Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Besides!" Da Cong spread his hands: "I have been staying in that toilet since before the power outage. How can I assassinate him?!"

"Besides, the small window in that toilet was made of frosted glass, so it was impossible for me to tell who was sitting where."

Baijiu put his hands in his pockets and calmly repeated the poem that Hetian had just said.

"The autumn wind blows and the clouds stretch across the sky."

"The moon is bright, between the gaps in the clouds."

Megure looked at him in bewilderment: "You...why did you suddenly start reciting Hyakunin Isshu?"

Takagi recalled: "I remember....Isn't this the waka poem written by Doctor Sakyo?"

"The general meaning of this article should be to praise the gaps between the clouds blown by the autumn wind."

"The dimly visible moonlight means it's very beautiful."

Although it was the first time he had heard of Baijiu, he was able to easily understand the meaning of the classical Chinese text with his excellent Chinese language skills.

After all, in the college entrance examination, he scored a high score of 142 in Chinese, and his total score was close to 700, which was among the provinces with a high number of college entrance examination scores.

In addition to his superb shooting skills, he has some shortcomings despite his lack of undercover experience.

He can also be called a genius in the police academy, which is why this matter is being investigated.

Baijiu continued the previous topic: "The prisoner also saw through the gap who was sitting in what position at the time."

After a moment, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Shinichi Wada was holding his cell phone high up, as if he was completing a specific task.

Conan acted as Baijiu's mouthpiece: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, please don't mind it." Hetian lowered his voice, his expression calm, his eyes staring straight at the liquor, dissatisfaction revealed in his eyes.

"I'm asking you, Mr. Dacong, about hiding in the toilet and peeking out the window to see what's going on outside."

His face suddenly turned gloomy, he swallowed a few times, his nostrils flared, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"Hello...Hello! Dacong?" Dayong looked at him with confidence.

Xiaomei was also surprised, her pupils trembling with shock: "Da Cong...is this true?"

Da Cong was stunned for a few seconds, then leaned forward dully: "You...what are you talking about? Didn't I just say that?"

He pointed to the back: "That small window is equipped with frosted glass."

Baijiu ignored him and turned to ask Miss Xiaozi, "Excuse me, have you found the transparent tape?"

After hearing this, Da Cong's heart trembled and his expression became more uneasy.

Xiao Zi handed the transparent tape to Baijiu and asked curiously, "What are you going to do with this?"

"A former science teacher of mine once told me that."

He wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb. "If you stick transparent tape on the rough side of frosted glass, it will become like ordinary glass."

"Is this true?" It was the first time Enomoto Azusa heard this.

"Well, let me show you how to do it. After all, practice is the only criterion for testing truth."

Baijiu walked into the toilet, tore off a piece of tape with his teeth, stuck it on the window, and motioned Xiaozi to go and check.

"Hey!" Her eyes widened and brightened instantly: "It's true!!"

“Only the areas where the tape was applied looked transparent.”

Through the window, with probably high-definition image quality, I could see the intelligent eyes of Inspector Megure and Takagi.

Although it is not completely transparent, at least you can know where the person is sitting.

"But...what is the principle behind this?" Takagi was stuck in a knowledge blind spot and was about to search the Internet.

Bourbon slowly explained: "The so-called frosted glass is made by grinding tiny lines on the surface of the glass."

"Using diffuse reflection, the image becomes blurred, making it difficult for people to see the opposite side clearly."

"But," Baijiu added, "Use transparent tape to fill in the fine lines on the frosted glass with adhesive."

"If you can make the glass nearly smooth, it will become transparent."

Da Cong defended himself, feeling guilty, and leaned back slightly: "But...but I'm not wearing scotch tape."

"Really?" Baijiu looked at him sharply: "Isn't there a sticker on the wrapping paper of Xiaomei's birthday gift?"

"I thought you pasted it on the frosted glass first, and then tore it off and pasted it again after you finished peeking?"

Da Cong was speechless, so he raised his voice, trying to overwhelm Baijiu's momentum with his voice.

"The less confident you are, the more you choose to use your voice to raise your confidence."

He was panicking. He was obviously panicking, and his words revealed his exasperated mood: "Even if you can see outside from that small window."

"How do you stab someone in the dark?"

Da Cong was just about to grab Baijiu's collar, but unexpectedly, the moment he raised his hand, he was stopped by Baijiu, who held Da Cong's wrist tightly.

Baijiu showed a gloomy expression and coldly told him: "This time take it as a warning, if you do it again."

"Be prepared to survive with one arm."

After saying that, Baijiu only used a little strength, and he held his wrist painfully, with fear of Baijiu and the law hidden in his eyes.

"Da Cong? What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Xiao Mei hurried over to ask about his condition.

Da Cong recalled Baijiu's cold eyes just now, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "No...nothing, I just sprained my wrist by accident."

Baijiu continued to reason, indifferent to his injuries: "You practiced beforehand, right? So that you can stab the opponent even in the dark."

"You must have practiced arranging tables and chairs in your own room or somewhere else in advance, according to the layout of the store."

Baijiu recounted the content of their conversation: "I remember that you two had been acting for half a year ago."

"They made a set exactly like this one. There should be records of the measurements taken in the theatre club's office, right?"

Da Cong was speechless and sweating profusely: "Well...well, even if I knew the layout of this store, it wouldn't be so easy..."

"Assassinate a living person?!"

"Yeah." Bourbon smiled and came closer: "If we attack from the front, we might be blocked by the opponent's hand, and it will be difficult to attack."

"But." He closed his eyes and raised a finger: "If it's behind someone's back who is defenseless."

"As long as you know where the other person is sitting, you can definitely hit the target."

Baijiu pointed at the bag he had placed on the sofa: "So, that's why you came to the store first, to put it there first, right?"

"Because you know your girlfriend, Xiaomei, will definitely sit next to you."

"I see..." Megure suddenly realized: "Okay, brother Ichiyu, your reasoning ability is not inferior to that of the sleeping Kogoro."

"I feel like you can go it alone. You can open a firm or something like that, just like Maori."

"Make a name for yourself in Tokyo."

Baijiu rubbed his head sheepishly and smiled awkwardly: "No, no, I'm just an art teacher who likes to watch mystery stories."

Baijiu’s inner thoughts: Don’t compare me with that idiot.