Ke Xue world is not scientific.

Conan: "???"

who am i where am i

Am I breaking the rules of heaven today?

I am wronged! !

Conan squatted down with his head in his arms, just in time to see the bright red blood on the soles of Hojo Hatsuho's feet.

How did this happen?

Was it touched just now... No, she didn't go in.

"Dad, why are you hitting Conan again?" Mao Lilan was very dissatisfied with her father's behavior.

The confused detective simply changed the subject, "At present, there is only one possibility, and that is that the young master killed the master out of some motive, and after returning to the video room, his conscience was disturbed, and he chose to commit suicide."

"Teacher, the secret room method...and if you commit suicide, it is impossible for the knife to fall in that kind of place."

Yusuke Suzuki couldn't bear it anymore, and reminded him.

Damon Kayoko on the side pointed directly at Daimon Yoshiro, "You are the only one with vested interests now, and you just want to be the president of Daimon Industry!"

"You don't want to spout blood, there are no footprints on the ground where I walked from the main house to the wing!"

"That doesn't have Kazuki's footprints either."

Damen Longzi continued to babble.

"Grandma," Conan asked, thinking that this was the only witness, "does that samurai have a knife in his hand?"

"Well..." Damen Longzi recalled, "I don't think he has a knife in his left hand, but I don't know if he holds it in his right hand."

"Why are you asking such insignificant questions..." Mori Kogoro gave Conan a sideways look, and then continued to think about the possibility of suicide.

Damn it, the key points mentioned by my disciples completely erased the possibility of suicide, but if it was homicide, how should the footprints be explained?

At this time, Conan jumped off the sofa to show off his cuteness, "It's not fun to think about such a difficult problem, I'm going out to play in the snow."

"Hey! Stay here honestly!" Mori Kogoro got up and chased after him, "What time is it, you still want to play, damn it, why isn't Xiao Ai the one staying at my house!?"

Chapter 174 Finally Understand Conan's Pain

Conan was suffocated, isn't this too hurtful?

Then he was arrested by Mori Kogoro.

"Really, you're running around when you're not paying attention."

Although his heart was severely injured, Conan still reminded him, "Look, uncle, all my footprints are gone, what happened?"

"What nonsense are you talking about again?" Mori Kogoro looked down and was shocked, "Could it be that the murderer...Conan, you kid has made great achievements again!"

After speaking, he hurried back to the main house.

again?

Conan's nose was sore, it turned out that the confused detective still remembered him!

it is good!

Just taking this opportunity, he can investigate again!

......

When Conan came back, Mori Kogoro was identifying Daimon Yoshiro as the murderer.

Uncle still can't do it.

Aim and fire!

This time Mori Kogoro sat on the sofa, which was very convenient. Suzuki Yusuke subconsciously dodged when he heard the faint sound of breaking through the air.

"Mr. Mori!?"

The members of Damen's family were a little confused when they saw this posture.

"Actually, what I just said is just a pretense to let the murderer take precautions. My reasoning is only half done."

Conan leaned back on the sofa and began to reason.

"what do you mean?"

Hearing this, Hatsuho Hojo was a little anxious, why did this change his mind.

"The murderer who killed the master was indeed like what I said just now. He walked from the back door to the wing in ordinary flat shoes, and then returned to the main house wearing armor and stepping on his footprints."

"To be able to do this kind of thing, in fact, everyone except Mrs. Longzi can do it."

"I deduce that the kind of wound on the master's body will inevitably spray blood on the murderer, but there is no blood on that armor."

"Therefore, after killing the master, the murderer put on his armor and entered the audio-visual room to kill the young master."

"And none of us heard screams or anything like that last night, so we can speculate that the young master was in a coma or a deep sleep at that time."

"Then, Miss Hatsui who made coffee for the young master, you are very suspicious."

Hojo Hatsuho immediately retorted, "But the door of that room already has a strong sound insulation effect, so it's normal if you can't hear any movement."

"But there were no traces of fighting at the scene," Conan continued, "Moreover, it happened on a special day like yesterday, and the meaning contained in it is what we need to pay attention to."

"Madame Longzi, the warrior you saw last night didn't hold a knife in his hand, right?"

After getting a response, Conan sat cross-legged on the ground, "Actually, it's not that he doesn't have a knife in his hand, but the knife on the right side of his body cannot be seen from your room."

"That means the killer was a left-hander."

Several people subconsciously looked at Damen Lianglang, he is left-handed.

Suzuki Yusuke couldn't help complaining in his heart. After watching Conan, 90% of the world's left-handers are TM in Japan.

He simply opened his mouth to assist, "Miss Hatsui also used her left hand when she handed me coffee just now."

"I did use my left hand just now," Hatsuho Hojo looked at Suzuki Yusuke, "but I can't prove anything by holding the cup with my left hand."

"Besides, I have no reason to kill them at all."

Conan took over the conversation at the right time, "This is related to what I mentioned before, the meaning behind this incident, Xiaolan, there is a cabinet in Miss Hatsui's room, go and get the old photo frame inside."

After Mao Lilan left, Conan continued to exert pressure, attacking what Hojo Hatsuho said earlier from multiple angles, leaving the other party with no time to carefully consider his speech.

As soon as Mao Lilan came back, Conan directly directed everyone's attention to the photo frame again.

"Xiaolan, put the photo frame on the tea table for everyone to see."

"This is Ms. Hatsui and her father, right?" Daimon Yoshiro said in surprise after looking at it for a while, "This person...is the president who committed suicide in the newspaper!"

"Yes, that's Miss Hatsune's motive."

After a long silence, Hojo Hatsuho continued to argue, "The person who committed suicide was indeed my father. It is also true that I changed my name and surname to conceal my past in order to deceive others, but so what, what you said until now is just speculation! "

"Of course I have evidence."

Conan said lightly, and it was in the stove in the kitchen.

"It was actually found by Conan. He found a blood-stained coat in the stove, as well as the pair of white socks offered by Mrs. Longzi."

"This is framing!"

"The pair of white socks were not worn on the young master's feet. If the murderer didn't take the white socks for him to wear, why did the murderer take them away?"

"Miss Hatsuho, actually your left foot is injured, right? You don't seem to have bandaged the wound well, and it's still bleeding."

"I think that when you killed the master, you accidentally broke the cup and your foot was stabbed. In order to prevent the blood on the armor shoes, you put those white socks on."

"It's too obvious to use a stove to eliminate the evidence in the middle of the night. When you wanted to burn them today, Xiao Lan went to help in the kitchen again. Do you have anything else to say?"

After a moment of silence, Hatsuho Hojo admitted the crime, "I must avenge my father."

"Miss Hatsuho, you avenge your father in this way, do you think your father will be happy? He will praise you for doing so very well?"

"What is attached to the armor is not General Hidetomo's undead soul, but your heart called revenge."

In the afternoon, the police arrived late, Suzuki Yusuke watched Hojo Hatsuho being taken into the police car, feeling a little complicated.

There is nothing wrong with Conan persuading people to be kind, but after he put himself in the position of Hojo Hatsuho, he still felt that he would do the same thing.

Perhaps Conan is more regretful that the other party did not choose to surrender after completing his revenge.

Suzuki Yusuke suddenly smiled, what are you thinking about so much?

In the blink of an eye, it was night again, and they had arrived at the hot spring place.

He and Mori Kogoro can sit, but Conan has a hard time, he has to stand, otherwise he will drown.

On the other side, Mao Lilan and Hui Yuanai didn't know what they were talking about, but they looked happy anyway.

The steaming heat and the snow scene around the mountains complement each other, and it feels very unusual.

Before he left, he exchanged phone numbers with Yoshiro Damon, and now there is indeed only one seedling left in Damen's family. It is estimated that no matter how unwilling the other party is, he will probably inherit the position of president.

After all, it is a family business, and it would never be reconciled if it fell into the hands of others.

After soaking in the hot spring, Hui Yuan Ai actually told him that he would sleep with Xiaolan tonight, how can the relationship between women progress so quickly?

Can't understand.

At night, Conan lifted the quilt, glanced at Mori Kogoro who was soundly asleep, and then at Suzuki Yusuke who was standing by the window smoking a cigarette.

"You can also feel my usual pain."

Conan walked to Yusuke Suzuki, and the moon was just shining outside the window.

"It's really painful, but you should have gotten used to it, why did you wake up?"

"I don't know...Are you going to sleep now?"

"I fell asleep naturally when I was too sleepy. According to the normal method, I probably won't be able to sleep today."

At three o'clock in the morning, Suzuki Yusuke looked at the ceiling and gritted his teeth. This was the first time he was dissatisfied with Mori Kogoro, and it was the first time that he wanted to kill him.

Too much torture!

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