Mouri Kogoro squatted next to Noshi, checked Noshi's vital signs, pulled off Noshi's raincoat, and said seriously, "No, there is no need to call an ambulance. Mr. Noshi has been stabbed by something. He died in the midsection.”
"How could this happen..." Mao Lilan's face turned pale.
"Xiaolan, you brought a digital camera, right?" Mouri Kogoro turned around and said, "Before the police arrive, I want to take photos of the scene first!"
"Digital camera, digital camera..." Mao Lilan quickly took out the things in the bag, dug out the camera, and when she got off the car, she took the timetable and the tennis ball tube to the ground, stunned with frustration on her face.
"Hurry up, Xiaolan!" Maori Kogoro turned around to urge, but found tears in the corners of Maolilan's eyes, and was stunned, "What's wrong with you?"
"My mother asked me to take two photos of powerful athletes and bring them back to her, so I brought a digital camera over." Mao Lilan raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I didn't expect to use it to take such photos."
"Okay, okay, you go back to the car," Mouri Kogoro said helplessly, "Feichi, is it okay if you come to help?"
"No problem." Chi Feichi took the camera from Mao Lilan and walked to the body.
He still didn't feel anything.
"Okay, let's take two or three pictures from above first," Mouri Kogoro directed Chi Feichi to take pictures, "Be careful not to step in the grass, Conan kid, please step back..."
By the time the police arrived, the rain had stopped.
Nengshi's death time is predicted to be around 9 a.m., and the cause of death is excessive blood loss caused by a knife in the abdomen.
The policeman leading the team recognized Mouri Kogoro and immediately confidently stated that the case was solved successfully.
"But, I know someone more reliable than Uncle Maori!" Conan's childish voice was cute, and he looked at Masaharu Motoyama, "That's Mr. Motoyama, the sports critic!"
"You, what are you talking about? Little brother." Motoyama Masaharu sweated.
"Because when we found Mr. Nengshi, the blood stains were washed away by the rain. If we didn't look closely, we wouldn't have known that Mr. Nengshi had been stabbed in the abdomen," Conan said innocently, "And we knew that Mr. Nengshi would come out. People who run usually think that they fell down because they felt unwell while running, right? But you asked us to call the police when you sat down in the car before you got out of the car. You are really a famous detective that even Sherlock Holmes was amazed by! How do you know, this is a murder..."
Motoyama Masaharu's face froze, looking very ugly.
"That's right, Mr. Motoyama," Mouri Kogoro looked back and stared, "Did you conclude that this was a murder case before you even got out of the car and saw Mr. Nose's abdomen?"
"Ah, that's because when I called Nose in the hotel in Miyazaki, he complained to me that strange men who were against the Jaguars had called him recently," Masaharu Motoyama said with a gentle expression. "The other party seemed to say that he was going to kill him, which made him very angry, so as soon as I saw him falling to the ground, I immediately thought..."
The police officer leading the team wondered, "Is this true?"
"It's in vain that you suspected me," Masaharu Motoyama showed a helpless expression, "Because I didn't have the time to commit the crime. Wasn't Noshi's death time around nine o'clock? At that time, I should have been on the plane from Miyazaki to Okinawa. That flight It’s 8:15 to 9:50 a.m.”
The police officer leading the team nodded, "Then just check the passenger list..."
"My name is not on that list. I am considered a celebrity after all, so I used a fake name to book the flight," Masaharu Motoyama scratched his head. "And I also wore a hat and made a simple disguise. No one should notice me."
"What's that fake name?" the police officer leading the team asked.
"Let me think about it, it seems to be Yamada..." Motoyama Masaharu touched his chin, "Ah, no, it should be Tanaka..."
The police leading the team were suspicious and kept a close eye on him.
"If Mr. Motoyama was in Miyazaki last night, the alibi would be established," Mouri Kogoro said, "because the only plane that flew from Miyazaki in the past two days was the flight this morning."
"In this case, you can check the call records of the Miyazaki Hotel where I stayed last night. I called Noshi last night. There should be call records on his mobile phone," Motoyama Masaharu said, taking out a phone call from his wallet. A room card, "This is the Miyazaki Princess Hotel, the room number is..."
The police took the key card and found a timetable and a tennis cone on the floor.
Mao Lilan quickly explained that it was her thing and she accidentally dropped it when she got out of the car.
Masaharu Motoyama secretly looked at the tennis tube and felt anxious when he thought that he might have left fingerprints when he took the tennis ball.
All the clues at the scene were washed away by the rain. After the police investigation, they found nothing and had to take a group of people to the Naha Police Station first.
The call mentioned by Masaharu Motoyama was confirmed, and it was indeed made from Miyazaki's hotel landline to Nose's mobile phone.
"Anyway, please hurry up and catch the criminal," Motoyama Masaharu said coyly, "catch the murderous devil who ruined my friend's record in Japan..."
Conan, who was sitting aside, stared at Motoyama Masaharu with a serious face.
No, this person is the murderer, but what about the alibi...
"Excuse me, can I make a call? I'll be there in a moment..." Masaharu Motoyama asked the policeman next to him.
The policeman nodded, "No problem."
Masaharu Motoyama took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.
Conan suddenly widened his eyes when he heard the sound of Motoyama Masaharu pressing the button, and his face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost. He stared directly at Motoyama Masaharu, and the image of Belmod lowering his head and sending an email appeared in his mind.
Whenever he sees someone using their mobile phone to press a number or send a message recently, he will think of the way Belmode sent the email that night, but this time is different!
This time there is an extremely familiar feeling that I have never experienced before. What is this...
"What's wrong with you, Conan?" Mao Lilan noticed Conan's face and asked doubtfully, "Your face looks terrible. Are you feeling unwell?"
Conan came back to his senses and found that both Mao Lilan and Chi Feichi were looking at him. He quickly softened his expression and said in a cute childish voice, "It's nothing..."
Motoyama Masaharu called a friend and told him about Nosei's murder. He got up and asked Teranishi for the car keys. He lied that he had forgotten something in the car and hurried out, hoping to destroy the tennis tube that Mao Lilan had brought in the car. .
Unfortunately, he didn't notice that Conan immediately jumped off the chair and followed him. It was impossible to destroy the tennis tube...
Mouri Kogoro looked down at the photos of the scene on the table, "Looking at it this way, there are no clues at all..."
"Even if you are in Miyazaki, as long as you make a phone call in Miyazaki last night and take a flight to Tokyo," Chi Feichi saw that the police were confirming the situation with Teranishi and did not pay attention here, and said in a soft voice with a calm face, "then again Take this morning’s flight from Tokyo to Okinawa, and you can kill Mr. Nose around nine o’clock.”
There is only one flight from Miyazaki to Okinawa? Then why not just transfer flights and fly somewhere else first and then fly to Okinawa?
The tactics used in this case can be seen by ordinary people, right?
Mouri Kogoro was stunned and looked at Chi Feichi in surprise, "Yes, if you say that..."
"Mr. Motoyama didn't listen to our introduction. He knew that Conan, who was talking to the airport staff on the side, came with us," Chi Feichi continued, "He should have taken the same flight as us."
"Wait, wait," Mao Lilan quietly looked at the policeman over there, leaned forward, and said in a low voice, "Brother Fei Chi, you mean, Mr. Motoyama flew to Tokyo last night, and then this morning He arrived in Okinawa by taking a flight that arrived at Okinawa at 9:20 like us. He left the airport and killed Mr. Nose on the way to run. Then he returned to the airport to meet us and pretended that he had taken a flight from Miyazaki. Right? But, he went from the exit to the lobby. If he had left the airport, how could he have come out from the exit?"
"The boarding floor and exit floor of Naha Airport are connected," Chi Feichi said. "As long as you have a ticket, you can enter the airport without checking the ticket, and then go around to the exit floor."
"Is that so?" Mao Lilan looked serious and looked at the police over there, "Then..."
"No," Mouri Kogoro said with his half-moon eyes, "Although Mr. Motoyama can commit the crime in this way, just relying on him recognizing Conan cannot be used as evidence that he committed the crime."
Chi Feichi continued to remind, "When he was at the scene before, he had been looking at the tennis tube that Xiaolan dropped on the ground..."
He is not good at being as persuasive as Conan, with his cute "Ah, oh, oh, so weird" expressions, so he can only be more direct.
"I know," Mao Lilan's eyes lit up. Seeing the police and others looking over, she quickly lowered her voice, "Could he be the passenger sitting next to Fei Chi? That's why he knew that Conan was with Otherwise, if there were so many passengers on the plane, if we couldn’t see us talking to Conan, even if we noticed that Conan was sitting with us, we might think that Conan was a child brought by other passengers. And at that time, I The tennis ball was dropped. In addition to Brother Fei Chi who helped catch a tennis ball, the passenger next to Brother Fei Chi also helped catch a tennis ball. The fingerprints should also be left on it, right? Mr. Motoyama pays so much attention to the tennis tube because it is Evidence that he took the flight that departed from Tokyo and arrived in Okinawa at 9:20, so he has no alibi!”
"Please," Mouri Kogoro was speechless, "there are fluffy thorns on the surface of the hard tennis ball. There is no way to leave fingerprints. Even if you let the police, there will be no results, Mr. Motoyama..."
"Before he became a sports commentator, he played baseball. It's strange not to know this," Chi Feichi looked at Mao Lilan and said calmly, "Baseball and tennis are different."
Mao Lilan could only laugh dryly, "Yes...I know..."
She suddenly realized that it was really inappropriate for her to use tennis balls to ask baseball players for autographs.
For those of them who are not keen on tennis or baseball, the size and appearance of the two balls are similar. However, for those who are keen on and good at one of them, the two balls are completely different and disgusting. Get confused.
On the plane, Brother Fei Chi knew that she wanted to get a tennis ball to get an autograph from a baseball player, so he stared at her for a long time, and now he reminded her...
Okay, she knew she was wrong.
If she really took a tennis ball to ask for an autograph from a baseball player, even if she wasn't rejected coldly, she would probably feel uncomfortable or awkward. It's no wonder her father didn't want to ask for an autograph for her with a tennis ball...
Mouri Kogoro was energetic for a moment, then sluggish, "But there really won't be his fingerprints on the tennis balls, and we can't prove him."
