Kid, what the hell are you doing? Maori Kogoro lifted Conan up with one hand and then instantly snatched the paper as evidence from Conan's hand.
Officer, we found armor in Kubota's closet. At the same time, two criminal police officers entered the room. The two of them were carrying a set of armor wrapped in cloth.
How was this possible? Mu Mu and Mao Li said in shock.
How is that possible? I didn't know anything about it. Kubota was also shocked.
It seemed that the murderer was indeed him. Conan thought as he looked at Kubota.
Are you sure you found it in Kubota's closet? Mao Li didn't seem to believe the reality and walked up to the two police officers.
Hey, I'm sure it was found in Kubota's closet. One of the police officers looked at Mao Li and replied.
So, Mr. Kubota. Where were you when the murder happened around 4:30? Megure walked up to Kubota and asked.
I was alone in the office, doing what the curator told me to do. Kubota replied.
Director Ochiai, is that so? Megure looked at Ochiai, who was about to be taken away.
Yes, I did ask him to do something. Ochiai looked at Megure and replied.
So, no one saw you at all. Megure walked forward and said to Kubota.
please. Please wait. wait a minute. I had no motive to kill my boss. I was framed. Kubota waved his hand as he retreated.
There's no point in hiding it, Mr. Kubota. From the side, he walked out.
You secretly sold the artwork here, and the boss is demanding a huge amount of damages from you. Isn't it? And I think, if this armor wasn't a replica, you might sell it too. said Lijima as he looked at Kubota.
Oh, is he telling the truth? Megure looked at Kubota after listening to the testimony.
However, this matter had nothing to do with the murder. I didn't kill him, and that armor. I wouldn't sell that armor at all. Kubota said as he retreated.
I can't take it anymore. At this time, Conan ran to Lan and took the navigation map of the art gallery.
What? Megure and the others were attracted by Conan's voice and looked at it.
The toilet…The toilet…Conan said as he jumped. Then, he ran to Kubota.
Uncle, where is the toilet? Conan asked Kubota, who looked a little scared.
The bathroom. Go out of this room and turn right. There's a staircase. Just go down the stairs to the end. Kubota replied.
You just say it with your mouth, I don't know. Uncle, can you help me draw on this? Conan handed over the navigation map in his hand.
hmm. Kubota took the navigation map and drew on it with a pen.
The toilet…and that pen. Could it be that the child…Ochiai, who was standing at the side, seemed to have thought of something and looked in Morihiro's direction.
He saw Mao Libai smiling at him, extending his right index finger. He put it to his lips and made a booing gesture.
Because everyone was looking at Kubota, no one noticed Ochiai and Morihiro's little actions.
After leaving this room, then... Huh? Why can't I write it? Kubota muttered to himself.
I'm sorry. Little brother, my pen can't write anymore. Kubota returned the map to Conan.
Yes, Uncle. What would you do if you had to write or draw something with this useless ballpoint pen? Conan took the map and asked.
Hehe, in that case, I will change the refill. Kubota smiled and replied.
Painting, a ballpoint pen that can't be written. wait a minute. If the ballpoint pen used by Shinjaka couldn't write, then it would be impossible. Then this note with traces. When Mao Li heard Conan's words, he seemed to have thought of something and muttered to himself as he looked at the note in his hand.
hmm. hmm. Conan stood beside Mao Li and nodded.
It should be white paper. Mao Li answered. Meanwhile, Conan had beady eyes. His mouth was wide open. His glasses almost fell off, and beside his forehead. There seemed to be a drop of sweat.
Do you see any strange marks on it? Conan shook his head and pointed at the paper in Mao Li's hand.
hmm. Mao Li focused his attention on the paper.
There were no traces of ink scribbling on the words. Conan said to Mao Li, who was looking at the paper.
oh. Mao Li was surprised.
That was the mark of someone trying to cross out the words that were originally written on it with a ballpoint pen that couldn't be written. Conan said with a smile as he looked at Kubota.
This kid…Ochiai looked at Conan as if he understood what Conan was saying. And at this time, he didn't shout to go to the toilet. I knew he was pretending.
By the way, this wasn't written by the boss, but by the murderer. Maori Kogoro said as he held the paper that had been written from the beginning.
But Brother Mao Li, why did the boss take that note? Megure asked Maori in shock.
Hehehe…It was very simple. The murderer told everyone that. He said, look at the note at the back. Mao Li smiled.
However, the note that Shinjuku took was not the name of the murderer. It was written on it, Rakai. Shocked, the boss wanted to use the ballpoint pen on the table. Cross out that name. He also wrote down the real name of the murderer, but he couldn't. Why? It was a ballpoint pen that the murderer had placed there in advance. Mao Li continued his deduction.
That was why Shinjaka wanted to throw the pen away and then rub the paper away with his hands. Megure said from the side.
In other words, using a soundless video and a pen that can't write, they're luring us into reasoning that's different from the truth. This was the killer's trap. Wahahaha, when Mao Li finished his deduction, he laughed out loud.
Meanwhile, Xiaolan and Conan pretended not to know him.
Uncle, your reasoning ability seems to be really bad. This was basically what Conan said. As for Mao Libai, he could only laugh dryly as he looked at Uncle Mao Li, who was laughing loudly.
But the pen I found could write. Megure took out the pen she used as evidence and drew on the booklet.
Mao Li, who was standing at the side, stopped smiling when he heard Megure's words. He stared at the manual in Megure's hand.
When the ballpoint pen was found, the tip was hidden inside. Do you still remember Officer Megure? You wrung it out before you wrote it on the paper. Conan said.
Oh, now that you mention it. That was indeed the case. Megure answered after thinking about it carefully.
In that case…it was strange. How could someone who was about to be killed deliberately let the tip of the pen return to its original state? Mao Li held his chin and said.
So this ballpoint pen was replaced by the murderer later? At that time, I was careless and did not get the pen out before putting it down. Megure said as she twisted the tip of her pen.
So now, people who have pens that can't be written. It should be the murderer. It's you, Kubota. Mao Li looked at Kubota.
It wasn't me, it really wasn't me. Kubota said as he retreated.
Still trying to quibble, Mr. Kubota? All the evidence points to you now, whether it's an alibi. Or you secretly sold artwork, and the ballpoint pen that can't be used to write, these can be used as evidence that you killed Nakashin's boss. Mao Li said as he walked towards the sunken field.
No, no, no. It wasn't me... It really wasn't me... Kubota knelt on the ground. She hugged her head as she spoke.
You must believe me, you must believe me. Kubota looked up at Mao Li.
Officer, take him away. Megure, who was standing at the side, naturally understood that Kubota's reaction was due to his breakdown.
Hi. At this moment, two criminal police officers walked over. One of them took out a pair of handcuffs and put them on Kubota, then one on the left and one on the right. He pushed the sunken field out.
It really wasn't me, it really wasn't me. Kubota, who was being carried out, was still shouting.
Brother Mao Li, it's all thanks to you this time. Megure patted Mao Li's shoulder and smiled.
Hahahaha…and Uncle Mao Li…laughed loudly…
This uncle was getting carried away again. Conan could only look at Mao Li speechlessly.
Well, now that the matter is settled. Then it's time for us to pack up. Brother Mao Li, we'll be leaving first. Megure said to Maori and walked out.
Take care, Detective Megure. Mao Li waved at Mu Mu.
So, Mr. Maori. My employees can leave now. Ochiai also walked over.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Director Ochiai, we actually suspected you. Mao Li rubbed his head and said to Luo Luohe.
It's okay. It's good that things have been resolved. Hehehe. Ochiai smiled and replied.
Then, we must take our leave. Maori shook hands with Ochiai and said to him.
Mm. Goodbye, Mr. Maori. Ochiai smiled and shook hands with Maori.
Xiaolan, little brat. And Xiaobai. We're leaving. Mao Li walked out after saying that.
Goodbye grandpa, I'm very happy to be able to come here and see so many beautiful works of art. This is my gift to you. I hope I can see more and better works of art in the future. Morihiro took out the plastic glove with the bloody paper and handed it to Ochiai when they shook hands.
hmm. Ochiai seemed to have sensed something when they shook hands. She took the plastic glove and put it into her pocket.
When he looked at Mao Libai again, he saw that he was running around the corner.
He said goodbye to his employees. Ochiai went to the toilet and took out plastic gloves.
This... This was... Ochiai's eyes widened as she looked at the plastic gloves in front of her. No, it should be the paper inside.
That child. Ochiai took out the paper inside, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the toilet bowl, flushing it down with the plastic gloves.
Thank you. child. Although I don't know who you are. But I will definitely take good care of this art gallery. Although I am already a sinner. Ochiai thought. He walked out.
Meanwhile, Conan and the others were on their way back.
Really, I was originally thinking of looking at a work of art. But now we have a murder case. What a downer. Xiao Lan muttered as she looked out of the window in the taxi.
Sister Xiaolan, go to the supermarket to buy some groceries later. I'll go back and cook later. Mao Libai said as he sat beside Xiao Lan.
Is that so? Xiaobai. Xiao Lan looked at Mao Libai and said.
hmm. Mao Libai nodded.
great. Xiao Lan cheered and hugged Mao Libai.
Mmm, mmm. chest. Mao Libai was stunned.
Damn it, that's not right. There's something fishy about this murder case. All the paintings in that room have been removed. That armor was also a replica. Wait, I remember. That Kubota wouldn't value a work of art that much. Conan seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
While Conan was thinking about this. It was when Xiao Lan was cheering and hugging Mao Libai.
Sister Xiaolan, what's making you so happy? Conan looked at the excited Xiaolan and asked.
Xiaobai said that he would cook for her personally when she got back. Xiao Lan let go of Mao Libai and replied to Conan.
What was that? Xiaobai wanted to cook personally. Wahahaha. Looks like I'm in luck. Driver, drive faster. Mao Li, who was sitting in front, heard what Xiao Lan said behind him. He laughed and said to the driver beside him.
Hi. The chauffeur responded and sped up a little.
Dad, do you mean that my cooking is not delicious? Xiao Lan, who was sitting in the back seat, said to Mao Li in a low voice.
Haha, haha, no, nothing. Your cooking is also very delicious. Ha ha ha. Mao Li laughed dryly.
hmm. Xiao Lan closed her eyes and hugged her arms.
Conan, who was beside Mao Libai, also smiled and fell into deep thought.
Damn it, I was actually misled by him. How did he not alarm Kubota to exchange for his pen? Conan sighed helplessly. He actually placed himself in the center. Then, he directed everyone's gaze at him. When he discovered the uniqueness of the pen, he turned all his attention to Kubota. What a terrifying fellow. Conan crossed his arms and shook his head.
What's wrong? Conan Mao Libai looked at Conan and shook his head.
Ah, nothing. She just thought that there would be delicious food when she went back later. He was so excited. Haha... Haha... Conan laughed dryly.
Is that so? Mao Libai said in his heart and smiled at Conan.
Conan, the so-called law is just a right of a group of people in power to enslave the people below. It is wrong for an old man to kill people. However, those people should be killed. If you knew about the scheming and infighting in China in your previous life, you would be able to hurt others and laugh at them openly. To be able to kill people and judge everything as suicide. If you saw that, you wouldn't be like this. and... The old man protected the art gallery that should have been demolished, and those artworks could be preserved in the art gallery forever. if the. In his previous life, there was a group of people in China. China would be a different place. Mao Libai looked ahead and thought to himself.
next day.
Time: Noon.
[Location: In the woods near Rice Blossom Street.]
Character: Conan and the others gathered together.
Conan, I heard that there was a murder at the art gallery you went to yesterday. Mitsuhiko asked Conan.
hmm. Conan seemed to have thought of something and answered in a low mood.
What's wrong? Conan? Genta looked at the dejected Conan.
It's okay, haha. Conan laughed.
Coo…At this moment. A loud sound rang out.
Oh, right. Let me treat everyone to eel rice today. Genta rubbed his stomach and thought of something. He patted his chest and said.
oh. Is that so? Genta. Mitsuhiko looked at Genta suspiciously.
Don't look at me like that. Let's go. Let's go eat eel rice. Genta pulled Mitsuhiko towards the restaurant.
Hehe, let's go too. Conan Ayumi Maori Shiro looked at Genta and Kazuhiko and smiled.
Hi. Conan and Ayumi answered and caught up with Genta and Kazuhiko.
As for the reason why Genta treated everyone to a meal, hehe. Guess? I think everyone should be able to guess.
[Hint: Rumors.]
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