No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Using his body as cover, he quickly tucked the diary disk into the left sleeve.

At the same time, he took out another magnetic disk with unknown contents from the travel bag, and put it back in front of Officer Mumu.

As a result, it creates the illusion of returning to the original place.

"I don't have a good throat, let Conan come."

"No problem, Suzuki-san."

His voice was milky and full of confidence.

Now that someone knows the truth, Conan is much more convenient to do things.

There is no need to hide behind the sofa and talk like a ventriloquist master after anesthetizing Kogoro Maori as before.

"The murderer's modus operandi was very simple, first wrapping Mr. Itakura with the blanket in the room.

Then use the rope provided by yourself, wrap it layer by layer, and finally fix it to the table with tape.

After Mr. Itakura suffered a heart attack, he died due to lack of medicine.

The murderer returned to the scene after a few days, removed the fingerprints, and followed the others back to the scene.

Although his technique is very clever, but it ignores the key information. "

"Key information, what is that?"

"Officer Megumi, don't you think it's strange? Why does Mr. Itakura have sock marks on his left foot but not his right?"

The Mumu Police Department is as usual, with a very popular attribute:

"why?"

"Because Mr. Itakura left key information with his right foot after he woke up."

Conan doesn't pretend anymore, all under the guise of Suzuki Qiaoqiao:

"Brother Suzuki said that the deceased placed this chessboard with his right foot while his arms were immobilized. You only need to look at the black pieces to know the specific meaning."

"Oh?"

Everyone gathered together and studied it carefully.

Xubeklu of the Go Game Company was the first to notice something was wrong:

"This chess game is indeed a bit strange. If it is a captured piece, it should be taken out. If you only look at black pieces, what does it mean?"

Naito stared at the chessboard and explained word by word:

"The murderer who killed me was Soma, and the evidence is his watch."

After he finished reading, everyone's eyes converged.

"My God, Soma, are you really a murderer?"

"I'm the murderer? How is it possible!"

Soma Longjie laughed angrily, still unable to hide the panic in his expression:

"It was just the two of you in the room. Who knows if you put it on purpose? If you want to frame the blame, please think of a better reason. In this case, I can only call a lawyer."

"Cough, Conan is right, the murderer is you."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao cleared his throat and glanced at the red light on the opponent's hand:

"According to the three of you, it was because it was discovered that Mr. Itakura had been missing for many days, that he hired Kogoro Mouri to find him here.

This means that you have not had direct contact with the deceased for a week.

Now, regardless of whether the content of the chessboard is true or false, check your watch for fingerprints.

As long as there is, you can conclude that you are the real murderer! "

The Mumu Police Department nodded, feeling very reasonable:

"That's right, you haven't seen each other for a week. By the time we meet, Mr. Itakura has become a corpse.

No matter how he explained it, he would never touch Mr. Soma's watch.

Please hand this over to the survey team for fingerprint extraction and verification.

If there are no relevant fingerprints, I will replace the Suzuki consultant and apologize to you. "

Soma Ryusuke knew that he could not avoid it, and grinned bitterly:

"Well, just investigate, there should be a lot of Itakura's fingerprints on it.

At that time, I quietly added sleeping pills to the wine while his whole mind was on the watch.

The next steps to kill, as you said, use towels, rope and tape to immobilize the person.

After Itakura died of illness, he would come back to clean up the scene. "

He shook his head and began to explain the motive for the killing:

"Twenty years ago, I was a young boy who had just entered the industry, and Itakura was an unknown game designer.

The two of us met through a job, and we talked very much about each other, and wanted to design a shogi software that could beat all the famous players.

A few days ago, I managed to find his address and came here, only to be mocked by Itakura.

He said that people should look forward and not be limited to those rigid things.

In order to make this software, I have been collecting chess games played by all famous players for 20 years.

I just want to see this software available one day.

In the end, all his efforts were rendered worthless by him.

How many 20 years can a person have in his life?

Do you know how I got here in the past 20 years?

Itakura also pretended to lie, saying that the time was right.

In order to fulfill my dreams, I borrowed money everywhere to invest.

Unexpectedly, he just wanted to escape the country with this money, and had no plans to make software at all.

I really couldn't hold back, so I had the intention of killing Itakura.

However, we have used 20 years to test each other, after all, it is a bit too long.

Once the two places are separated, whether it is a person's heart or a dream, it will change.

If I could start my life again, I would like to go back to my youth 20 years ago. "

Soma Ryusuke lowered his head and took the initiative to stretch out his hands:

"I killed Itakura, take me away."

[The murderer pleads guilty and falls under the law! 】

【Points earned: 100】

【Current remaining points: 3200】

In the sleeve of Suzuki Qiaoqiao's left hand, there is a diary disk hidden.

Seeing that the Mumu police department escorted Soma Ryusuke to leave, he followed closely behind.

At the same time, he gave Conanby a 666 gesture, implying that he would contact him later.

After listening to the confession of the suspect, Mao Lilan was emotionally touched.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes, as if thinking of Kudo Shinichi who was two places away.

Shinichi, Shinichi, when will you be back?

……

Chapter 294 The Little Horse-drawn Cart

After the murder case was solved, the group came to the downstairs of the Rice Flower Hotel.

As for the confession, it must be Kogoro Maori and two other game company employees.

Suzuki Joe Bridge is the staff of the Metropolitan Police Department, the light of the police.

Even if he was at the scene when the murder occurred, no police officer would ask him to take a statement.

Before you know it, night falls.

Small snowflakes drifted, adding a chill.

After Suzuki Qiaoqiao said goodbye to everyone, he took a taxi and left.

Taku Itakura's diary disk was hidden in his left sleeve.

Gotta go home early and check what's inside.

After screening, determine the specific value of the diary, and then selectively reveal it to Conan.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao must first ensure that he cannot involve himself in it.

If necessary, you can also reveal some innocuous information to Gin.

As the saying goes, people walk by the river without getting their shoes wet.

A double-faced undercover agent who dances on a tightrope like him needs to be extra cautious.

Maori Xiaowulan threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, and ordered:

"Xiao Lan, Officer Mumu and I will go back to the police station to record a statement. It may take a while, so you can take a taxi and go back."

"Ah."

The two held hands and strolled down the crowded street.

In Room 2004, Conan saw Suzuki Qiaoqiao take away the diary disks with his own eyes.

Later, under the guise of playing electric toys, he said that if he stayed overnight at Dr. Agasa's house, he could go and find out.

Black Organization, here I come!

Suddenly, Mao Lilan stopped.