Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

Maori Kogoro looked at everyone and analyzed meticulously:

"If the police found Mr. Tenma dead alone in the piano room, they would definitely investigate whether there was a murder device in the piano room, and then suspect whether Ms. Misaki was the suspect.

Of course, Misaki wanted to avoid the police discovering her trick, so she used the mobile phone in her skirt pocket to call her home landline and took a photo of herself using the timer function to pretend that the criminal was spying on her.

Even the flowers were mailed to herself anonymously.

In this way, everyone will believe that there is an outsider lurking in the villa, and the police will focus on investigating the whereabouts of the fake criminal instead of checking whether there are traces of a murder device in the piano room. "

"Yes, Detective Maori, your reasoning is completely correct, but..."

Kanamisaki held her right hand in front of her belly, held her right wrist with her left hand, looked at Maori Kogoro with relief, and said with a carefree smile:

"If you hadn't instructed the two kids to follow me in advance, I'm afraid it wouldn't be as easy to convict me as it is now."

"you are wrong."

Maori Kogoro strode to the right side of the piano, looked back at Kanamisaki who turned around with a confused look on her face, pointed at the drops of red wine scattered inside the piano, and explained calmly:

“In fact, when you bent over to open the piano lid, a few drops of red wine spilled from the rose on your chest.

You were the only one present who had a sip of Michelle’s home-made, one-of-a-kind red wine, everyone else drank it all in one gulp.

Since there are drops of red wine inside the piano, it is obvious that you have set up a trap here and left evidence of your crime.

In other words, even if Conan and Haoyue didn't discover your crime, I have enough evidence to convict you."

During this period.

Everyone turned around and looked at Kogoro Mouri with different emotions.

At this moment.

"You...you really are worthy of being the legendary detective Maori Kogoro. Your scheming is outrageous."

Kanamisaki walked behind the piano, looked down at the red wine drops in the piano, looked at Maori Kogoro in disbelief, and praised fearfully:

"Before I set up the trap, you deliberately bumped my arm, causing my red wine to spill on the rose ornament on my chest, causing me to spill the red wine on the piano as you expected, leaving behind evidence sufficient to convict me.

I have to say, your plan is quite scary."

"Forehead......"

Kogoro Mori was confused.

He dropped his hands to his sides, looked at Kanamisaki in a naive way, and complained awkwardly in his heart:

"You are making too many associations. Actually, it was just an accident that I bumped into your arm."

"Oh my god, he's really the famous detective Maori Kogoro!"

Tokudaiji Masayo, Kana Hideki and Michelle were standing half a meter in front of Dongfang Haoyue. They all clapped and cheered in amazement.

Hideki regained his senses and felt something was wrong. He looked up and down at Maori Kogoro and wondered in his heart:

“Strange, why can today’s Maori detectives conduct reasoning without falling asleep?

Oh, I understand!

The mechanism set up by Misaki was too simple, and Detective Maori saw through the method of committing the crime at a glance, without the need to rely on sleep to increase thinking ability. "

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi spread their hands, looked at each other, and muttered in disbelief:

"Is Detective Maori really that far-sighted?"

Xiaolan folded her hands in front of her, looked at Maori Kogoro in a daze, and said with admiration in her heart:

"Dad's reasoning has reached a new level!"

Princess Mira didn't care about Maori Kogoro's reasoning level. She put her hands behind her back with her wrists crossed, looked at Kanamisaki innocently, and asked curiously:

"Ms. Misaki, why did you kill Mr. Tenma and why did you put the blame on your husband?"

"That song... the red love's nocturne contains the language of flowers."

Kanamisaki looked at Jellal Tenma, who was standing one meter to the right, with a lost look on his face, and spoke calmly:

"Red roses, marigolds, lobelias and dahlias represent passion, despair, malice and betrayal respectively. The Pegasus who wrote this song obviously hated me for my betrayal."

"Misaki, you..."

Jellal Tenma slightly stretched out his right hand, looked at Kanamisaki indescribably, and was about to explain.

"One day ten years ago, I called Tianma to break up with him, and he said he could never leave me no matter what."

Kanamisaki placed her left hand on the edge of the piano, her right hand hanging to the right, and recalled with self-blame:

"Later, I asked Tianma to go to a remote cliff by the sea and pushed him into the cold sea."

Without waiting for Jellal Tenma's response, Kanamisaki turned to look at Kanano Yoshinori, who was silent one meter to the right, and said with deep regret:

“After we got married, I thought no one would know that I pushed Tianma off the cliff, but Tianma didn’t die and he has made a great career in France.

I was worried that Tianma would make my crime public, so I tried to silence him and deliberately carried out this murder plan."

"I understand you want to keep your mouth shut, but the question is why do you want to put the blame on me?"

Kanazawa clasped his hands and let them hang down at his sides, looking at Kanamisaki in disbelief, feeling extremely chilled.

"Ah."

Kanamisaki smiled disdainfully, turned to look at the elegant Tokudaiji Masayo, and sarcastically exposed:

"If I am arrested and imprisoned, Chang Dai will not only take away my husband, but also take away the Ghana Group."

Kanamisaki looked at Kanano Zenori who was feeling mixed emotions and explained seriously:

“I don’t think it’s possible that Changdai would snatch a man from prison and decide to pin the murder on you.

I will protect the Ghana Group until you are released from prison."

"you......"

Kanazawa looked at Kanamisaki in silence, and thought with a slightly broken mind:

"She is such a good wife of mine... She even framed me and put me in jail to prevent other women from taking me and the Ghana Group away from me...!"

Dongfang Haoyue, Xiaolan, and Princess Mira put their hands behind their backs, clasped their hands, and looked at Kanamisaki in a silly and cute way, thinking in confusion:

"I think what Ms. Misaki said makes sense, but I also think there's something wrong with her statement...!"

"Really..."

The corner of Kudo Shinichi's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Kanamisaki speechlessly.

Kogoro Mouri put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked up at the classical ceiling, his mature face filled with indifference until the next second.

"Misaki, you are wrong."

Jellal Tenma took out a piece of paper with lyrics written on it from his shirt pocket and hung it in front of his chest. He walked towards Kanamisaki with regret and said sincerely:

"In fact, I always whisper a French phrase before singing Nocturne of Red Beloved, which, if translated into Japanese, means... to save your broken heart.

Yes, I have changed the flowers in the lyrics, they are no longer marigolds, lobelias and dahlias, but...”

Jellal Tenma stopped in front of Kanamisaki, handed over the white paper with regret, and said with mixed feelings:

"It's aloe, laurel and olive."

"How...how could..."

Kanamisaki took the white paper and held it in front of her chest, then lowered her head and looked at the lyrics with a confused heart.

Jellal Tenma looked at Misaki sincerely and said touchingly:

"Their flower language is sorrow, tranquility and glory, symbolizing that after the sorrow, I put aside my hatred for you and calmly walked onto the singing stage."

"Pegasus..."

Kanamisaki clenched the white paper tightly, a tear flowed from the corner of her eye, and she looked at Jellal Tenma sadly.

Tenma looked at Misaki with a lot of thoughts, and called out to her in the past:

"Misaki..."

Everyone who witnessed this scene was speechless and choked with emotion.