Conan: Naruto

Dr. Agasa stood calmly to the right of Miyano Akemi, and methodically held up the flashlight to shine on the skeleton, deepening the brightness of the light.

The trio of elementary school students obeyed their will and huddled behind the doctor and Akemi. They stuck their heads out to the left, right and middle respectively. They suppressed their panic and looked at Kudo Shinichi who was parked on the right side of the skeleton.

After five seconds.

"Haoyue, don't be afraid, I will always be by Haoyue's side."

Kudo Shinichi patiently waited for Dongfang Haoyue, who was taking a step forward, to stand on the right. He looked calmly at Haoyue, who did not dare to face the skeleton, and said steadily:

"As detectives, we are bound to face brutal scenes."

"Well, with Shinichi by my side, I'm not afraid."

Dongfang Haoyue looked at Kudo Shinichi's calm and handsome face, gradually regained his composure, responded softly, and methodically took out the brand new police gloves that had not yet been opened from his jacket pocket.

Haoyue opened the transparent packaging bag of the gloves and put them in his jacket pocket. He put on the gloves neatly, looked at the wooden table in front of him, pulled the wooden table with both hands, and climbed up using his strength.

When Kudo Shin saw Dongfang Haoyue being so cautious, he also took out brand new police gloves from his jacket pocket.

After five seconds.

Dr. Ali took two steps forward, looked calmly at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi who were kneeling on the wooden table, and asked calmly:

"Conan, Haoyue, did the deceased leave any relics to identify him?"

"He should be the old man I mentioned before."

Kudo Shinichi, who was wearing police gloves, picked up a piece of letter paper next to the skeleton and placed it on the table in front of him. He stared at the letter paper carefully and guessed calmly:

"The person who designed the code and carved the one-yen coins here is probably this old man."

"Correct."

Dongfang Haoyue knelt down and sat on the right side of Kudou Shinichi, nodded in approval, carefully observed the letter paper, and said in surprise:

“I don’t want to give this piece of art to Noriaki Okuda.”

Dongfang Haoyue thought about this and was slightly startled, thinking curiously:

"artwork?

What artwork? "

"Someone killed this old man?"

Miyano Akemi took two steps forward and looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi cautiously.

The trio of elementary school students hurriedly chased Mingmei with bated breath, still hiding behind Dr. A Li and Mingmei very obediently.

"It's probably not homicide."

Dongfang Haoyue picked up the medicine bottle on the table in front of him, carefully observed it, and confirmed that it was a medicine for suppressing heart disease. He made a rigorous judgment:

"The old man died while writing a letter to the Doctor's aunt... The likelihood of death from a heart attack was high."

"Why does this old man know about such a hidden room?"

Dr. Ali looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi with confusion, and explained dumbly:

"The only people who should know about this are my uncle and aunt."

"Theoretically...there's another person who might know about the loft, right?"

Kudo Shinichi jumped back to the floor, carefully rummaged through the skeleton's jacket pocket, and calmly reminded:

"That person probably came in and out of the villa many times before the doctor's uncle passed away."

"The person who made the portrait of Arisuke Agasa and Tadako Agasa next to the fireplace in the living room..."

Dongfang Haoyue stood on the right side of Kudou Shinichi, bending over and watching Shinichi continue to rummage, and revealed gently:

"Yes, it's the artist who painted that painting."

"I think......"

Kudo Shinichi turned to rummage through the skeleton's pants pocket and guessed calmly:

"When the artist was painting the portrait of your uncle, your uncle told the artist about the attic and even agreed to the artist living there.

After all, your uncle's will requires that the villa be kept as it is for 50 years after his death. In this way, the fact that the painter lives here can be well concealed. "

"But why did uncle help the painter hide in the attic?"

Dr. Ali looked at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi in confusion, and asked incomprehensibly:

"And why did you send the coded letter to my aunt?"

Kudo Shinichi has not yet answered.

"Eh?"

Dongfang Haoyue watched in surprise as Kudo Shinichi took out a thick rectangular object similar to a U.S. dollar bill from the right pants pocket of the skull, and said in surprise and uncertainty:

"This is money?"

"Not money."

Kudo Shinichi turned to the right, took out a larger evidence bag from his jacket pocket and handed it to Dongfang Haoyue. He held the rectangular object in his hands and displayed it in front of everyone, and revealed calmly:

"This is the template for a twenty dollar bill."

"what?!"

Dr. Ali looked at the U.S. dollar bill template in shock, and confirmed in disbelief:

“A painter is making templates for counterfeit money in the attic!?”

"Yes, Dr. Agasa."

Kudo Shinichi put the template into Dongfang Haoyue's unsealed evidence bag, looked at Dr. Ali calmly, and calmly analyzed:

“A certain person commissioned a painter to make a template for counterfeit banknotes, but the artist felt uneasy about his conscience at a certain period and deliberately lived here to avoid that person.

The artist wrote to your aunt because he wanted to thank her for allowing him to live here.

As for the use of secret codes...it's obvious that the painter didn't want anyone else to know about it. "

"So......"

Dr. Agasa looked at Kudo Shinichi in surprise and cautiously confirmed:

"Could it be that the person who secretly looked through my aunt's mailbox is..."

"Correct."

Dongfang Haoyue drew a long note full of charm.

He put the evidence bag in the inner pocket of his jacket, stood to the left of Kudo Shinichi with deft steps, looked at Dr. Agasa calmly, and made a rigorous judgment:

"That person was probably the one who commissioned the artist to make the template, and..."

Seeing the trio of primary school students present, Dongfang Haoyue immediately shut up and added with lingering anger in her heart:

"And that's probably the same person who destroys toys."

Thoughts just fell.

"Pretty brilliant reasoning."

It was the rough voice of a middle-aged man.

Dr. Agasa and Miyano Akemi heard the noise, turned around and looked at the stairs where the sound came from, and whispered subconsciously:

"Ok?"

"Who?!"

The trio of primary school students were startled and turned around 180 degrees in unison.

They looked at the tall, middle-aged man in his 60s who was wearing an open brown coat with a black lining, leaning on the steps, with his upper body sticking out of the floor level.

The man put his left hand in his trouser pocket and pointed the gun in his right hand at the trio who had a wall of wind in front of them, trying to intimidate everyone.

Dongfang Haoyue stared at the middle-aged man intently, and used the speed of light to activate the heart-turning technique. His mental body instantly moved to the man's mental world and at the same time caused the man's mental body to fall into a deep sleep.

In order to prevent the pistol from going off and exposing the existence of the wind wall, Haoyue quickly and lightly controlled the man to place the pistol flat on the floor in front of him, and quickly released the mental turning technique.

In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Haoyue's spiritual body returned to the sleeping body supported by Kudou Shinichi. He suddenly opened his eyes, silver light danced between his fingers, and an embroidery needle came out.

After [-] seconds.

The embroidery needle passed through the confused crowd watching the middle-aged man put down his pistol, and accurately hit the man who was still sleeping, perfectly creating the illusion that the man fell asleep after being hit by the embroidery needle.

The man fell down the stairs, and there was an inhumane bang-bang-dong-dong sound.