huge force and stuck hard into the floor.

"Ugh?"

Hattori Shizuka looked at Fujino who was holding a wooden sword in front of her and was slightly stunned.

She also didn't notice when Fujino rushed in front of her.

and……

Where did that wooden sword come from?

"I just wanted to commit suicide..."

Only then did Kyoko Shibata react. She knelt on the ground, covering her arm which was hurt by the shock, and burst into tears.