Conan: Naruto

"Of course I have evidence."

Dongfang Haoyue put his hands in his pockets, looked at Kazuo Ohara with contentment, and revealed in a leisurely manner:

"You accidentally cut the index finger of your left hand while tying the fishing line. Am I right?

"A bunch of nonsense."

Ohara Kazuo waved his hand, stared at Dongfang Haoyue without timidity, and argued sharply:

"I just accidentally pinched my index finger by the bathroom stall door, that's all!"

"Humph."

Dongfang Haoyue put her hands behind her back and folded her forearms. She hummed softly and reasoned energetically:

“After tying the fishing line, you only need one right hand to go to the truck to adjust the handbrake and gear, and naturally there will be no blood stains.

But when you tried to go back to the bathroom, stood outside the window, grabbed the window edge with both hands, and tried to climb, you accidentally left blood stains.

After that, you returned to the seat opposite Toru Aida, no longer holding the pen with your left hand but with your right hand.

In addition, Conan noticed that you put your left index finger into your mouth from time to time in order to stop bleeding. "

The voice just fell.

"Yep!"

Kudo Shinichi raised his hands high, looked at Dongfang Haoyue happily, and confirmed happily:

"I did see Mr. Ohara put his left index finger in his mouth~"

"so what?"

Kazuo Ohara withdrew his nervous gaze from Kudo Shinichi, tried his best to regain his composure, looked at Dongfang Haoyue calmly, and admitted calmly:

"Yes, I climbed through the bathroom window and even got injured accidentally. The problem is...

Why am I guilty of going out to get some fresh air? "

"what?"

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at Kazuo Ohara who was becoming more and more confident as he spoke, and secretly complained in their hearts:

"The criminal in this murder case really didn't shed tears until he saw the coffin...!"

"all in all."

Kazuo Ohara stared at Dongfang Haoyue intently, and threatened in a solemn voice:

"If you are able, provide evidence to prove that the culprit is me and not someone else."

"Okay, okay, I will grant your wish."

Dongfang Haoyue shook her head speechlessly and analyzed angrily:

"Because you had to arrive near the truck after the bus arrived, and you had to return to the cafe before the bus left the station, so you had a very short time to lay out your modus operandi, and even before entering the bathroom for the first time, you stared at Watched the watch for a long time.

In this way, if you plan to adjust the truck's handbrake and gear, you don't want to leave fingerprints and save time wiping them off, so you can only wear gloves on the way to the truck.

In other words, when your finger is cut by the fishing line, the glove is stained with your blood. "

Dongfang Haoyue put his hands in his pockets and reasoned conclusively:

"First of all, the crime was so brief that you're unlikely to have discarded the gloves nearby.

Secondly, you were in a hurry to leave just now, probably because you wanted to deal with the evidence as soon as possible, for fear that the police would notice.

In summary.

Your blood-stained gloves were probably placed in the dark blue car parked on the side of the road. Am I right, Ohara Kazuo? "

"Besides~"

Kudo Shinichi put his hands in his pockets, looked at Kazuo Ohara who was horrified and trembling slightly with a smile, and added innocently:

“When Mr. Ohara cut his finger on the fishing line, there must have been blood left on the fishing line that is still tied to the rear of the bus.

If the police test the fishing line and the bathroom window sill and confirm that they are contaminated with Ohara's blood, then a complete chain of evidence will be formed! "

"it's me......"

Kazuo Ohara gave up the struggle.

He knelt on the ground, bent over, supported the ground with his hands, looked at the cold bluestone bricks with great sadness, and confessed sadly:

"I killed Aida..."

at the same time.

Seeing that Ohara Kazuo finally confessed his crime, Kobayashi Jiro breathed a sigh of relief without any secret, and secretly rejoiced in his heart:

"Fortunately, Detective Maori came to help, otherwise the court would probably have convicted me of manslaughter or something like that!"

"Why are you like this?"

Officer Saito looked at Kazuo Ohara solemnly and asked questions according to police practice.

"Ugh......"

Kazuo Ohara sighed deeply and explained sadly:

"I tried my best to increase Aida's salary, but he insisted on leaving the company and looking for another job..."

"Just because of this?"

Miki looked at Kazuo Ohara in disbelief and complained in disbelief:

"Because he planned to find another way out legally and compliantly, so you killed him???"

"Yes."

Kazuo Ohara lowered his head, two lines of turbid tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and said in a desolate and painful manner:

"Without him, my company is doomed to die..."

During this period.

Dongfang Haoyue quietly turned around 180 degrees and quickly walked to another sidewalk on the right side of the sloped sidewalk.

With a thought, a wide mist of water rose up on the sidewalk to cover his figure, and he released the transformation spell without hesitation.

After half a minute.

Dongfang Haoyue, who stayed where he was, smiled slightly, dissipated the mist at will, and walked with light steps towards the snack shop not far to the right.

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It's a new day, the moon is bright, the wind is clear, and the temperature is slightly higher.

A seven-seater brown off-road vehicle driving leisurely on a winding mountain road with the air conditioner running.

The dazzling headlights of the off-road vehicle illuminated the dim asphalt road ahead, and a large rectangular piece of white paper with "Welcome Sherlock Holmes Fans" written on the upper left corner of the windshield.

"what?"

Wearing a gray suit, white lining, and dark orange tie, Fujisawa Toshiaki, a burly middle-aged man in his 40s, sat in the single seat on the right side of the SUV.

He put his hands on his legs, turned slightly to the left, looked back at the beautiful woman, Nanako Shimizu, who was sitting on the single seat behind, wearing a light blue shirt with black hair reaching her shoulders, and confirmed in surprise:

"Your favorite of all time is [Scarlet Research]?"

"Correct."

Nanako Shimizu looked at Toshiaki Fujisawa elegantly and smiled peacefully.

"I understand what you're thinking."

Fujisawa Toshiaki looked at Nanako Shimizu gently, smiled heartily and commented:

"As the first work in which Sherlock Holmes makes his debut, it is indeed very unforgettable and memorable."

The voice just fell.

"Speaking of favorite works..."

A young man with a strong build wearing a white round-neck shirt, Ikuo Kawazu sat to the left of Nanako Shimizu. He looked at Toshiaki Fujisawa excitedly and said happily:

"I like [Red Hair Alliance] the most!"

"Oh!"

Fujisawa Toshiaki looked at Kawazu Ikuo in a friendly manner, and cheered cooperatively:

"So you also like the red-haired alliance!"

at the same time.

"What a headache..."

Kogoro Mouri, who was sitting to the left of Toshiaki Fujisawa, stood up, bent over, put his left hand on the back of the seat in front of him, covered his lips with his right hand, and looked at Xiaolan who was sitting in the front passenger seat with a melancholy look on his face.

Kogoro whispered incomprehensibly:

"Why do we have to go on this noisy tour?"