The Split-Actress in Conan's World

Mao Lilan rushed over, knelt beside him, lifted Conan's head and leaned it against her legs.

She touched Conan's forehead with her hand and felt it was burning hot.

"Go find a doctor quickly!"

She picked up Conan and looked around anxiously.

Lecter opened the door and motioned for her to follow him: "Find a cool room. I know a little bit of first aid."

Conan was breathing heavily in Ran Mouri's arms, he was almost dying.

In a daze, he heard Inspector Megure's puzzled voice: "Hey, isn't Brother Hattori here?"

Butler Koike replied, "He just asked me where the Japanese-style room was and then left."

Japanese-style room...?

Conan's remaining sanity supported him to memorize the clue, but then he had no more strength left and fainted completely.

"Excuse me, is there any vacant room where this child can rest for a while?"

Lecter took Mao Lilan to find Takayoshi Ikemura and asked him politely.

Ikemura Takayoshi could see that Conan was in a bad state, so he took them to his room with great consideration: "Take him to my room."

"It's the one at the end of the corridor."

He wiped Conan's body with a handkerchief and wrapped his hands and feet in the quilt. Lecter said gently to the worried Mao Lilan beside him: "Miss Mao Li, could you please fetch a basin of water? It would be better to bring a towel."

After hearing this, Mao Lilan turned around and left, and prepared as he said.

After she left, Lecter sat down on the bed, propped his hands back on the bed, and looked at Conan expectantly.

As his body temperature continued to rise, his skin became abnormally red, his breathing became disordered and rapid, and he constantly exhaled white mist.

With exaggerated convulsions, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, pressed his chest tightly, kicked the bedding into a mess, and grasped the sheets tightly, pulling out a protruding vortex.

"Ugh!!"

He rolled over on the bed like a twisted maggot, growling like a wild beast, and big drops of sweat soaked the clean bed.

A strange white smoke rose from his body, as if a branding iron had fallen into water. Lecter tried to gather a wisp of it and found that it even left a layer of water vapor on his hands.

When the smoke cleared, a dishevelled teenager was revealed lying motionless on the bed, as if dead.

After a long time, he finally took action. He raised his hand to take off his glasses, scratched his hair, and breathed a sigh of relief as if he had survived a disaster.

Kudo Shinichi opened his eyes and froze when he saw Lecter with a strange look on his face.

Lecter walked away from the bed, found an inconspicuous suit in the closet next to him and threw it to him.

"Kudo Shinichi?"

He asked in a rhetorical tone with an unbearable smile.

Kudo Shinichi put on his clothes awkwardly, feeling crazy.

Why did it suddenly become bigger?

Why is there someone next to it when it gets bigger?

I was seen without clothes on!

"It seems I have to take back my premature judgment. This is one of the few mistakes I have made in my career."

Without embarrassing him too much, Lecter quickly moved past the awkwardness and gave him a way out.

"I will keep this confidential for the sake of my professional integrity."

Now it was Kudo Shinichi's turn to be surprised. He thought that this difficult professor would want to find out the secret of his ability to grow bigger and smaller.

"Professor, you..."

"Shh-"

Guessing what he was going to say, Lecter mysteriously put his index finger to his lips and said, "I'm not that curious. Do you remember my principles?"

The conversation on Tsukikage Island replayed in Kudo Shinichi's mind.

If the patient is not in pain, then no treatment is needed.

"If you really need my intervention, just shout for help." Lecter gently opened the door.

"But don't forget, my appearance fee is very expensive."

As he was about to go out, he recalled something, turned to look at Kudo Shinichi who was sitting on the bed in a daze, and said with a playful tone.

"Oh, by the way, Miss Maori will be back soon, so let's think about how to deal with it."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back, leaving Kudo Shinichi with a closed door.

......

Having found what he thought was the key evidence, Hattori Heiji walked into the crime scene with his hands in his pockets and walked briskly.

"I already know the trick of this secret room and who the murderer is!"

"You, what did you say?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the suspects, Inspector Megure, and Kogoro Mori all became serious and looked at him.

The audience was already in place, and Hattori Heiji walked into the study with satisfaction, as if he was stepping onto the stage where he would dominate the show.

"Now, let me explain the case!"

He pulled Inspector Megure over and asked him to sit in the seat where the deceased had sat before: "Excuse me, Inspector, please play the role of the deceased."

"At the time of the crime, all the windows in this study were locked from the inside, and the only door was also locked. It was undoubtedly a completely secret room—"

He leaned against the door, lowered his head and sneered secretly, "However, no matter how closed it looks, there is still a flaw."

"That's the gap under the door!"

He pointed to the crack under the study door.

Maori Kogoro was amused: "Stop joking, do you think the murderer could throw the key into the deceased's pocket through this gap?"

Hattori Heiji had anticipated such doubts. With a smile on his face, he took out the key piece of evidence from his pocket.

"Of course, we can do it with these things!"

That was the needle with fishing line tied to it that he found in the Japanese-style room.

Hattori Heiji held the end with the needle tied to it, squatted beside Inspector Megure who was pretending to be a corpse, and made a false move: "The murderer first stabbed the victim's neck with the poison needle like this, and then took the key from him after he died."

"Then take out the tape and secure the end of the fishing line without the needle to the key ring, then thread the needle through the inside of the victim's pocket."

He pried open Inspector Megure's pocket and pierced through it with a needle, just as he said.

"Then the body was placed on a chair in the same position as when we found it. The murderer then took both ends of the fishing line and took the needle and keys out of the door."

As he spoke, he had already stepped out and closed the door.

After being isolated by the door, his voice became much quieter and a little muffled.

"Then you just need to lock the door with the key, put the key on the ground, hold the end of the fishing line with the needle, and slowly reel it in..."

Inspector Megure looked at the key, which moved towards him little by little along his movements, climbed onto the desk, fell onto his legs, and finally crawled into his trouser pocket like a worm.

"Come in, come in!"

When Hattori Heiji heard the exclamation from the study, he knew that his experiment was successful and couldn't help but show his white teeth.

"Finally, with a strong pull, the fishing line will be pulled out of the tape, leaving only the key in the deceased's pocket without leaving any trace."

He pushed open the door and walked in, turning his baseball cap back with his own unique settlement gesture.

"This is the method the murderer used to commit the crime."

Inspector Megure was stunned.

"Good, awesome..."

Kudo, this is my reasoning. How about it? Are you convinced by my thinking?

If you don't want to admit defeat, come out quickly, otherwise it will be too embarrassing.

While accepting the admiring gazes of everyone, Hattori Heiji was also looking forward to the appearance of the famous detective from Kanto.

Although it was embarrassing to be "saved" by Detective Kansai, he is a good brother as long as he can solve the case. Inspector Megure can't wait to pocket this achievement.

"What about the murderer? Who is the murderer?"

"Don't be anxious."

Hattori Heiji felt sorry that he didn't get to see his opponent come out and admit defeat, but he still won after all.

"It would take at least five or six minutes to set up the scene to kill the victim, and the crime was committed between 3:4 and :. Mrs. Ikemura, who was with us the whole time, is unlikely to be a suspect."

"Similarly, the housekeeper was chatting with the neighbors and had no time to commit the crime. Although Chicun and his girlfriend left for the second floor for a while, it was only about two or three minutes, which was not enough time to set up the scene."

He pressed forward step by step, eliminating the rest one by one, and finally looked at the old professor with a burning gaze.

"Then you are the only murderer left!"

"The old man who has been here since two o'clock and has been watching TV in the living room!"

"Wha, what?!"

The old professor was stunned and confused for a moment.

Hattori Heiji took out the fishing line again and said, "The fishing line I found in the Japanese-style room just now is the most powerful evidence."

"When we met you on the stairs, Mrs. Ikemura told you, 'Please wait in the Japanese-style room,' and you immediately agreed and left. You must have taken this opportunity to hide the fishing line."

So that's where my fishing gear is...

The old professor smiled knowingly, closed his eyes, and his expression was calm.

"It is true that the law is so strict that nothing can escape it."

He twirled his white beard lightly and nodded in acknowledgment.

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

Won!

Hattori Heiji was completely relieved.

But at this moment, a calm and gentle voice interrupted: "I don't remember you leaving to do anything like killing someone."

Lecter walked into the study and saw that the group of people there seemed quite lively.

"If you want to plead guilty, just treat it as if I'm committing perjury."

The old professor sighed deeply, looked into Lecter's deep eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and chose to remain silent.

Hattori Heiji looked at this professor who suddenly jumped out, and suddenly felt a throbbing in his temples and a soreness in his gums.

"It's better not to pick up another professor, right?"

The young man's proud and clear voice was full of teasing. Everyone looked at the direction of the voice and saw the man leaning on the door frame with one hand. He was wearing a very mature suit, but he didn't wear a tie. His collar was open, which made him look even more romantic and uninhibited.

"Kudo!"

Inspector Megure recognized the person and cried out in disbelief.

"That guy's reasoning completely fell into the murderer's trap. Inspector Megure, you've fallen into so many traps. Can't you see what the murderers like to do most?"

Kudo Shinichi walked into the study room rudely, stealing the show and attracting all attention, making Hattori Heiji feel ignored.

Hattori Heiji also became excited. He had been looking forward to this duel for a long time. Now that Kudo Shinichi showed up in person, it could be considered a "duel"!

"Hey, you suddenly said 'trap', are you saying there's a flaw in my reasoning?"

"Yes, I want to tell you clearly that your reasoning is just on paper, and it is a 100% impossible crime method."

Kudo Shinichi challenged the famous detective from Osaka without any hesitation.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment. They had all witnessed the techniques demonstrated by Hattori Heiji and did not think there was anything wrong with them.

Only Mrs. Chicun's expression became much more serious.

Inspector Megure thought the same as them, and said puzzledly: "Brother Kudo, I think the reasoning of brother Hattori just now is quite brilliant. I even practiced it myself once."

Inspector Megure is different now that he has a new brother. He will refute Kudo Shinichi.

"The key slipped neatly into my pocket..."

Kudo Shinichi chuckled, "So, Inspector Megure, are you sure the key is really in your pocket?"

Hattori Heiji directly proved it. He leaned over and pointed at Inspector Megure's pocket: "Do you even need to ask? I personally used a needle to pass the fishing line through the pocket. You don't believe it..."

As he was speaking, he stopped himself, and his already dark face became even uglier.

Only half of the key was still hanging in the trouser pocket.