Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"I'm telling you little brats, if you don't take me away," Mr. Beichuan threatened, "I'll sue you for defamation."

"But we have already been to the nearby department store and obtained relevant evidence!" Xingchen couldn't help but say.

"Yes, you bought a gray quilt cover, bed sheets, and curtains there." Gao Mushi suddenly became tough, pulled his hand away and said, "The clerk has confirmed it."

"Well, so what. The sheets in my room were too old, so I bought new ones, but I didn't like them after I changed them, so I threw them away." Mr. Kitagawa was a little flustered. He turned his head away and didn't look Takagi Wataru in the eye.

Xingchen thought speechlessly, look who here believes the lie you told.

"It was you who changed the curtains and bed sheets in Ms. Muranishi's room and put the cactus on the balcony, right?"

"It's no wonder that Mr. Higashida, who has always been against the Soul Team, had a Soul Team calendar and a cactus that he didn't even go back to buy in his room. Even if Mr. Higashida was drunk, he might still find out." Takagi Wataru continued.

Xingchen secretly gave a thumbs up to Gao Mushi and thought to himself, his words were indeed useful. He had to be so strong to make the murderer confess.

"That's right. First you removed those decorations in Miss Muranishi's room that would easily attract attention."

"And change the grey sheets and curtains. Even adjust the furniture to look exactly like what's in Mr. Higashida's house."

"After killing Miss Nishimura, take Mr. Higashida, who was drunk and unconscious in the tavern, directly to Miss Muranishi's room."

"Give him an illusion that he has returned to his room." It was Takagi Shigeru's highlight moment as he told the truth one by one.

Mr. Kitagawa's face suddenly changed, and he thought to himself, how come this policeman seemed to have witnessed his crime scene with his own eyes.

He had clearly closed the door when he took action.

"Then you found a reason and asked Mr. Dongtian to lock the chain himself. After you confirmed it, you left."

"Mr. Higashida will also fall asleep on the bed due to being too drunk. The next day, he and Ms. Muranishi's body will be discovered by you and the administrator."

"This is your method." Takagi Shigeru said nervously with sweat running down his cheeks and clenched his fists.

"What about the video connection cable? The cable that was wrapped around Miss Muranishi's neck. There were clearly Higashida's fingerprints on it."

"That line belongs to your family, right?" Xingchen saw someone's eyes light up, and shouted behind Mr. Beichuan's door: "Conan, how is the investigation going?"

Mr. Kitagawa slowly turned his head and saw Conan with his hands in his pockets and a serious look on his face.

When did this little brat run in?

Why didn't he feel anything?

"Well, the VCR in his room is indeed missing a cable," Conan said calmly, a faint smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

In Mr. Kitagawa's eyes, it seemed like a mockery of him.

"You must have asked Mr. Higashida, who is familiar with VCRs, to help you connect the VCR, and then used the wire as a weapon."

"In fact, on the day of the incident, you asked for leave from the company and entered Miss Muranishi's room through the emergency ladder during the day."

"Then use the spare key that Miss Muranishi gave you to enter her room, make arrangements, and then lie in ambush to kill Miss Muranishi when she returns." Takagi Wataru was getting into the groove and continued.

"What best proof? That's nonsense." Mr. Kitagawa shouted grimly.

Xingchen could only explain this behavior in one way: he was anxious. Hey, he was anxious.

"Then let me see where the evidence is that I killed her."

"Look at you, you can't even take it out." Mr. Beichuan said viciously.

He thought he had done it perfectly and the policeman was just guessing.

He was betting that Takagi Shigeru had no evidence that he had committed the crime.

Looking at his arrogant appearance, Takagi Shigeru couldn't help but look at him with gritted teeth.

Because they really had no evidence to prove that he was the murderer.

"Ah, uncle." Conan suddenly spoke up, as if he had caught evidence, and said in a deep voice: "How did you hurt your thumb?"

Mr. Kitagawa looked at the Band-Aid on his thumb and his face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Uncle, your thumb is wrapped with a bandage. I think you must be injured."

"So what if I hurt my thumb."

"You'd better take these little brats and leave quickly." Mr. Beichuan said hurriedly. If he didn't get rid of them, his secret would be exposed.

"Let me take a look first." Takagi Shigeru pulled his hand and forcibly tore off the bandage.

Mr. Kitagawa exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

"Indeed, you are right. Please explain how you got the stab wound."

"This is." Mr. Kitagawa suddenly didn't know what excuse to make.

"As long as you ask the police to investigate this wound and the broken cactus spines, they will immediately know that you were injured because you took the cactus that Miss Muranishi brought back to the balcony after committing the crime."

"Okay, now please answer me."

"On the evening of the day of the incident, why was there your blood, who had never met her, on the cactus that Miss Muranishi brought back from the tavern owner?" Takagi Shigeru said seriously.

"..." Mr. Beichuan fell silent. He gritted his teeth and tried to argue.

He found that he had no excuse at all.

At the same time, the art gallery on the other side.

Just as the procession entered.

Ceremonial music sounded from the podium.

Inside the museum's restroom.

"What kind of music is this?" Miwako Sato asked in confusion as she sat on the toilet with her legs clamped together.

"Then we can just listen to music while waiting, that's also a good idea." Sato Miwako didn't know the seriousness of the situation yet, and said while shaking her finger.

"Dear audience, we are about to say goodbye to the Haido Museum of Art, which has a 40-year history."

"There are only about 10 minutes and 06 seconds left." The host said, looking at the electronic board.

"Goodbye~"

"awesome."

"We'll meet again in the future." The audience below shouted, bidding farewell to the man who had dedicated his entire life to the art museum.

Perhaps this art gallery carries their beautiful memories from childhood to adulthood.

"Goodbye to the art museum?" Sato Miwako asked in confusion when she heard the voice outside.

"Now, we would like to invite Dr. Agasa, the talented inventor who has provided great assistance this time, to say a few words to everyone," said the host.

The host extended his hand and said, "Dr. Agasa, please come on stage."

Dr. Agasa, dressed in formal attire, walked forward and waved his hand. The host made way for the microphone.

"Ahem, thank you host for the introduction just now." Dr. Agasa said after coughing lightly a few times.

"I am Dr. Agasa. The tropical rainbow I developed this time is a beautiful ending for this historic art museum."

“Let this bomb, which symbolizes beauty, have the most beautiful ending.”

When Miwako Sato heard this, she looked at Uncle Higashida and said, "He, what did he just say?"

"He said he wanted to use a bomb." Uncle Dongtian said with some disbelief.

"This, this can't be true." Sato Miwako didn't expect that they would actually happen to witness the closing ceremony of the art museum.