Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

The cable car was bustling with activity, and the Shishidos were very happy that they had successfully saved their lives.

Mouri Kogoro didn't show it on his face, but in fact he breathed a sigh of relief.

This serial attack case is finally coming to an end, and the heavy stone in my heart can finally be put down safely.

The death of Asahi Shengyi reminded Maori Kogoro that the culprit was not Murakami, but someone else.

If the prisoner really planned this serial attack out of resentment towards him, there are too many things that don't make sense.

Shishito Nagaaki, Mr. Nishina, Peter Ford, and Koyamauchi Nana, these four people with numbers in their names were completely unknown to him.

If he was prepared to break his psychological defense by hurting the people around him, the appearance of these people was completely unreasonable.

Once the misunderstanding that the prisoner is Murakami's father is eliminated, everything becomes clear.

There are very few people who know that Yingli likes to eat chocolate.

After Maori Kogoro straightened out his thoughts, he almost immediately locked in on the major suspect - Sawaki Fairy.

His drinking buddy whom he had known for a long time seemed to have changed a lot, almost beyond recognition.

As long as he pays attention to Sawaki Fair, Mouri Kogoro will naturally notice Ito who has always been by his side.

When Mouri Kogoro understood this, he couldn't help but sigh, the waves behind pushed the waves ahead, and the waves in front died on the beach.

Speaking of which, another one of his juniors often leads his senior away with his strength.

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On a high building, a tall man with long silver hair held a telescope and paid attention to the movements of the cable car, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think you can escape like this? You're so naive!"

"Brother, do you want to detonate it now?"

"No, wait a minute. How dare you mess with us. It's not my style not to give it back."

"It must be a great feeling to be one step away from your hope but never reach it, right?"

"I understand, brother," Vodka bared his big white teeth, "Let them enjoy the last scenery of their lives for a while."

"When this is over, let Rikar go recover the data."

"Hi."

Nakamura looked to the northwest with awareness. They were too far away from the land at the moment. They could only see tall buildings and couldn't see the details at all.

However, his head began to throb suddenly again, and his heartbeat gradually increased, causing him some tinnitus.

Intuition kept calling the police. Nakamura looked at Sawaki Koi with a sullen face. Could this man be planning to do something else?

Date noticed something was wrong with him immediately and didn't care to continue teasing Nakamura.

"What? Are you still feeling unwell?"

Nakamura shook his head. Everyone around him knew that he had a cold. The reactions of the police department and the squad leader were exactly the same.

Sawaki, who was being watched closely by several people, showed no signs of movement and was still looking at the sea in ecstasy.

If not Sawaki Fair, who would it be?

While thinking, the cable car has stopped and they need to change to another cable car here to return to the shore.

The place where the cable car stops is an observation deck. There are quite majestic high-rise buildings here. There is also a helicopter landing pad on the roof, and the transportation is quite convenient.

The Memu Police Department was about to call everyone to transfer, but Nakamura immediately stopped him, "Wait a moment, it's a rare visit to the crystal, so I'd better visit it before leaving."

The Memu Police Department reflexively refused, "What time of the day is it now? We need to return to the shore first to ensure safety."

However, Nakamura's words were met with support.

The majesty of this observation deck made Shishito unable to restrain himself from taking out his camera and clicking.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with waiting a while, right? Let me take some more pictures."

Not only was Mr. Shishido moved, but Mr. Nishina also took out his notebook.

Xu Shengyi, the owner of the water crystal, has died. No matter who inherits this spectacular marine entertainment facility, the opening will be greatly delayed.

As media people, they all have a keen sense of smell and know what news can catch people's attention.

This incident really serves as material for future creations. Whether it is photos or notes, there is hope of making money. Why not do it if it only takes a few minutes?

There were so many police officers present and the cable car was within easy reach. The previously panicked people had now regained their composure.

Mouri Kogoro also advised: "Megure Police Department, if we are delayed for half an hour, it is not a big problem. Anyway, we only need to take the cable car back to the shore.

It's rare to come to Shuijing, and you should always leave some good memories. "

"Brother Maori actually said that?"

Officer Shiratori also said: "Police department, there's nothing wrong with taking a look at the scenery occasionally, right?"

The Mumu Police Department looked around and found that everyone looked expectant, and he was the only one who was the spoiler here.

In the end, I had to press the brim of my hat and said, "Okay, okay, we will gather and leave on time in half an hour."

"Great! Long live the police department."

Nishina and others each chose a direction to leave, and the police officers from the rescue team also left in twos and threes.

Those who should have stayed where they were did not move.

Zekihei also stayed where he was, with a calm expression and no sense of guilt.

Mouri Kogoro advised: "Mr. Sawaki, if you are willing to take the initiative to explain the situation, it can be considered as surrendering."

Xiaolan looked blankly at Mouri Kogoro and then at Sawaki, "Dad? What are you talking about? Mr. Sawaki is a suspect in this series of attacks. How is it possible?"

Conan held her hand and said, "Sister Xiaolan, let's listen to uncle's reasoning first."

The Mumu Police Department also looked confused, "Brother Maori, are you serious?"

Mouri Kogoro raised a confident smile, "Police Department, I have completely understood this serial case."

"The prisoner's flaw lies in the Jikoba chocolate. Although Yingli likes to eat this kind of chocolate, in fact she has never bought it herself. It was a gift I gave her fifteen years ago. Xiaolan didn't know about it before. .

The only people who knew about this kind of chocolate were people who heard us mention it in the restaurant at the time. The person closest to us at that time was undoubtedly Mr. Sawaki Eiroji who was the sommelier that day. "

"Really?" Sawaki said calmly, "It was the weekend and the restaurant was crowded. How could Mr. Mori know it was me?"

Mouri Kogoro showed no stage fright at all and said confidently: "There were indeed many guests in the restaurant at that time, but we were in a relatively independent position near the window, and the conversation was not loud. It was difficult for others to hear clearly.

Of course it’s not just the chocolate, there are many details.

For example, the motorcycle the prisoner rides, if I remember correctly, Mr. Sawaki commutes to get off work by motorcycle on weekdays.

I heard Conan mention that the prisoner held the bow in his right hand, but in fact Murakami was left-handed. This is proof that the prisoner was not Murakami.

In addition, I heard from Ms. Enomoto from the Polo Café downstairs before that Murakami came to the office to look for me on the day he was released from prison, and I happened to not be at home.

Miss Enomoto mentioned that she saw a man talking to Mr. Murakami not far from the coffee shop.

That person must be Mr. Sawaki, right? Just show your photo to Ms. Enomoto and she will definitely recognize it.

Do you need me to list other flaws one by one? "

Sawaki argued fairly: "Even if I am the only one who knows about Jikoba chocolate and has spoken to Murakami, what does it mean? I have no intention of hurting anyone.

Mr. Mori, your reasoning is too far-fetched. "

Nakamura said calmly: "As for the motive, I think it's a taste disorder."

"Gateus disorder?" Megure Police Department immediately retorted, "No, officer. You were in a coma and didn't know it at the time, but the rest of us saw it with our own eyes. He identified the bottle of wine that Miss Nana brought.

The two tastes that Mr. Nishina couldn't identify were very similar to wine. How could Mr. Sawaki identify them if he had a taste disorder? "

"Conan-kun discovered this by accident."

Everyone's eyes turned to Conan who was standing on the edge.

Conan was a little confused. Even if he usually found clues, in the presence of many people, Nakamura and Uncle Mouri would basically not let him participate, hiding his light.

Conan was a little frustrated, but he knew in his heart that the purpose of the two people was to protect his identity and ensure safety.

Is it really appropriate to make this sudden incident today?

Conan, who had just witnessed the terror of the two men in black, was inevitably a little worried.

But when it came to the end, he didn't have any stage fright, and explained generously: "When I was getting a drink before, I found Uncle Sawaki tasting chili powder.

TV shows have said that sommeliers, like singers and teachers, all need to protect their throats.

Uncle Sawaki is a very professional wine taster, so I thought it was a bit strange that he would try chili powder. "

Then he clasped his hands and showed a cute smile, "Sorry, I did a little prank out of curiosity.

After everyone returned from the safe passage, when I distributed mineral water to everyone, I added a little salt to Uncle Sawaki's glass. "

"Salt?" Sawaki Koichi, who had been keeping his head down for a long time, finally responded, "You didn't expect me to drink it without realizing it, right?"

The Memu Police Department was in disbelief, "But it's just a taste disorder, so there's no need to commit this attack, right? Several people could have died if they weren't careful."

"No, it's precisely because Mr. Sawaki is a very good wine taster. He can identify the bottle of wine only by its color and aroma without relying on the sense of taste.

He becomes crazy only if he develops dysgeusia, because his taste for perfection makes him unable to accept that he will develop dysgeusia. "

Shiratori suddenly realized, "No wonder, my previous investigation found that Mr. Sawaki resigned from his job at the French restaurant a week ago. I was still a little surprised.

When I visited Mr. Sawaki at his home, Mr. Sawaki dispelled my doubts by saying that he was an only son and was planning to return to his hometown of Yamanashi Prefecture to inherit the family business.

Now it seems that Mr. Sawaki, who has been a sommelier for many years, chose to quit his job because of his taste disorder.

As far as I know, people who pursue art always have a little perfectionism and obsessive-compulsive disorder, and Mr. Sawaki is not immune to this. "

Mouri Kogoro thought of another thing, "Could Mr. Asahi Katsuyoshi be killed because he invited you to manage the restaurant?

You, being narrow-minded, think that he killed you because he destroyed his dignity as a sommelier. "

"So, Miss Nana was attacked because of the car accident three months ago, right?

You are the motorcycle rider who fell off. Your dysgeusia may be due to the head injury you suffered in that accident. "

"As you all can relate, I do have dysgeusia.

But you can't just say that I attacked Miss Nana and others just because I have this problem. Do you have any evidence? Saying these things without evidence is not what the police should do. "

appeared, and as soon as the prisoner started to panic, he would approach the police and ask for evidence.

There was indeed no evidence from anyone present. After all, Miss Nana was a woman. Since she was attacked, Xiaolan was the only one suitable to be by her side.

Xiaolan did not disappoint everyone. She followed everyone's thinking and found a flaw.

"Miss Nana's left middle finger's manicure fell off."

Nana Koyamauchi has become a soulless doll since she was attacked. With only some instinctive actions, Xiaolan was able to successfully hold up her left hand.

"And the cork of the wine bottle that Miss Nana has been holding in her hand is missing."

"I see," Nakamura recalled what he noticed when it was pitch dark. "If nothing else, the cork is in Mr. Sawaki's suit pocket, right?"

Sawaki unbelievingly dug into his suit pocket, and found a bottle cork from his right pocket.

The sound of snapping pictures made everyone look over.

Photographer Nagaaki Shido, who didn't know when he returned, smiled slyly, "I'm helping the police investigate and collect evidence, right? What Sawaki is holding is the bottle stopper that Ms. Nana painted with a tanuki with nail polish. It seems that the culprit is you. ”

"No need to quibble, Mr. Sawaki, let's just go ahead and capture him.

The people around me will be injured because you want to transfer the suspicion to Murakami's father, who has a grudge against me, so as to hinder the progress of the police investigation and facilitate the completion of your revenge.

Such a typical ABC murder method cannot be hidden from us. "

Seeing the situation, he could no longer argue. Under the watchful eye of the police, Zekihei did not kneel down and cry and repent three times like other prisoners. Instead, he laughed nervously.

"It's useless to notice now. It's too late. My goal will be achieved eventually."

Sawaki's gentle and elegant face was now filled with a ferocious and arrogant smile, completely destroying his temperament.

Everyone was confused for a moment, but they saw that the police department had dutifully taken out the handcuffs.

"Mr. Sawaki, do you admit that you were responsible for these serial attacks? Then come with me to the Metropolitan Police Department."

Sawaki's hand suddenly took out from his pants pocket. It was a small remote control with a single red button.

"Don't move, otherwise I will press down and let you all be buried with me."

The Megure police department and others who were leaning forward all froze in their movements.

"Hey, Mr. Sawaki, if you detonate the bomb, there is really no room for turning around.

Although you caused a series of attacks and injured many people, your crime does not lead to death.

Even if he is imprisoned, there is hope that after his atonement is completed, he will be like Murakami's father, waiting until the day he is released from prison.

On the contrary, there is no way out by detonating the bomb. "

Naturally, it was not the police who pointed out these hidden rules, but the photographer Nagaaki Shido.

What he said basically lifted the veil of fair law enforcement at the top levels of the officialdom.

In fact, if one person dies, judging from the high-level style of caring about public opinion and wanting to maintain a good mask, it is basically impossible to impose the death penalty.

Murakami's situation of causing one death and one serious injury, gathering a crowd to fight, and illegally possessing a gun is only ten years in prison.

Attack cases and bomb cases have different sentencing. If Zemuheibo really detonates, no matter whether they can escape or not, Zemuheibo will not end well.