"This is the first time I have encountered such a request..." The black-haired boy with wild eyes seemed stunned by Murakami Murakami's commanding tone.
"You actually took the initiative to ask me to reveal the identity of your murderer..."
"What a surprise." He couldn't help but sigh while touching his chin.
"As expected..." Edogawa Conan complained in a low voice.
Shuji Tsushima either did not participate in the reasoning process at all, or pointed out the murderer directly.
It's obvious that the other party doesn't want to participate this time, but...
But because of Murakami Murakami's two urgings, he chose to directly point out the identity of the other party's murderer.
how to say……
Murakami Murakami will probably regret it now.
Edogawa Conan looked at Murakami Murakami with pity and thought.
Even if Tsushima doesn't participate, he will find out the identity of Murakami Murakami's murderer, but...
What could be more speechless than having to let others take off your vest?
Moreover, the vest was quickly lifted off.
Murakami Murakami's expression became dull.
Edogawa Conan's eyes became even more pitiful.
Tsushima always likes to have a convict mentality.
"What are you talking about! How could I be the murderer!" Murakami Murakami retorted loudly as if he had heard the most outrageous joke in the world.
"That's it! How could my brother kill my father!" Kinji Ritsashiba retorted loudly.
"And it was too late. The village chief probably died around four o'clock, but Mr. Murakami was still in the hotel at four to five..." Mouri Kogoro said about the news he got.
"Five minutes is not enough time to get from the hotel to the crime scene, right?" he questioned Tsushima Shuji's conclusion.
"Isn't it enough to go by the waterway? Isn't there an Okawa River outside? If you swim down it, it will be very fast. It only takes two or three minutes to reach the hotel." Shuji Tsushima spread his hands and looked helpless.
"So Mr. Murakami Murakami changed his clothes, right?" he said.
"But...but I can't swim at all!" Murakami Murakami said loudly.
"As long as there is a swimming ring, it will be fine, right?" Tsushima Shuji said in a calm tone.
"Huh? There is no such thing as a swimming ring..." Mouri Kogoro said.
"Really... Mr. Murakami, you still have a bloody towel hidden on your body, right? Even so, do you still have to refute? You wiped the floor before just to wipe the blood on the floor," Tsushima Shuji said tiredly.
I always feel like I’m not in the same world as everyone else.
Ah, that's right, after all, he is no longer a human being.
It’s normal for others to have trouble keeping up.
It's such a simple truth...
boring.
"What?!" Mouri Kogoro and others immediately looked at Murakami Murakami.
Murakami Shiro subconsciously took two steps back, but stopped abruptly.
"The next evidence...ah, I'm so tired and bored. I don't want to talk about it anymore, so I'll leave it to you, Mr. Mori. It's just a proof question. It should be very simple for you, right?" Tsushima Shuji thought. He spoke tiredly.
If possible, he even wanted to lie down directly on the ground.
Shuji Tsushima came to Toru Amuro and put his collar into the other person's hand.
"Pick it up." Then he collapsed on the ground and started to look helpless.
Edogawa Conan looked at Tsujima Shuji, whose upper body was being carried and his lower body was being dragged on the ground, silently showing his dead eyes.
What is this guy doing...
It's starting again, right?
Are you tired of talking more?
You asked your uncle to do the proof questions? You obviously want me to do it, right? hehe.
Edogawa Conan sighed helplessly while starting to look for evidence to prove it.
Swimming ring...swimming ring...
He looked around the house and saw only clay and rubber bands in the yard, but no swimming ring.
There seems to be a lot less clay and rubber bands...
Change of clothes...
Clay and rubber bands…
The seal disappeared in the study...
And the booklet in the hand of the milk delivery lady...
A flash of inspiration flashed in Edogawa Conan's mind.
He figured it out!
The next thing to do is...
Edogawa Conan silently touched his watch, and quickly and nimbly gave Mouri an injection on the back of Kogoro's neck.
So Mouri Kogoro sat on the ground on the spot, covering his neck.
Edogawa Conan hid behind Mouri Kogoro and took out the bow-tie voice changer.
Murakami Murakami and others were still asking Tsushima Shuji to quickly come up with evidence, but Tsushima Shuji seemed to be dead and ignored them.
"I have found evidence." Edogawa Conan spoke in the voice of Mouri Kogoro at this moment, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
"What? Did you find evidence that my brother was not the murderer?" Kinji Ritshai asked immediately.
"No, I found evidence that Mr. Murakami Murakami is the murderer." Mouri Kogoro's voice said.
"Hahahaha——" Tsushima Shuji, who was hopeless, laughed without any scruples at this moment.
"Everything is as you wished, Mr. Murakami, do you want to smile?" Shuji Tsushima gloated.
If you want to find the murderer, find it immediately. If you want evidence, find the evidence.
Detectives are indeed considerate people.
Immediately afterwards, Edogawa Conan said the techniques used by Murakami Murakami in Kogoro Mouri's voice.
Cover the inside of the pants with clay, then turn them over, fill them with air, and tie the pants legs and waist with rubber bands to become a substitute for swimming rings.
Afterwards, we returned to the hotel via Okagawa and changed out of our clothes.
And Murakami Murakami took the wrong village chief's seal, so the seal on Miss Aiko's record book was also wrong.
With the evidence solid, Murakami Murakami could no longer refute.
So he immediately lowered his head and knelt on the ground.
Just when he was about to tell the reason why he killed someone, a voice rang out.
"Wow, it finally happened again. The murderer's mentality collapsed and he knelt down to confess!" Shuji Tsushima suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
Before the murderer on the beach didn't kneel down, I always felt like something was missing, but now it's finally complete.
Murakami Murakami didn't know whether he should continue talking for a moment, and he didn't want to continue kneeling, so he stood up.
"Brother, why did you kill dad?!" Kinji Ritshai asked in disbelief.
His father is gone, and his brother is his father's murderer.
The surprise came so unexpectedly that he couldn't accept it for a while.
"Because...he has always looked down on me..." Murakami Murakami's hands trembled and his voice trembled.
"When I asked him to vouch for me, he refused me without hesitation and mocked me severely..." His expression was ferocious and painful.
"So I...killed him." He said.
Everyone fell into an atmosphere of silence.
"Okay, the murderer has confessed, let's arrest him. We can't stay in the hotel anymore, and we have to move to another place to play. It's really troublesome..." Tsushima Shuji's voice broke the silence, he was careless. As he spoke, he was completely unaffected by the sad atmosphere, and his words were so indifferent that it was shocking.
Edogawa Conan, who himself was caught in the sad atmosphere of the murder case, couldn't help but twitch his lips.
You're really good at ruining the mood, Tsushima.
(End of chapter)
