Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Sister Dora confidently stretched out her finger, and on her thumb was a bloody Band-Aid: "Because I put this on the thief!"

"Band-Aid?"

Sister Dora looked bitter and looked down at her bloody thumb: "I accidentally cut my finger when I was peeling an apple, although I put a Band-Aid on it."

"But the blood still seeped out." Sister Dora shook her mushroom-shaped hair with bangs: "When the thief stole my bag on the tram, I used this hand to grab the right cuff of his shirt."

Sister Dora affirmed: "There should still be my blood on his sleeves, so one of them must have blood on his right sleeve! That's the evidence!!"

"You're so long-winded, Auntie." The compact guy impatiently pulled down his right sleeve and said, "Look!"

Seeing Brother Jiejie pulling down, everyone had a blank expression on their faces and pulled their right sleeves down calmly. There was no blood on their sleeves.

"This is impossible, this is impossible!" Sister Dora looked at the scene in disbelief, with a lot of cold sweat on her cheeks: "How can it be that there is nothing at all?"

Baijiu rubbed the tip of his nose, curious: "How much money was stolen from you?"

Sister Dora immediately explained: "The money I put in my wallet is still there."

"Then it's all right, right?" Maori yawned helplessly, with an indifferent attitude on his face.

"But!!!" Sister Dora clenched her fists and said excitedly, "But the horse racing lottery ticket that was placed with the money is gone!"

She spread her arms and said, "That's a million yen lottery win!!!"

After listening to Sister Dora's explanation, the Maori family showed shocked expressions, as if petrified, sitting in their seats, reluctant to move.

"Won, won a million-dollar lottery?" Baijiu subconsciously looked at Mao Li on the side and changed the subject: "Was the lottery ticket in the wallet that was stolen by the thief?"

"Yes." Sister Dora nodded quickly, touching her lower lip as she recalled, "At that time, my friend and I were taking the tram to have dinner together, and we heard the results of the game on the radio."

Inside the train.

"Oh my god! I won the prize!" She held the lottery ticket in her hand and excitedly told her friends in front of her the good news: "I won the lottery I bought!!"

"It's a full one million yen!! That's amazing!!"

"Then you can treat me to dinner tonight!" The friend was also delighted, because this way she could at least eat and drink for free.

"No problem, no problem." Sister Dora smiled, hummed a little tune, and put the card into her bag: "I can treat you to anything."

"Okay! Then let's find a high-end restaurant to eat?" My friend couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and quickly looked at the high-end food nearby.

"Sure, sure." Sister Dora suggested, "How about we go have a French meal?"

While they were talking, a hand suddenly stretched out from the crowded crowd and reached into Sister Dora's pocket. Sister Dora, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, grabbed his wrist.

"Wait! What are you going to do?"

"Then, my handbag was stolen in the blink of an eye." Sister Dora's eyes were full of resentment.

"Have you seen the thief's appearance? What does he look like?" Baijiu asked.

Sister Dora had no words to express her pain. She swallowed down her grievances and sadness, and her eyes were full of regret: "I didn't have time to look at his face at that time..."

As she spoke, her voice choked up and she was about to cry: "I was just trying to catch him and stop him from stealing my bag."

"Where is your friend? I don't believe she didn't see it either." Baijiu asked.

Sister Dora tried to hold back her grievance: "My friend has severe myopia, about 800 degrees, and in order to see the fonts on the phone clearly, she happened to put her glasses on her forehead..."

"But I used my hand covered with a bleeding Band-Aid to tightly grasp the right cuff of the thief's white shirt."

After that, she looked fierce again, her brows twisted into a straight line: "So someone in this store should still have my blood on his right cuff!"

The compact guy was surprisingly calm and pointed to his wrist calmly: "But, there is no blood on the right cuffs of our sleeves, right?"

Sister Dora took small steps, opened her arms, and carefully approached Brother Compact: "Then let me take a closer look. Come... pull your coat up a little."

Compact brother followed Sister Dora's instructions and demonstrated obediently. She noticed something unusual and tilted her head: "Your cuffs seem a little wet?"

Compact Brother explained slowly and relaxedly: "This got wet when I washed my hands in the toilet just now."

Sister Dora frowned and guessed, "Then you probably washed the blood off with water in the toilet, right?"

"Are you kidding?" The compact guy smiled faintly: "Can the blood stains be cleaned with water? What is your education level... Auntie..."

"Hey!" Sister Dora, like Chaoxiong, aimed at the honest office worker Xishuo next to her: "Show me your cuffs too!"

"Okay, okay." Xi Shu Ge replied in a weak tone, pulling open his sleeves, a little nervous, and his voice trembling clearly: "Okay...but my sleeves are wet too."

"Like him, I accidentally got my hands wet while washing my hands in the toilet."

The black-haired sister held her wrist and said, "My right cuff is also wet, but it wasn't wet in the toilet, it was wet by the rain."

She showed her wet wrist to Sister Dora: "It was raining heavily outside at that time."

"But," the black-haired sister added, "I did go to the bathroom once."

Xiaolan covered her mouth and asked Mao Li in a low voice: "I say, Dad, is the horse racing lottery ticket you picked up the aunt's?"

"Idiot, how is this possible?" Mao Li insisted, "Her lottery ticket was stolen an hour ago. At that time, I was watching the horse racing in the office."

Conan stared at his phone with dead eyes and explained blankly: "But the horse racing on TV should have ended 50 minutes ago."

"Uncle, after you came back from buying horse racing tickets, you only watched the last race, so an hour ago, you should have been near the betting station, right?"

"This... is not wrong to say that." Maori wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling more and more guilty.