The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"No, it's not me!" Kubota quickly denied, "You must have made a mistake!"

Maori Kogoro took the note and pressed on: "Stop pretending, from the surveillance, the murderer didn't touch the paper at all, and no one touched the body after it was found!"

"So, this is the suicide note that Boss Manaka left before he died, and the name of the murderer is written on it!"

Officer Megure was calmer and at least followed the procedure to ask Kubota: "Tell me, where were you when the crime happened at 4:30 pm?"

Kubota stole a glance at Director Ochiai and stuttered, "At that time, I was alone in the office, handling the work assigned by the director..."

Director Ochiai echoed, "Yes, I did ask him to do something."

Inspector Megure quickly grasped the key and stared at Kubota with eagle-like eyes.

"That is, no one can prove that you were actually in the office..."

"Please, please wait a moment!" Kubota was already sweating profusely, "I have no reason to kill Boss Manaka!"

"There's no use hiding it! Kubota!"

"I-Iijima?"

Kubota turned around and saw Iijima with a bad look on his face and was a little surprised.

"You secretly took the collections here out to sell, but it was exposed a few days ago. Boss Manaka is demanding a huge amount of compensation from you!"

This is a very convincing motivation!

Officer Megure quickly asked, "Really?"

"Yes, logically speaking, he should be fired immediately if such a thing is discovered," Iijima nodded in affirmation, "but the director said that the museum will be closed in a few days, so he was allowed to stay."

"But this matter has nothing to do with the case. Even if Boss Manaka is dead, I still can't escape the compensation!" Kubota desperately protested his innocence.

"I'm not the murderer at all!"

"Even if something like that happens, it's too..." Iijima wanted to continue speaking.

"Okay, okay, I've sent my men to look for the armor. If they find it, the case will become clearer." Inspector Megure digested the useful clues and was too lazy to watch the two of them arguing here.

Rinshakuha walked to a suit of armor, looked down at Conan who was lying on the ground, and resisted the urge to complain.

"Conan, what are you doing over there?" Ran Mouri noticed the commotion here and walked over curiously.

"Inspector Megure, there is a ballpoint pen here!" Conan pointed at the foot of the armor and called out loudly to his dear inspector.

"You did a good job, kid!" Inspector Megure picked up the pen on the ground and gave Conan a thumbs up without hesitation.

"Oh? There's a logo printed on it."

Director Ochiai suddenly appeared behind Inspector Megure and examined it carefully: "Ah, that is a commemorative pen made especially for the 50th anniversary of our museum this year."

Inspector Megure quickly sent someone to verify the pen and the ink traces on the note.

Conan watched the police officers busy at work and always felt that something was wrong.

He shrank into a corner to prevent Xiaolan from noticing and interrupting his thoughts, and then he pondered silently.

Why did a blank note suddenly appear on the wall?

Why did the murderer practice for a long time but still failed to kill the victim with one blow, leaving the victim with a death message?

You know, judging from the surveillance footage, the murderer undoubtedly had the ability to kill the victim easily.

…But what if all this was planned by the murderer?

Sherlock Holmes' famous quote flashed through his mind.

When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how implausible, must be the fact.

Then, all the big and small cases in the past few days automatically appeared in front of his eyes, and he integrated the common characteristics of each murderer.

They all like to make some deceptive arrangements!

He had to thank Mr. Lin. Ever since that mistake, he had become a little stressed and would doubt whether there was another layer behind almost every case.

But it must be said that this suspicion did help him grasp the truth!

Thinking of this, Conan unconsciously glanced at Rin Shakuha.

By the way, until now, he still doesn't know who Mr. Lin is.

He has appeared in my sight frequently in the past few days, which is really suspicious!

Wait...what is Mr. Rin looking at?

He followed Rinshakuha's gaze and found that he was not looking at a certain exhibit, but was staring directly at Director Ochiai's ankle.

What's so good about an old man's leather shoes? He even thought Mr. Lin had discovered some crucial clues...

He was suddenly startled.

The more sophisticated the plan, the more likely it is to have mistakes.

If he remembered correctly, Director Ochiai seemed to have squatted down to tie his shoelaces before?

But he was wearing leather shoes!

A flash of inspiration pierced Conan's brain, and he instantly understood the methods used in the case.

If you prepare a note with Kubota's name on it in advance, and then leave a pen that can't write at the scene, you can create the illusion that Boss Manaka left a suicide note!

As long as we can find the pen that Director Ochiai replaced and which cannot write, the truth of this case will be revealed!

Conan hammered his palm, his big eyes sparkling.

But in a moment he was in trouble.

He still has the body of an elementary school student. If he interferes without permission, he will definitely be beaten by Uncle Maori!

He cast his hopeful eyes toward Rin Shakuha.

"Hey, have you seen through the murderer's methods?" Conan ran to Rin Chiha's feet and reached out to pull his trouser leg.

"I wanted to say this from the beginning. You are a little too rude, kid." Lin Chiyu lowered his head and flicked the "apple stem" on his head, pretending to shout in the direction of Mao Lilan, "Ms. Mao Li..."

Conan ran away quickly.

What? This person has clearly seen through the murderer, but he doesn’t come forward to solve the case!

After once again complaining about the child's physical inconvenience, Conan had no choice but to run to remind the adults at the risk of being hit on the head.

"Ah! I'm going to pee my pants!" Conan squeezed his legs together and screamed, trying hard to suppress his shame.

"Grandpa, where is the toilet?" He ran to Director Ochiai and asked pitifully.

"After leaving this exhibition hall, turn left and go up the stairs..." Director Ochiai patiently showed him the way.

"I can't remember what you said, so you write it down for me." Conan opened the notebook he used for taking notes and handed it to Director Ochiai.

"Okay, okay."

"Just go out of this exhibition hall...Okay, here you go."

Conan snatched the notebook and almost froze into a stone statue.

The specific route was clearly written on the notebook, and the ink was very continuous, with no signs of missing words.

He looked at the old man in front of him again in disbelief.

Is it popular among prisoners nowadays to prepare for both scenarios? !

Conan walked away unwillingly.

No, if this goes on, I can only find a way to convince Inspector Megure to arrange a body search!

What reason can be used?

The unpromising uncle is still looking for evidence of Kubota's crime, while Mr. Rin, who may have discovered the murderer, is not making any moves...

Looking at Director Ochiai's slightly hunched back, Conan had a bold idea.

He grabbed the old curator's sleeve and said, "Grandpa, I have something to say to you!"

Director Ochiai, who was unable to react for a moment, was pulled to an empty corner by him. Then he realized something, pulled back his sleeves and stood still.

This frail-looking old man was as steady as a mountain after he stood firm, giving people an inexplicable feeling as if they were facing an ancient general.

Conan suddenly couldn't pull it anymore and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was small and he immediately maintained his balance.

This place happened to be suitable, so Conan put on a solemn expression and started the conversation.

"Grandpa, the criminal in this case is you, right?"

Director Ochiai looked a little surprised, "What are you talking about, kid?"

"You put that note there on purpose. Mr. Kubota's name was already written on it."

"But the surveillance video clearly showed that it was written by Boss Manaka. Didn't you see it, kid?"

"That pen is useless and can't write at all. Mr. Manaka must have been trying to erase the name on the note, which is why he had that expression!"

"You have replaced the most important pen while pretending to tie your shoelaces, right?"

Director Ochiai was really surprised this time. The little kid in front of him actually saw through his trick earlier than the police.

"So you're here to arrest me, little detective?"

Conan shook his head, his tone heavy.

"No, there is no evidence at the scene that can ensure that you will be sent to prison. The only thing that can convict you is the pen that can't write. If you want to destroy it now, I can't stop you."

"You love those works of art, don't you?"

Director Ochiai did not respond, looking as if he agreed.

"When you introduced those exhibits to us, the pride in your eyes was not just an act. Whether you chose to do it in the Hell Hall or used methods like "Heavenly Punishment", it all stemmed from your deep love for these works of art, right?"

"I noticed that there were labels on the wall at the crime scene, but there were no paintings hanging on it," Conan took off his glasses, blew on them to wipe the lenses, and then put them back on, "You took them down specifically."

"You can't bear to see them covered in blood."

Conan looked at the silent Director Ochiai seriously and asked sincerely: "Please turn yourself in, Director."

"The knight who intended to protect the treasure has become a new devil!"

Director Ochiai sighed, turned around, and sighed.

“Actually, I was hesitant at first…”

"Should I surrender myself afterwards, or should I let Kubota, who doesn't care about these treasures, take the punishment for me?"

"But someone told me that these beautiful works of art have not been abandoned with the passage of time, and there are still people who can appreciate their beauty. I couldn't help but become greedy, and just wanted to look at them for a while longer."

"Now that I think about it, this is the real 'heavenly punishment'..."

He gently stroked the border of the huge painting with a gentle look on his face.

"I didn't even notice such an obvious blood stain. My eyes have long been blinded by hatred for demons, and I have forever lost the ability to discover beauty."

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, smiled bitterly, and murmured in a low voice: "What an extraordinary guest..."

"What?" Conan couldn't hear the exclamation clearly.

Director Ochiai shook his head. "Now that Boss Manaka has passed away, the renovation plan will be postponed indefinitely. These treasures should be able to be preserved, and they have found a suitable home."

"Don't worry, little detective. I will turn myself in."

Conan looked at the old man who had lost all his vitality in an instant, and his heart was filled with a myriad of feelings.

After a long time, he left to find Inspector Megure, leaving the heartbroken old curator alone admiring the blood-stained "Heavenly Punishment".

Conan, who had achieved success, had no intention of showing off his achievements. It was just that this case touched him deeply. He couldn't help but get carried away again. He ran to Rin Shakuha and exclaimed in a condescending manner: "This method of killing is really special, don't you think?"

Lin Chiyu couldn't help but exclaimed: "Yes, this is at least the power of two orchids."

"what?"

"Nothing, why are you here again, you rude little brat, Miss Maori..."

"Hey!"

......

In a spacious consultation room of a private psychological clinic, a figure was sitting leisurely behind a desk with a set of wine utensils in front of him.

Professor Lecter elegantly held a goblet and poured some liquid from the red wine bottle beside him.

The scarlet and slightly sticky liquid swayed slightly with the slight movement of his wrist, creating the charm of a stage play.

He stood up holding the wine glass, walked to a huge floor-to-ceiling window, saluted from a distance in a certain direction, and then drank it all in one gulp.

The frame of his glasses reflected a subtle golden light, and he licked away the faint red stain on the corner of his lips.

Behind him, a huge oil painting occupied the entire upper half of the wall, like the dome of a Christian church.

Sinners confess here and beg the Lord to bring down His divine punishment.

The believers look up to the same oracle and offer their most pious prayers to the Lord.

The professor took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, then sat back in his office chair and opened the drawer in front of him.

A blank employment application form lay quietly inside.