Conan kissed me again and again, and Huiyuan was stunned

Sawaki Kouhei kept his eyes closed, firmly demonstrating his unyielding will to refuse to speak.

Maori Kogoro looked at Sawaki calmly and analyzed calmly:

"Yesterday, despite his injuries not yet fully healed, Inspector Megure visited Dr. Agasa's home and gave us a photo of Murakami Takeru from ten years ago, which was at the doctor's home at the time.

In the photo, Murakami is dealing cards with his left hand, indicating that he is left-handed, but the doctor's confession shows that the criminal who attacked his house was right-handed.

In other words, unless Murakami changed his dominant hand after entering prison, or deliberately used his right hand to shoot a crossbow at the victim when committing a crime, or deliberately used his left hand when dealing cards, the prisoner is most likely someone else.

However...the playing cards discarded by the criminal at the crime scene lead us to believe that the criminal is Murakami.

Obviously, Murakami did not need to force himself to commit crimes with his right hand in order to conceal his identity.

As for Murakami deliberately using his left hand to deal cards or changing his dominant hand after entering prison...the probability of such a thing happening is negligible.

In summary, after I learned that the criminal who attacked the doctor was right-handed, I thought that the criminal was most likely not Murakami, but someone else. "

"It turns out...I have already revealed my flaws."

Sawaki Kouhei was uneasy and slowly opened his eyes.

Maori Kogoro stared at Sawaki intently and speculated calmly:

"When I saw the playing cards in the evidence bag and knew they belonged to you, I roughly knew how you had framed the crime on Murakami.

First, you happened to meet Murakami, who was released on parole, somewhere. While chatting with him, you learned that I had shot him in the shoulder before and that he was a card dealer.

Secondly, you find that your name and the name of the person you want to kill have words that symbolize numbers, so you combine the numbers with playing cards to lead the police to suspect Murakami is the criminal.

at last......"

Mouri Kogoro hasn't finished speaking yet.

"Wait, Maori brother."

Inspector Megure walked to the left of Sawaki Kouhei, turned to look at Maori Kogoro, and confirmed in silence:

"According to you, the criminal attacked me, Ms. Eri, and Dr. Agasa in order to mislead the police and make them think that it was Murakami who was seeking revenge against you..."

"Yes."

Maori Kogoro nodded calmly, looked at Sawaki Kouhei calmly, and guessed casually:

"Mr. Sawaki, the motorcyclist that Ms. Nana met eight days ago was you, right?"

at the same time.

Inspector Megure looked at Sawaki Gonghe openly and honestly, and said to him in a dignified and thought-provoking way:

"You are on the wrong path, Sawaki Kouhei, as you are willing to involve innocent people in your quest for revenge!"

"Ah."

Sawaki Kohei looked straight ahead at the warm-colored ceiling without saying much.

Maori Kogoro carefully confirmed:

"Were you injured at the time?"

"Correct."

Sawaki Kouhei didn't turn his gaze away and still didn't say anything.

Nana Koyama stood behind the left side of Inspector Megure, crossed her arms in front of her chest for self-protection, looked down at Sawaki, and said regretfully in disbelief:

“A-you’re hurt?

How could it be…”

Sawaki Kouhei closed his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to Nana Oyama.

Maori Kogoro stared at Sawaki intently and asked in a serious tone:

"Let's not talk about whether your idea of ​​revenge is right or wrong. The question is why did you murder Hiroki Tsuji and Katsuyoshi Asahi?"

During this period.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi had a heart-to-heart chat and listened carefully to Maori Kogoro's reasoning.

When Xiaolan saw that Haoyue and Shinichi stopped whispering to each other, her mood gradually improved.

At this moment.

Xiaolan folded her hands in front of her, looked down at Sawaki Kouhei, and asked in confusion:

"Mr. Sawaki, you said before that Mr. Katsuyoshi wanted you to run the restaurant. This is obviously a good thing. Why did you kill him?"

"I certainly wouldn't kill someone for no reason, and I might as well tell you..."

Sawaki Kouhei kept his eyes closed and stated calmly:

"I attacked Detective Mori's acquaintances one after another, led the police to suspect that the criminal was Murakami Takeshi, killed Asahi Katsuyoshi in advance, disguised myself as his secretary to call everyone, and sent glow-in-the-dark nail polish to Miss Nana.

Then I threw the letter on the floor and tried to pretend that I picked it up accidentally, but Mr. Ford picked it up and handed it to me. I read out the contents of the letter and aroused everyone's interest in going into the wine cellar with me.

Next, I played the role of a criminal who set up a trap to attack me in the hope of clearing my suspicion.

Finally, I turned off the power and attacked Miss Nana with a knife, but who would have thought that little Haoyue was so powerful that he subdued me in just a moment.

It's a pity that my subsequent plans were ruined. I wanted to blow up this place and kill the water-phobic Nishina Minoru. "

As Sawaki Gongping spoke, he smiled disapprovingly.

Dongfang Haoyue listened to Zemu's praise, looked at him expressionlessly, and said resolutely in his heart:

"Even though he praises me, he is a prisoner and I will never be happy because of a prisoner's praise!"

"what?"

Nishina Minoru stood to the left of Nana Oyamauchi, clenched his fists and raised them to his waist, looking at Sawaki Kouhei in disbelief, and complained incomprehensibly:

"You want to kill me too, why?"

"How dare you ask me this? Think carefully about the books you wrote. The statements in them have misled so many people and conveyed wrong knowledge!"

Sawaki Kouhei's face suddenly changed. He turned his head sharply and stared at Nishina Minoru closely. Then he looked at Koyamauchi Nana and angrily scolded:

"And you, if you hadn't been on the phone while driving, how could I have avoided your sports car and injured my brain, suffered from taste disorders and pain insensitivity, and ended up like this!?"

"I......"

Nana Koyama was speechless and filled with regret.

Peter Ford stood to the left of Nishina Minoru, looking at Sawaki Kouhei in surprise, and repeated in astonishment:

“Dysgeusia and insensitivity to pain?”

"Yes, I had a car accident that day. When I got home, I was surprised to find that my sense of taste had disappeared. I went to the hospital overnight."

Sawaki Gongping looked at Peter Ford and said in a low voice:

"The doctor told me... it might be brain damage or recent stress that caused the taste disorder and insensitivity to pain.

I returned home in despair, opened my favorite bottle of wine, took a sip, and found it tasteless. I smashed it in anger and decided to find the owner of the sports car and take revenge.

Later, I carefully designed a criminal plan based on the license plate number of the sports car and confirmed that the driver of the sports car was Nana Koyamauchi. I also thought of the mistakes made by Hiroki Tsuji, Katsuyoshi Asahi and Minoru Nishina. "

at the same time.

Officer Megure crossed his arms and clasped his hands behind his back, staring intently at Sawaki Kouhei, and asked according to police practice:

"What was your motive for attacking Hiroki Tsuji and Katsuyoshi Asahi?"

"Xu Shengyi felt that the wine industry was developing rapidly. He relied on his wealth to buy many rare wines from overseas but neglected to keep them. Naturally, I couldn't just sit there and watch."

Sawaki looked at Officer Megure with a righteous expression and said indignantly:

“And Hiroki Tsuji!!

He has tarnished my dignity as a sommelier!"

Sawaki Kouhei became more and more angry as he spoke, and he spoke at a rapid speed:

“Some time ago, I was invited to his house for a wine party. As soon as I walked in, he put a pig head badge on me without asking, and said that the pig head badge was my sommelier badge. He even hung a soup spoon around my neck, causing everyone to laugh at me!

That was it. My personality, reputation, and dignity as a sommelier, which I considered my vocation, were all brutally trampled upon by that person!!!"

Having said this, Sawaki Kouhei looked up at the ceiling in extreme anger, gasping for breath.

Maori Kogoro looked at Sawaki unmoved, and waited quietly until he calmed down a little, then confirmed seriously:

"Did you kill Murakami-jo?"

"Yes, on the day Murakami-jo was released on parole, I saw him walking down the stairs of the Mori Detective Agency."

Sawaki Kouhei came to his senses, closed his eyes and remained calm.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at Sawaki calmly, and recalled carefully in their hearts:

"Eight days ago was... the day when Detective Maori went out to play Mahjong...!"

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at each other and thought in silence:

"So it seems that Murakami Joe had something to do with Detective Mori that day, but Detective Mori was not at home. Murakami Joe left the Mori Detective Agency early, met Sawaki Kouhei by chance, and inadvertently provided him with inspiration for the crime...!

But you can't blame Detective Maori.

Although his hosting of Murakami-jo at home may have prevented Sawaki from contacting Murakami and prevented Sawaki from coming up with his current crime plan, but...

But Sawaki can't think of other plans based on the current crime plan, and the final result will not be much different. "

"After meeting Murakami, I had a feeling in my heart... that I could use him to complete my revenge plan, so I invited Murakami to drink as a friend of Detective Mori."

Sawaki Kouhei said in a low voice:

"While drinking, Murakami said that he did hate Mr. Mori at the time of the incident, but now that things have come to this, Murakami only wants to apologize to Mr. Mori for kidnapping Ms. Eri.

Next, I talked a lot with Murakami, learned about his identity before he went to prison, and came up with a detailed criminal plan effortlessly.

Finally...I tricked Murakami-jo into coming to my house, and I easily killed him while he was drunk, and buried him in my yard."