fingerprint……
No.
Suspicious blood stains...
nor.
Notes or letters containing information?
Still not... Damn it! Where did Brother Geng Yi find the evidence?
Conan scratched his head, looking puzzled.
Seeing on the other side, the three little heads, with the help of Haibara Ai, were methodically removing the suspicions of Pengta Qinghua and Higaki Toshinori, and he became even more anxious.
It only takes an hour to get here from Koeikan... No, Inaba Atsushi should have set off fifty minutes ago, less than ten minutes... maybe less.
Why? Why can't I find anything?
Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of "ta-da-da" footsteps suddenly came from my ears.
Conan immediately turned his attention to the door.
I saw a man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a square face and a wide forehead, who looked to be about thirty or forty years old, running into the entrance:
"Mr. Sugimori...how could he be killed..."
"You are Atsushi Inaba, right?"
Two suspects have been screened out, and Mu Mu Shisan stared at each other with an extremely solemn expression.
"Yes, I am Inaba Atsushi." Inaba Atsushi nodded.
"Where did you go and what were you doing in the three minutes from 11:22 to 25 yesterday?" Megure Shisan asked.
"I-I'm in the editorial department..."
Inaba Atsushi said nervously:
"Didn't you listen to my phone messages?"
"You forged that, right?" Haiyuan Ai said with half-moon eyes.
"ah?"
Inaba Atsushi was startled for a moment, "Little sister, don't say this nonsense."
If Brother Geng hadn't been unwilling to take notes, and I didn't know where to go for coffee now, I would have definitely told the story about the email on my mobile phone directly, and I wouldn't have had to cooperate with Kudo's acting like I do now...
Haiyuan Ai couldn't help but glance at a certain detective.
Hey, hey... Conan came over quickly when he saw this.
Because he had not yet been able to collect evidence against the murderer, he had not just taught a few people how to break down Inaba Atsushi's alibi.
At this time, I had no choice but to whisper to Mitsuhiko for a while.
Are you pretending to have a stomachache again?
Hui Yuan Ai heard a few words from the sidelines.
Is there any other new method? And why not pretend to yourself this time?
Alas, Fushae's wallet...
When can I buy it?
"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts..."
Just as he was thinking about it, Mitsuhiko beside him suddenly covered his stomach and wailed while explaining:
"Maybe there was something wrong with the creamer that was put into the black tea this morning, and the save date label was damaged, so I only know that it is April, but I don't know the specific date of April..."
Acting skills still need to be refined...
Hui Yuan Ai commented silently, and Ban Yueyan added:
"In this case, you should check with the person you bought it from before using it. If it's only two or three days different, it's fine. But wouldn't it be bad if it was from April last year?"
"Last year's..."
On the side, Takagi Shiba's eyes lit up:
"Yeah, as long as it's April a year ago!"
Seeing that Mu Mu Shisan was still a little confused, he explained:
"It was Mr. Inaba's message. Although the voice of their editor-in-chief was recorded at that time, it did not indicate which year it was on April 24th. And didn't their editor-in-chief say it because Mr. Inaba never said it? Ken replaced his faulty phone, so it was no surprise that he was constantly asking people for the time and date."
"That makes sense!"
Mumu Shisan murmured:
"The murder was committed three minutes later and the alibi was created. No matter how you look at it, it was planned in advance."
"P-please..."
A few drops of cold sweat slipped from Inaba Atsushi's temples, and his voice trembled a little as he said:
"This is just your random guess. I was really in the company yesterday!"
"Speaking of which, we called your editor again later."
Conan raised his head and showed an innocent expression:
"He seemed to have caught a cold yesterday and kept sneezing. It is said that even his eyes were a little bloodshot... just like Mr. Xiaolin who had hay fever."
"Teacher, when hay fever attacks, you probably won't want to go out, right?" Ayumi turned her head and asked Kobayashi Chengzi.
"Well, that's right, because my nose keeps running, it will be very embarrassing even if I wear a mask." Xiaolin Chengzi said.
"Ah, that's weird!"
Conan immediately pointed to the recorder and said cutely:
"Why did the editor-in-chief go to the Toto Dome to watch a night game last night even though he had hay fever?"
"Uh, well...him, because he is an avid baseball fan."
Inaba Atsushi said hesitantly:
"So even if he has a cold, he will go to watch the game, although... I don't know if he went yesterday or not..."
"Eh~~~"
Conan continued to cry out:
"However, in the subsequent phone call, your editor-in-chief said, 'Today is not a game in the Dome, so I am quite worried.'"
"ah?"
Inaba Atsushi broke into a cold sweat:
"After all, the editor-in-chief is not young anymore, and he is always worried about this and that... Maybe it's because of this that he remembered it wrong... Haha..."
"So, do you think he is worried about the weather?" Haiyuan asked.
"Well, maybe..."
Inaba Atsushi smiled dryly and explained:
"Baseball cannot be played indoors. If it rains suddenly like today, the game may be suddenly suspended."
"So what does it mean in the phone recording that 'Don't worry, we are at the Toto Dome today too'?" Mitsuhiko asked.
"Didn't I say that it was referring to the weather..."
Inaba Atsushi paused and suddenly realized that the people who had been asking him questions were these children. He suddenly said impatiently:
"Hey! What do you mean by that? Do you think I am a murderer? I tell you, everything depends on evidence!"
"evidence?"
Haiyuan Ai imitated someone's tone and said softly:
"Then how do you explain that it was sunny all day in Tokyo yesterday?"
ah?
Inaba Atsushi was shocked, "No, that, I..."
"I see……"
Mu Mu Shisan’s serious face:
"April 24th a year ago was a rainy day, right? As long as it rains, pollen will not scatter in the air."
"In this case, contact the Meteorological Bureau to investigate the weather a year ago, and the truth will be revealed." Haihara Ai added.
Hey, why do you become the one who doesn't know how to restrain himself...
Conan looked around, looking at the three little heads with extremely serious expressions, as well as a certain scientist who had taken aptx-4869 like him, and suddenly felt that he was so stupid with his "ah-lie" and "eh" just now...
Damn it, I won’t pretend anymore!
Conan was so angry and was about to vent his anger.
By chance, Inaba Atsushi, who was almost cornered, said again:
"No matter what you say, these are all your speculations! Even if it rained on April 24 last year, was there any sound of rain recorded in the message? Or did you find evidence that I murdered someone?"
"Mr. Inaba," Conan asked suddenly, "I think your boots are quite worn out, why don't you replace them too?"
"Huh? Change together?" Atsushi Inaba felt nervous.
Just when I was about to put my hands behind my back, I heard Conan continue:
"It's your gloves. You just bought them, right? The label on the inside is exposed."
"yes!"
Takagi Wataru came over and grabbed his hand, "Because the pair of gloves he wore during the murder was stained with the blood of the deceased, I bought another pair to replace them."
"You thought the alibi of the message was foolproof, so you were careless, right?"
Mumu Shisan said with a serious face:
"Since we didn't even have time to tear off the label, it seems that we only discovered the blood dripping on it on the way here. So...can you let us check it carefully? The places you touched when you were in the company, and your residence?"
"I...I..." Inaba Atsushi was still struggling.
"We have already reached this point. Although it may be a little late to say this, if we are honest now, the police department may turn themselves in as punishment..."
Conan took a deep breath and yelled:
"Stop being so stubborn!"
"I, I plead guilty..."
Inaba Atsushi's legs weakened and he knelt on the ground.
The atmosphere in the room immediately became silent.
Conan noticed the strange gazes and turned around stiffly. He saw everyone except Atsushi Inaba who was kneeling on the ground crying, looking at him with either surprise or strange eyes.
Idiot... Haiyuan Ai wished he couldn't kick this stupid detective out.
Played for almost a whole show, but failed towards the end?
"that……"
Conan bit the bullet and explained:
"I watched several police movies a few days ago, and I was just learning to be a detective in one of them. Do you think I looked like one..."
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