Conan: Naruto

"you still need to ask?"

Hayase Kimie asked angrily:

"Otherwise why did I stop you from smoking just now?"

"Mr. Duff regained his memory and couldn't wait to leave the hospital and go home."

Kudo Shinichi reasoned indifferently:

"After that, he stood in front of the painting smoking a cigarette, so you, who didn't like the smell of smoke, ran to open the window angrily just like before.

It was at that time that the ginkgo leaf floated into the living room and was accidentally stepped on by him. "

"I understand."

Police officer Mu Mu suddenly realized and said:

"Detective Maori, it's no wonder that there are scorched marks on the wooden cabinet you specially ordered just now. It turned out to be a foreshadowing for this moment."

"Yes."

Kudo Shinichi analyzed calmly:

"Because Mr. Duff has been away from home for a year, there is no ashtray in the house, so he pressed the cigarette on the wooden cabinet and extinguished the fireworks."

"Oh?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Hayase Kimie's cheeks, as if unintentionally sarcastic:

"Are you trying to say the burnt marks are evidence?

If it was heard by outsiders, it would be ridiculous. "

"Ms. Junjiang."

Kudo Shinichi confirmed lightly:

"Mr. Duff is very short-sighted."

Hayase Junjiang was slightly taken aback, and frankly admitted:

"So what?"

"Officer Mumu."

Kudo Shinichi asked casually:

"Please imitate a highly myopic person to observe the painting."

"High myopia..."

Police Officer Mumu murmured as he thought about how a highly myopic person would look at the painting:

"First lean your body forward and look at the painting at a close distance. In order to maintain your balance, stretch out your hands..."

Police officer Megure was about to stretch out his hands to hold down the frame and the painting.

Kudo Shinichi gave the order:

"stop!"

June Hayase stared blankly, looking in disbelief at Officer Megure's hands about to touch the painting.

"Ah, I see!"

Officer Megure turned around suddenly, stared at Hayase Kimie, and asserted solemnly:

"There must be Mr. Duff's fingerprints on the painting!"

"Yes."

Kudo Shinichi explained indifferently:

"Although she specially hired cleaning staff to clean the house, professional cleaning staff would never wipe the paintings on the walls."

"Detective Maori, I still don't understand something."

Officer Megure looked at Mori Kogoro, and asked in bewilderment:

"If it is Mr. Duff's habit to press and observe the paintings, Ms. Jun Jiang should be very clear."

"Officer Mumu, you are very wrong."

Kudo Shinichi chuckled and revealed calmly:

"Please think back carefully to the photo in the corridor, have you noticed that Mr. Duff is wearing a pair of glasses?

It was he who suffered an avalanche, accidentally lost his glasses and lost his memory, and gradually formed the bad habit of putting his hands on the paintings and observing them at close range. "

Kudo Shinichi paused for two seconds, reasoning calmly:

"When Duff came home and stood in front of the painting with a cigarette in his mouth...

Ms. Jun Jiang didn't want to smell the smoke, so she went to open the window, her back was facing Duff, and she didn't pay attention to Duff's close observation of the painting, so she didn't wipe the fingerprints left on the painting. "

Dongfang Haoyue suddenly realized in the spiritual world:

"No wonder the Maori detective smoked on purpose just now, it turned out to be fishing law enforcement!

No, no, put it another way!

In order to test whether June Hayase hates the smell of cigarettes and to collect confessions, Detective Mori just made a behavior of smoking like no one else! "

"I see."

Officer Megure nodded suddenly, stared intently at Hayase Kimie, and asked seriously:

"Ms. Jun Jiang, what is your excuse now?"

Hayase Kimie looked at Police Officer Megure, about to refute.

"Ms. Jun Jiang, you just said that the painting on the wall was sent to the living room by the gallery two days ago, may I ask..."

Kudo Shinichi asked solemnly:

"Why are there fingerprints of the deceased on the painting?!"

Hearing this, Hayase Junjiang slightly lowered his head to look at the dining table, struggled tremblingly for three seconds, and said in relief:

"I ended up falling flat."

Hayase Kimie looked at Mori Kogoro, and admitted with a sense of loss:

"The Maori detective's reasoning was spot on.

Duff went home and I...killed Duff. "

Hayase Kimie raised his head slightly, and said plainly:

"I made him drink coffee mixed with sleeping pills, strangled him with a rope, and threw his body under the bridge."

Hayase Kimie sighed softly, and said sadly:

"I'm tired of endless waiting.

The police finally admitted that he was killed and died, and the huge amount of public funds he embezzled fell into my hands. If the police knew that he was still alive...

Regardless of whether he has lost his memory or not, the police will definitely pursue and investigate the whereabouts of public funds, I...I..."

Hayase Kimie paused for three seconds, and defended hysterically:

"I have endured a whole year of scorn from my neighbors, tortured, and finally lost my public money, how can I accept that!?

How could I bear the passing of a year in vain? ! "

"Mr. Duff's life is not as good as your year?!"

Officer Megure stood up, walked towards Hayase Kimie with quick and powerful steps, stared at Kimie, and told him with a solemn expression:

"If you have anything to say, please go to the Metropolitan Police Department."

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It's a new day and the moon is shining brightly.

Hospital ward.

"Ha~"

Mori Kogoro, with his right foot wrapped in a large amount of bandages, lay on the hospital bed, stretched comfortably, and let out a sigh of relief.

With his hands behind his head, he said dully:

"so boring......"

"father!"

With her back to the hospital bed, Xiaolan was sitting on a chair one meter away from the hospital bed, with both wrists slanted to support a square wooden table about one meter away, holding the bottom of the apple with her left hand, and peeling the apple with a knife in her right hand.

She looked back at Kogoro Mori, and complained angrily:

"It's not because you are not careful that you end up in the hospital!"

Dongfang Haoyue, who was sitting on the small bench behind Xiaolan and facing the hospital bed, looked at Kogoro Mouri, and complained heartily:

"Uncle could accidentally slip and break a bone when he walked out of the restaurant. He really deserves to be the well-known sleeping Kogoro!"

"That's to say..."

Kudo Shinichi sat on the small bench to the left of Dongfang Haoyue, looking at Mori Kogoro with a speechless expression.

"Hahaha......"

Mori Kogoro smiled awkwardly but politely.

Xiaolan sat on Kogoro's left with a plate of sliced ​​apples, looked at Kogoro, poked the apple slices with a fork, and comforted him with a smile:

"Actually, you've been very busy recently, it's good to have a good rest now~"

Before the words were finished, Xiaolan handed out a fork and fed the apple slices to the smiling Mouri Kogoro.

On the other side, a beautiful nurse in a white uniform turned the doorknob and opened the door, looked at Kogoro, and said with a smile:

"You can eat~!"