The Advent of the Infinite King

As soon as the words finished, Xie Chen walked out from behind the chair, took out the contact lens case and handed it to Police Officer Mu Mu, "I found this behind the boys' toilet."

Officer Meguro took it over and said, "This is a box for contact lenses."

Xie Chen nodded, "Mr. Xigu threw the box out of the window after putting on the contact lenses in the toilet, and this."

He took out the lens of the contact lens from his trouser pocket, "This is the lens of one of the contact lenses I found in the bowl on Mr. Nishitani's cooking table."

"This is a contact lens." Officer Mu Mu turned his head and gave Takagi a wink, "Brother Takagi."

Takagi immediately understood that another lens was found in the bowl on Hiroaki Nishitani's kitchen counter.

"Officer, I found another contact lens."

Officer Megure nodded, looked at Hiroaki Nishitani, "Mr. Nishitani, can you please explain what's going on?"

Hiroaki Nishitani sneered and said, "I'm indeed wearing contact lenses with the effect of sunglasses, isn't that okay? If you want to see someone as a murderer, you should at least find the murder weapon to have evidence."

Another one who didn’t cry when he saw the coffin, Xie Chen returned to his chair and continued to use Mouri Kogoro’s voice. He sighed silently. If this continues, I’m really worried about whether he will be schizophrenic.

"You want the murder weapon? Isn't the murder weapon in your own things?"

Nishitani Hiroming's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help looking at the table. The things checked by the police before were still on the table.

Xie Chen said slowly: "It's hidden in that ballpoint pen."

Hiroaki Nishitani's face became terrified, his mouth grew wide, and cold sweat kept breaking out from his forehead.

Officer Mumu walked over, picked up the ballpoint pen, unscrewed the ballpoint pen and pulled out the refill, and could faintly see a silver needle in the red ink when facing the light.

"That's right." Officer Mumu said, "Mr. Xigu, what excuses do you still have to quibble now?"

There was indeed no way to explain it. Everyone looked at him with different eyes. He lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I thought it would be perfect to hide there. I'm convinced, Mr. Maori, you really deserve your reputation."

Everyone was silent, no one thought that the famous detective who had been confused all night, this reasoning was astonishing.

Nishitani Hiroaki raised his head, looked at Mori Kogoro and said softly.

"That pair of contact lenses was made for me when I went to Europe for a culinary course a month ago, and I paid the manufacturer there to make it for me. I wanted to make it in Japan, and there would be evidence."

"What's the motive?" Police Officer Mu Mu said in a deep voice, "Could it be that you really killed him because he stopped financial aid to you?"

"This is also one of the reasons." Nishitani Hiroaki lowered his head, "I also think it's unfair that Yuko's cookbook was robbed, so I planned to carry out this killing plan the night before celebrating the teacher's recipe sale party."

第260章 夜班门铃

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Komiyayama Yuko with clear eyes, not at all like a murderer.

He opened his mouth slowly, and said lightly: "Miss Yuko, I think maybe you haven't noticed at all, I have been..."

"I know very well." Yuko Komiyayama lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, as if talking to herself or telling him.

"You have the heart for me, but I don't want you to do this kind of thing for me at all. I think if I can make a recipe that doesn't need to be modified by the teacher with all my heart, then it will be my greatest satisfaction."

Nishitani Hiroaki's face was flushed, and despair was revealed in his eyes.

"Mr. Xigu." Xie Chen said suddenly: "Actually, this behavior of yours was not out of good intentions at all, it was just an excuse and excuse for you to commit crimes wholeheartedly."

Nishitani Hiroaki opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, the words were stuck in his throat, he sighed softly, and lowered his head.

Subsequently, the police took Nishitani Hiroaki away.

Yoshitomo Kamimori is dead, and the cooking class has disappeared, but they still have a French meal under the help of three other ladies, after all, Kogoro Mori came for this.

Mao Lilan found a cooking class again, but because the tuition was too expensive, no matter what, Mo Li Kogoro refused.

On weekend nights, they had to gather at the dinner table to watch TV. At this time, a detective TV series was playing on the TV, and it was time for the audience to guess the murderer.

"Son, son." Mao Lilan put down her job, "The murderer must be his son."

"Idiot." Mori Kogoro put on a seasoned look, "His son is just a cover, but the real culprit should be the victim's wife."

Mao Lilan cut it, and turned to Xie Chen: "Xie Chen, who do you think the murderer is?"

Xie Chen swallowed a mouthful of fish sushi and said with a smile, "I think it's my son too."

Mao Lilan showed off to his father: "Look, Xie Chen also chose him.".

Mori Kogoro dismissed it, "What do children know, you don't know the situation at all." He also burped, showing his confidence.

The detective on the TV spoke slowly: "The murderer, little boss, should be you, right?"

Mao Lilan cheered, and Mori Kogoro almost dropped his jaw in shock. The fishbone almost got stuck in his throat. He muttered softly, "How is this possible? I remember the last time I saw it..."

Mao Lilan said: "The script of the Detective Zuowen series is changed every time, so the murderer is different every time. It is because of this that this drama is worth watching."

His first fame was defeated by two children. Thinking about it, he couldn't hold back his face, so Kogoro Mori used the remote control to change the channel in a fit of anger.

The reporter immediately aroused Mao Lilan's dissatisfaction, "What are you doing, Dad."

Mori Kogoro clenched the remote control tightly and snorted, "What's so great about that kind of detective, it's boring."

"Hurry up and dial to that station. After a while, Zuo Wenwen will draw out the knife and say a word of instruction to the murderer." Mao Lilan stood up and wanted to grab it.

"I'm not calling."

"Give me the remote quickly."