Conan Moslin

Mao Lilan pushed open the door of the study and found that the atmosphere in the room was eerily quiet.

Magicians, detectives, suspects and police officers gathered together, all focusing their attention on Hattori Heiji, listening to him reassembling the timeline one by one.

But she didn't care about these. She just looked around and then asked the police officer about Conan's whereabouts: "Excuse me, have you seen Conan come here?"

Not getting a positive answer, she looked around again and quickly came to Li An's side.

"Sister Li An? Are you also coming to the study to see Conan?"

"He should be in the Japanese-style room next door."

For some reason, after hearing what Li An said, Mao Lilan suddenly felt a little relieved.

"Then I'll go to the Japanese-style room and take a look..."

Hattori Heiji was not interrupted by her interjection and continued with his own reasoning while she was communicating with Kurian.

If detectives view solving a case as beating monsters and clearing levels, then the props and clues they collect along the way are essential to help them reach the final outcome.

The expressions and actions of the people around them, the clues in the corners, and the finishing touches they hear by chance are all the keys for them to piece together the truth.

"So... the old man who arrived here only at about 2 o'clock and has been watching TV in the Japanese-style room next to the study..."

Hattori Heiji turned his head and looked at the old man in the room with a sharp gaze.

"Only you can do this!"

In some games, you can reach the ending even if you don't collect all the items you need.

"The evidence is this piece of fishing line I just found in the Japanese-style room... the one used to tie the iron needle!"

But there are also some other games where if the collection elements are not fully collected, the perfect ending cannot be achieved.

"That's right, I was the one who killed my son...Axun."

Facing the gazes of the people around him, Tsujimura Toshimitsu opened his mouth and uttered these words.

boom!

A figure rushed open the door of the study.

"No, you didn't kill him at all!"

The detectives' reasoning game is the latter.

Hearing the familiar voice, Mao Lilan turned around suddenly.

Kudo Shinichi was wearing a blue suit that didn't fit him well. He was weakly grasping the door frame of the study, trying his best to support his body.

Although he was in a miserable state at the moment, with cold sweat soaking his temples and shirt, he still looked confident, as if everything was under his control.

He raised his head and smiled the same smile as before, looking at the people in the room who had surprised expressions on their faces.

"Kudo?" Inspector Megure was a little shocked.

"Shin... Shinichi?"

Mao Lilan raised her hand to rub her eyes in disbelief, but her wrist was quickly grasped by a hand.

Kudo Shinichi pressed her wrist, his eyes showing disapproval.

"Didn't I tell you...Xiaolan?"

"Don't rub your eyes with your hands."

Li An, who was standing by, kindly handed over a tissue.

However, when Kudo Shinichi saw her coming, he did not take the tissue. Instead, he stuffed Xiaolan to her and simply pulled his hand away, perfectly portraying the image of a blind and foolish young man.

But now is not a suitable occasion for a long-awaited reunion, and there is nothing wrong with him doing this.

Li An still handed the tissue to Xiaolan.

In fact, Mao Lilan didn't cry. She was not that fragile. It was just that Kudo Shinichi's sudden appearance made her a little bit unbelievable.

Shinichi... Why is he here? He's not...

He sweated a lot...

"Xiaolan, wait for me."

After leaving a message, Kudo Shinichi did not look at Xiaolan or Hattori Heiji again, but looked up at the old man who had confessed his guilt, and said in a firm tone: "Mr. Tsujimura Toshimitsu, you are lying!"

"Wait a minute, do you mean to say that my reasoning is wrong?" Hattori Heiji took two steps forward, obviously not thinking he was wrong.

Kudo Shinichi coughed a few times, walked slowly to Officer Megure, and reached out to pull out his pocket.

"Kudo Shinichi, please tell me, what's wrong with my reasoning..."

The purple pendant that was supposed to be put into the small pocket inside the pocket fell to the ground with a clatter along with the key.

"This--" Hattori Heiji's pupils shrank, "How is this possible..."

"This method of yours is just talk." Kudo Shinichi squatted down and picked up the key on the ground with his long sleeves.

"When Inspector Megure is sitting, his pockets will be wrinkled, so the fishing line will be torn before the key enters the double pocket."

"But if we do a few more experiments..." Hattori Heiji, who was strong in proving himself, looked at Kuriyasu, "Ms. Kuriyasu, if you were to do this..."

Li An, who was suddenly called, smiled and shook his head.

"No."

"Even if I'm a magician, I can't guarantee that the key can be folded as delicately as the one in Mr. Tsujimura's pocket..."

In his pocket...

Hattori Heiji recalled the location of the key that fell to the ground, looked at the fishing line in his hand, calmed down and thought for a few seconds, then thought of the surrounding layout and suddenly laughed at himself.

It's really cleverness that backfired, impatience got the better of me...

"So... the fishing line I found in the Japanese-style room... was also a trap?" Hattori Heiji looked at Kudo Shinichi again, with some certainty in his eyes. "Now, do you have many sets of identical fishing lines in your hands?"

"That's right." Kudo Shinichi smiled back, took out a few balls of line from his pocket, and handed them to Officer Megure. "In addition to the Japanese-style room, I also found a lot of fishing lines in several other rooms."

"But I have another question, Kudo." Hattori Heiji turned to look at the old man who lowered his head and remained silent, as if he had aged a dozen years in an instant, "Why would he be willing to protect that person and admit that he was the murderer?"

The riddles of the two detectives and a magician made Inspector Megure feel confused: After talking for so long, why don’t you just tell us the name of the murderer!

Kudo Shinichi took out a photo frame from the bookshelf, which was the one he had not been able to see clearly just now.

“The answer is in this photo.”

Seeing Shinichi's body swaying a little, Mao Lilan came over to support him with some concern, and leaned over to take a look: "The person in this photo... looks like Miss Sachiko..."

"Of course." Tsujimura Kimie said calmly, "Because I am Sachiko's mother."

"what?!"

……

Kimie Tsujimura arrived at the door of the study and heard loud opera sounds coming from the soundproof door.

The Phantom of the Opera, which her husband often listened to, was playing inside the door.

In the story, people are gathered backstage, listening to Madame Gilly telling the story of the Phantom.

[That was a long time ago...]

She took out the key with a special purple ornament on it and opened the locked door.

【who is he? 】

Her husband was fat and strong. He supported his chin with his right fist, closed his eyes and rested, his breathing was steady and heavy.

Her husband, a skinny man, sat in front of the glass window, holding the microphone across the window, his eyes tired and sad.

"You said... to leave Sachiko to your sister Masako's care...? Why?"

"Koujiang, for you and Sachiko to live safely..."

"You must get rid of the surname 'Yamashiro'!"

Inside the door, the female voices singing a conversation seemed to be sighing.

[The world has forgotten him...]

But I didn’t.

Holding the key, Kimie Tsujimura approached her husband calmly.