Conan: Naruto

"I understand."

Mouri Kogoro nodded slightly and asked calmly:

"Where were Mr. Yuanyasu's three apprentices at the time of the incident?"

"They attended dinner parties at the Pop-Flower Hotel with me and performed magic tricks for the guests."

Ninety-nine-seven Hui looked sad and said painfully:

"Originally, my husband also planned to attend the dinner, but he suddenly changed his mind and said... he would not do cheap work."

During this period.

Xiaolan glanced at Kudou Shinichi vaguely, moved lightly, and casually placed the top of the photo album on top of the book on the left edge of the desk, and the bottom against the edge of the table.

next second.

Xiaolan quietly approached Dongfang Haoyue, who was standing still, not daring to move. She put her red lips to Haoyue's ear, and said with a very quiet smile, hiding a knife:

"Haoyue is a well-behaved and sensible college student, right~?"

"Yes...yes...!"

Dongfang Haoyue looked forward timidly and nodded helplessly.

"In that case."

The corners of Xiaolan's mouth curved into a dangerous arc, and she said with a solemn threat:

"Please keep silent and enjoy Conan's performance with me, okay~?"

"Okay...ok...!"

Dongfang Haoyue was attacked by the chill that spread all over Xiaolan's body, and tried her best to suppress her trembling desire.

At this moment.

"So to say."

Kudo Shinichi calmly looked at Nine Nine Nanae and made a calm judgment:

"Mr. Yuanyasu's three apprentices were at home before the performance, so they had sufficient time to commit the crime."

"Hey, kid!"

A drop of cold sweat flowed from Mouri Kogoro's cheeks, and he looked at Kudo Shinichi hastily.

Dongfang Haoyue shivered.

She stood behind Kudo Shinichi, looking fearfully at the uncertain Xiaolan on the right, holding her head in her hands, feeling hopeless and helpless and in pain:

"Detective Mori can't stop Shinichi from explaining his point of view. This time it's completely hopeless!!!"

"An autopsy revealed..."

Nine Nine Nanie looked at Kudo Shinichi and tried her best to state calmly:

"We were performing magic tricks when my husband died."

"The issue is."

Kudo Shinichi rationally guessed:

"If you put poison into a capsule and let Mr. Motoyasu eat it..."

"If this is the case, the husband should have discovered this in time and sought help."

Nine Nine Seven Hui described seriously:

"There is a landline phone installed in the basement, and my husband can even open the door easily from inside."

"I see."

Mouri Kogoro calmly looked at Kuju Nanie, carefully eliminated the options and said:

"Did the autopsy report mention that Mr. Motoyasu took sleeping pills or inhaled anesthetic gas?"

"The autopsy did not find the drugs you mentioned, nor any traces of restraints."

Nine-nine-seven Megumi looked at Mouri Kogoro uncomfortably, and confessed:

"The doors and windows of my villa are all locked, and there are no signs of illegal intrusion at all."

"Isn't that suicide...?"

Mouri Kogoro sighed softly, helpless.

"Well, although it does seem to be suicide, but..."

Nine-nine-seven Hui tilted her head to the lower right corner, stared at the cold floor in pain, and said sadly and firmly:

"In any case, I don't think the husband would commit suicide."

"how do I say this?"

Mouri Kogoro was slightly startled, his expression solemn.

Nine-nine-seven Hui was silent for a moment, looking down at the hot coffee with the water vapor becoming thinner, and said sadly:

"Tomorrow is my daughter, Fumino's birthday.

That man... prepared the gift as early as the beginning of last month, and had been looking forward to it... looking forward to the gift being delivered to Fumino. "

Ninety-seven Megumi suddenly raised her head and looked at Mouri Kogoro, and said urgently and sadly:

"Do you think such a person would choose suicide?!"

"But...Ms. Nanae."

Mouri Kogoro hesitated a little and told him seriously:

"No one knows when he will have thoughts of death."