A murder occurred inside the venue.
Four members of the Imperial Wrestling Alliance are suspected.
With the coordination of Mr. Kiba, several people got into the police car in a relatively cooperative manner.
There is no evidence that can directly point to the real culprit, and even Conan can't stop the police from taking people away.
He has an anesthesia needle, but he can't shoot Mu Mu Thirteen...
The wolf-faced man was taken away, and the TV station's exclusive interview program could only be postponed.
After the reporters dispersed, Ye Gengyi and others left the Dongdu Kokugikan.
On the way back, Conan's mood was particularly complicated.
This kind of blow from the spiritual level is far more torturous than the physical scars.
Anyway, he now feels more pain in his head than in his abdomen.
"Dad, do you think Mr. Jingqing, the great god, is really the murderer?" Mao Lilan couldn't accept it.
"He does have sufficient motive to kill," Mouri Kogoro analyzed: "Although wrestling is somewhat different from judo, the right knee injury...in any case, the impact on the fighter is quite large, assuming that Nagase Leopard Tai defeated him in the ring, and between two players who are equally matched in appearance and strength, the popularity of the great god Jing Qing will most likely plummet."
"However, the perpetrator is obviously a person who rarely wears a mask," Conan couldn't help but said: "No matter what, the murderer cannot be Mr. Jingqing, the great god."
"That's why the police need to question them." Ye Geng said: "Because we have no evidence, right?"
this...
Conan's eyes rolled.
That's right, just need to find the evidence.
"Oh, I suddenly remembered that Yuantai and the others seemed to have called me before..."
"no!"
Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Mao Lilan, "You have just been discharged from the hospital not long ago, so don't think about running out to play!"
"But..."
"You brat, what will you do if the wound opens?" Mouri Kogoro clenched his fists, wanting to give him a beating.
"Mr. Maoli, after hearing what you said, Conan's face seems really pale," Ye Gengyi suggested: "Is it possible that a murder occurred in the venue and the child was frightened? Or should we take him to the hospital? It’s better to check it out.”
"Yes, Dad, Conan's face seems really bad." Mao Lilan also noticed.
"Tch, what a troublesome little devil." Although Mouri Kogoro complained, he still walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.
"Wait...wait, I'm really fine!"
Conan wanted to struggle again.
It was true that he looked pale, but that was because he felt powerless as a detective when he saw the suspect being taken away by the police and couldn't find any evidence at all.
A heart ailment requires careful medicine. Now that he is put back into the Toto Kokugikan, he will be able to thrive immediately!
"Mr. Mori, be careful on the road."
There is no point in struggling.
After sending the stubborn little detective into the car, Ye Geng waved goodbye to several people.
As he strolled back, he began to review today's little prank:
First of all, the backpack located in the storage compartment contains the murder weapon, gloves, mask and coat. These seem to be physical evidence to frame the great god Jing Qing. In fact, if you really investigate carefully, you may still find the remaining hair of the real murderer. Or skin tissue.
Even if the real murderer was very careful and left no relevant traces.
But in the video, the deceased Nagase Houta scratched the murderer's mask under his right eye.
Ye Gengyi found the broken mask in the bag, but no blood stains were found in the corresponding location.
In other words, the murderer also took other measures under this mask.
Of course, this so-called measure cannot appear in the backpack.
But since it's not in the backpack, it's very likely that it was left at the scene, or on the body of the real murderer.
And he hid these things casually, which not only destroyed the frame-up plan, but also directly interrupted Conan's possibility of solving the case.
Otherwise, if that kid escaped, it would be impossible for the great god Jingqing to be taken away by the police no matter what.
As for the wolf-faced man going to jail?
It's possible, but not likely.
More, it should be to experience a complex psychological process like Conan before finding out the real murderer.
...
No. 22, 2-chome, Yoneka-cho.
The basement of Dr. Ali's house.
Ye Gengyi looked at this furnace used to smelt metal with some emotion.
Compared with the storage compartment that holds items, the thing in front of you is also a sharp tool that should not be underestimated for destroying evidence.
Not to mention a backpack full of physical evidence, even if you put the great god Jing Qing in it, it will only turn into a handful of fly ash when you come out.
After cleaning up the fly ash, the chores are finally over.
A few minutes later,
Ye Gengyi returned to the living room, holding a cup of instant coffee, sitting on the sofa and sorting video files on the computer.
Haiyuan Ai passed by with Xue Li in his arms, stopped in front of him and looked over, "Wrestling... and recorded a video? So you like to watch this kind of show."
"Well," Ye Gengyi responded, and then under the surprised gaze of a certain Loli, he reached out and pushed her head back, "It's too early for the little girl to see this."
"I..." Hui Yuan Ai was depressed.
The atmosphere was slightly silent for a moment.
"If I remember correctly, someone promised to help write the software," she said.
Ye Geng put the cup on the coffee table, "It's empty."
Hui Yuan Ai was silent for another moment.
She picked up the cup and walked into the kitchen. After a while, she delivered a cup of steaming instant coffee to Ye Gengyi.
"When will it start?" Haiyuan asked sadly.
"After dinner." Ye Gengyi said, "I also need some time to come up with the framework."
"good."
Hui Yuan Ai nodded and was about to leave, but suddenly turned his head and asked, "Do you want the doctor to come with you?"
After all, it was software used to protect the APTX-4869 antidote. She hoped that Dr. A Li could supervise Ye Gengyi when he was writing the software.
If he refuses...
"Okay, it's more efficient that way." Ye Geng said.
"oh..."
"What do you want for dinner?"
"casual..."
"Where's the doctor?"
"Toilet."
"Have loose bowels?"
"shave..."
"Shave it all?"
"It should just be repaired."
"That's it..."
"Um."
"It feels weird that the doctor doesn't have a beard."
"Uh..." Haiyuan Ai thought for a while, "You are right."
"How much cat food is left in Xue Li?" Ye Gengyi continued to ask.
"Two packs?" She was also a little unsure.
"Next time you go to the store, do you need to buy some canned food for it?"
"Xueli probably doesn't like wet food, so it's better to freeze-dry it."
"Tsk tsk..."
"What's wrong?"
"nothing."
"oh..."
"..."
There was another moment of silence.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Hui Yuan Ai continued to ask, tilting his head.
"There's no topic, I just want to know how long it will take for your neck to get sore if you keep talking like this." Ye Gengyi said.
"Boring." Hui Yuarai turned around and left.
"It's quite boring." Ye Gengyi shrugged and continued to organize the video files.
