Conan: Naruto

"Quiet."

Officer Megure glanced angrily at Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, who immediately fell silent and covered their mouths with their hands. He stared at Kanato Hanaoka, the young man and Tanaka who were far ahead and gathered outside the study door, and asked in confusion. road:

"What's going on with these photos?"

"Ah...those photos are..."

Tanaka stepped into the door, looked at Officer Megure with a slight hesitation, and replied seriously:

"Some time ago, all the staff of our Hanaoka Design Office went on a trip, and she took photos while participating in the trip."

"Yes."

The young man followed Tanaka to the right, looked at Officer Megure calmly, and explained meticulously:

"She loved to play pranks and would often draw patterns on sleeping people."

"Ah."

Officer Megu nodded slightly, looked down at the photos in the album, and confirmed rigorously:

"She likes to draw little butterfly designs?"

"Yes, drawing butterflies was her special signature."

Tanaka looked at Officer Megure rationally and stated calmly:

“In fact, the butterfly pattern comes from the word butterfly in Miss Choye’s name.

Therefore, every time she created a painting, she signed it and painted the butterfly pattern at the same time. "

"actually......"

The young man looked at Officer Memu sadly and said with regret:

“In recent times, Choye-san’s illustrations have become more and more popular.

But...I never thought something bad would happen to her..."

at the same time.

Kudo Shinichi took the lead in jumping off the office chair, taking a step forward, looking around as he pleased, and muttered in confusion:

"Every time Die Yequan creates a painting, he draws a butterfly pattern while signing his name, and Haoyue draws a crescent moon pattern every time he signs his name for comic fans..."

There are so many similarities...! "

The thought just fell.

Dongfang Haoyue jumped off the office chair and leaned on Kudo Shinichi's left side, looking around curiously until the next second.

Shinichi locked eyes with the shorter bookshelf behind the desk and decisively dragged Haoyue towards the bookshelf.

They stopped in front of the bookshelf, carefully checked the various books displayed on the bookshelf, and keenly discovered...

There is a collection of paintings placed on the bottom plywood of the bookshelf.

Kudo Shinichi knelt on the ground facing the bookshelf. He calmly took out the album and placed it on his chest. He looked down at the cover of the album and was surprised to find that there were seven words written on it: "The World of Kanato Hanaoka".

Dongfang Haoyue knelt and sat on the left side of Shinichi, put his hands on his legs, tilted his head to the right, looked at the album in astonishment, and described dumbly in his heart:

"Is this a collection of paintings by Kaneto Hanaoka?

Before Shinichi took down this album, I thought it was Miss Choye's album..."

The thought just fell.

Kudo Shinichi spread out the album and placed it on his chest, holding the middle of both sides of the album with both hands, pressing the bottom end against his thighs, and carefully read Kanato Hanaoka's paintings.

Dongfang Haoyue stretched out her right hand and flipped through the album at the right time, carefully examining the paintings one after another. She looked stunned and said with surprise and uncertainty in her heart:

“Although some of the paintings are signed by Kaneto Hanaoka, a very small black butterfly pattern is drawn below the signature.

Hiss... Almost six out of every ten paintings have a butterfly pattern underneath the signature. Could it be...

Could it be that Kaneto Hanaoka took possession of the fruits of Choino Izumi's labor? ?

Because they had a dispute over the distribution of profits from the painting, Hanaoka cruelly killed Choye? ! "

Dongfang Haoyue looked solemn as she thought about this.

Kudo Shinichi looked at the signature of the painting motionlessly, the bright lenses reflecting the harsh incandescent light.

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During this period, the sky was slightly dark and the breeze was blowing.

Spacious rooftop of an apartment building.

Mouri Kogoro stood uninhibitedly on the cold cement floor, facing the stone wall of the rooftop. With his left hand, he took out a simple cigarette box from the right pocket inside his jacket and waved it to the front of his left chest. He opened the cigarette box with the help of inertia and popped out a cigarette. cigarette.

He held the cigarette box with his left hand and put it to his mouth, picked up the cigarette, closed the lid with his index finger, and put it back in place. With his right hand, he casually took out a silver lighter from the right pocket of his jacket and pressed the switch lightly.

In an instant, a mysterious fire burned the cigarette held by Mouri Kogoro.

He put the lighter back casually, looked at the white clouds in the sky with his head slightly raised, and said in a carefree and carefree manner:

"Such a simple modus operandi, I thought...

One cigarette is enough time for you to solve the case. "

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At this moment.

Spacious bedroom near the balcony.

"There was no suicide note found in the bedroom..."

Officer Megure stood in the middle of the bedroom, on the right side of the end of the soft bed covered with lavender sheets, with his back to the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands in his trouser pockets, looking around calmly, and making a rational judgment:

"It seems that Miss Choye did not commit suicide."

"Officer Megure."

A long cylindrical glass cover lay on the floor in front of a tall police officer wearing white police gloves, stained with a small amount of nail polish.

He knelt and sat behind Officer Memu, holding a small glass bottle of nail polish without a cap in his right hand, and holding a smaller brush tool for applying nail polish in his left hand. He looked at Memu calmly and reported carefully:

"I found this bottle of nail polish spilled on the floor."

Officer Memu was slightly startled, looking at the messy nail polish on the floor in front of the tall police officer in astonishment, and was about to speak.

"Eh?"

Xiaolan, who had recaptured Dongfang Haoyue and Kudou Shinichi, stood not far to the right of Officer Megure, with her hands on the shoulders of Haoyue and Shinichi respectively, looking at the glass bottle of nail polish in surprise, and introduced calmly:

“I think...that’s the new nail polish that’s on sale today.

Because of its unusual color, it is famous in the school. "

The voice just fell.

"Humph."

Mouri Kogoro stood on the left side of Xiaolan without a trace, looked at Xiaolan unhappily, and complained angrily:

“I noticed the difference in color at a young age.”

"What does it matter!!"

Xiaolan, who accidentally lost Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi, folded her hands in front of her body and looked at Mouri Kogoro angrily.

During this period.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudou Shinichi quietly broke away from Xiaolan's clutches, walked cautiously to the end of the bed, facing the end of the bed, and fixed their sharp eyes on the small amount of pink nail polish scattered on the sheets on the left side of the bed.

At this moment.

"Officer Megure."

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudou Shinichi stood side by side in perfect harmony, pointing with their right hands at the nail polish on the sheets, turning to look at Officer Megure, and seriously reminded:

"There are also traces of nail polish here!"