I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

Seeing that Inspector Megure has agreed with Kogoro Mori's reasoning and is preparing to ask Takagi to apply for an arrest warrant to arrest Professor Demura, Conan becomes a little anxious.

He reached out and poked Chu Ming: "Brother Chu Ming, do you feel something is wrong?"

Chu Ming did not lower his voice like Conan, but raised it a lot: "Of course there is a problem, don't you find that Uncle Maori's reasoning throughout the whole process was guided by someone?"

Conan suddenly realized, and he said that he felt that his lines were always stolen by others. It turned out that what Nakamoto Hiroshi did today was what he did before. He said why some of the lines sounded so familiar...

Maori Kogoro waved his hands: "Impossible, what guidance? I feel that today's reasoning is no different from the previous ones."

Chu Ming glanced at Conan secretly. Of course there is no difference. There was someone guiding you before. Today it’s just a different person. Is Maori Kogoro implying something?

Conan suddenly remembered something and ran downstairs.

Chu Ming ignored him and continued, "At the beginning, when Mr. Nakamoto came over, he kept saying that he was innocent and that the tape could prove his innocence. But in my opinion, how stupid must the murderer be to just throw away such crucial evidence as the tape into the trash without taking any destructive measures?"

"Afterwards, after easily finding evidence that could prove the truth of his words, Mr. Nakamoto probably felt that his credibility with the uncle had improved, so he began to lead the uncle to doubt his professor, and then emphasized to the uncle that it might be because the professor had eavesdropped on your conversation."

Chu Ming took a sip of water and continued to complain: "But your previous testimony, apart from this tape, has no definite evidence. You said that you lurked in the professor's house all night, but the professor was not at home; the professor himself said that he stayed in the study all day, but there is no evidence to prove these two statements. The so-called bug may have been installed by the professor, or you may have installed it yourself, so why do you suddenly want to apply for an arrest warrant for the professor? Is it so ridiculous?"

Chu Ming really couldn't understand the Japanese police's train of thought.

A group of people looked at each other in bewilderment. In the end, Officer Megure sat back on the sofa in dejection and humbly asked for advice: "Then, brother Chu Ming, who do you think the murderer is?"

Hiroshi Nakamoto was secretly delighted when he saw that things were developing as he expected, but suddenly Chu Ming showed up and disrupted his plans. He was secretly resentful, but he didn't show it on his face and continued to sit on the sofa with a worried look on his face.

Chu Ming pointed at the flyer that Conan had dropped when he ran out just now: "This flyer was distributed by a self-service wine shop near Beihua Station. The uncle said he saw it in the mailbox yesterday. I checked and found that the store usually doesn't distribute flyers here, so someone must have put this flyer in the uncle's mailbox."

"Did the murderer let it in?" Inspector Megure looked excited.

Chu Ming looked at Nakamoto Hiroshi: "Conan should go downstairs to ask the waitress at the restaurant downstairs, but even if no one saw it, there must be fingerprints left on the flyer. We will know if we check it."

Seeing that the truth was about to be exposed, Nakamoto gritted his teeth and said, "I was the one who put the flyers..."

Inspector Megure stood up immediately: "You are the murderer? You——"

Unfortunately, Hiroshi Nakamoto admitted his crime not to plead guilty, but to escape punishment.

"What murderer? I did put the flyer there, so what? I just admire Mr. Maori. I also heard that he likes to drink, so I put the flyer in his mailbox with the mentality of giving it a try. I hope I can run into Mr. Maori when I go there to drink. What can a flyer prove?"

Chu Ming was shocked by Hiroshi Nakamoto's stubbornness. These murderers in the science world must be bullying newcomers!

In the original plot, when Conan was reasoning, he forced Maori Kogoro's account. It was clearly because of this leaflet with fingerprints that Nakamoto Hiroshi confessed his guilt! Now it's his turn to reason, but he actually denied it!!!

I am so angry! This damn world will, this damn protagonist halo!

At this time, Conan came upstairs with the waitress from the coffee shop downstairs, panting, and shouted to Chu Ming as soon as he entered the door: "Brother Chu Ming, Sister Xiaozi said that she saw Mr. Nakamoto put flyers in the mailbox..."

The eyes of several people were instantly focused on them, and Nakamoto Hiroshi's face was full of sarcasm: "What witnesses are you looking for? Didn't I admit that I was the one who released the person? So what? Do you have any other evidence?"

Conan stood at the door in a daze. He had only been downstairs for ten minutes to investigate. How did things get to this point?

Chu Ming looked at the mocking expression on Nakamoto Hiroshi's face and raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Nakamoto, don't say some things too early. You just think we have no evidence now, right? You know, the garbage can we just searched would usually be collected by cleaners at six in the morning. Why would the criminal who escaped from the murder case last night return to the scene to throw a key piece of evidence after the garbage was taken away?"

Nakamoto Hiroshi's face changed, but he still refused to give in: "How should I know? I'm not the murderer!"

Chu Ming sneered: "Mr. Nakamoto may not have noticed that three days ago, the property management installed a camera to deal with the problem of littering near the trash can. The police will go to the community to retrieve the surveillance footage and find out which idiot was so bold as to throw evidence near a trash can under surveillance. It's really a crime~"

Nakamoto Hiroshi stood up in a flash: "You're talking nonsense, I clearly didn't see it when I threw it——"

"Oh?" Chu Ming smiled, "What did you see when Mr. Nakamoto threw something?"

Nakamoto Hiroshi's eyes were complicated, and he sat back on the sofa dejectedly: "You cheated me..."

"It's not like I'm trying to trick you. There is indeed a camera there, right under the lamppost across the street."

Chu Ming is very sensitive to things like cameras and can spot them at a glance.

There was no way to defend himself, and Nakamoto, who had been asked for a hammer, could only bow his head and admit his crime.

Chu Ming was not interested in Nakamoto's mental journey at all and urged the police to take him away quickly.

After a pause, Conan handed a letter to Maori Kogoro: "Uncle, I just found a letter in the mailbox downstairs. It's addressed to you."

Maori Kogoro was led to make a wrong inference, and was feeling uncomfortable. Hearing this, he threw the letter on the table and said, "Oh, it must be another letter from a fan. I won't read it."

Xiaolan walked over and looked helplessly at Maori Kogoro, who was lazily lying on the table as if he had no bones. She opened the letter and read it: "Dad, it's an invitation letter. It says that the famous detective Maori Kogoro is invited to attend the opening ceremony of the Tianbushan Tourism Exhibition. I wonder if you are willing to come."

When he heard someone praising him, Maori Kogoro sat up straight and said, "Reward! When?!"