As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

What I said shocked everyone, after all, the searcher I designated does not belong to the police force—well, it just doesn't belong to it on the surface.

However, under the Conan worldview you know, detectives—especially Maori detective forces = police forces, so the Megure Police Department has no doubts about the possibility of collusion between me and An Sir.

Of course, the agreement of the Megure Police Department did not completely convince everyone.

"But... the relationship between Mr. Furuya and Mr. Amuro seems to be very good. Didn't they really know each other before? If they knew each other, wouldn't it be possible to... fake it?" The speaker was Miss Keiko, Her hands were still trembling slightly, and she hid her body behind the door frame, as if unwilling to step into this room with the dead.

"Brother Amuro and Brother Fugu are meeting for the first time today, right?" Conan cast a vague glance at Toru Amuro.

According to the current clues, Conan does not recognize me as the murderer—especially after Uncle Maori identified me.According to my investigation, the Suzuki train case report has been written on the Internet, so Bourbon's identity must be confirmed by Conan, but I don't know if Conan has discovered the true identity of An Sir Hongfang.

I don't have enough clues, so naturally I can't give an accurate answer.

"Of course, today I am here with Mr. Mori to investigate Miss Okino's commission. I just met and chatted with Mr. Furutani just now." I noticed that Sir An's words avoided Miss Keiko's question about "knowledge in the past." "topic of.

It seems to be working, he has serious doubts about my identity.

Uncle Mao Li was very satisfied with this disciple who kept giving him money and greatly satisfied his vanity, so as the main detective who identified me as the murderer, he also agreed to the request of Sir An to search him.

Of course, a detailed body search would not be carried out in this place where everyone can see. After all, a detailed body search would inevitably require undressing, and there are girls in this room.

Although Mr. Hasegawa, who knows the rehearsal venue better, said that it is completely possible to check in the small dressing room in the dressing room, but I am not willing.

I need a quieter space to line up with Sir An.

Therefore, the professional dressing room next door is more suitable.

After entering the room, Sir An locked the door with his backhand.

I pretended not to notice his movements, and took off the sweater on my own, "Amuro-kun, do you want to check this first?"

When I took off the single clothes, what was exposed was not my chest, but the wrapped bandages. I learned the spirit of Zaizi to cover up the scars on my chest that could not be concealed.

The last time I opened the door while sleepy in the hotel, I was too careless. Fortunately, the open bathrobe was tilted to the right, so the chest with obvious scars on the left was not exposed, otherwise this would undoubtedly become a foreshadowing of exposure.

So after that, I didn't even take off the bandages even when I was sleeping, fully displaying the bandage spirit of "Dazai-sama".

In the room, Sir An also put down that extremely friendly mask for the time being. Although he didn't have Lububen's face, he still felt an inexplicable coldness.He didn't take my clothes, but asked instead, "Isn't it the first time Jianggu-jun and I have met, why would Jianggu-jun ask me to do a body search?"

When he spoke, the accent undoubtedly fell on "the first time".

"It's just that Amuro-kun has a kind face, which makes it easier for me to explain—" I said, turning out the inside of the sweater,

Of course, I took off my clothes not just to show off the bandages, but to take out the lancet hidden inside the sweater—is my position tricky?

The slender and sharp lancet flicked in my nimble hand, "It's easier to explain this."

An sir's expression tightened, "There is a bandage on his chest, is Lord Jianggu injured, or—is there any other reason?"

"It's just a habit, just like some people like to wear necklaces, there is no special reason." I held the open side of the blade with my fingers and handed him the handle.

"Just take out this thing so straightforwardly, is Jiang Gu-kun trying to say that Mr. Rokujo's death is really related to you?" He didn't pick up my lancet. It is very easy to collect fingerprints on such a smooth surface. Yes, he who has been vigilant will not leave such a loophole.

I had no choice but to take the lancet back, "With Amuro-kun's eyesight, it should not be difficult to find that Mr. Rokujo's wound was not caused by the lancet, but if this thing is found by the police, it will inevitably take a while to explain, so That's why I want to ask Amuro-kun to help."

"Could it be that Mr. Jiang Gu thinks that I will help you deceive the police?" He took my sweater, and with my observation ability, I can naturally feel the very subtle movements of his hands.

He was checking my clothes for hidden pockets.

"Of course I'm not lying, I'm just omitting unnecessary parts, after all I really don't have a "weapon" on me, right? "I buttoned my shirt.

He looked at my face, as if he wanted to understand my purpose, but in terms of performance, the current me is still impeccable, after all, I have long been prepared.

"Then... Mr. Jiang Gu, can you answer a question for me?"

"If I can answer it."

"Why me?" He subconsciously squeezed the fabric of his clothes tightly with his hand. "Aren't there many other options? For example, Officer Takagi, from what Conan said, the two of you should be very familiar."

"I will choose Amuro-kun for the same reason that Amuro-kun would choose me." I straightened the collar of my shirt, looked up at Sir Anshi with a smile rich in Asahi.

He froze for a moment, and something very strong seemed to surge out of his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, as if it had never appeared before.

He said cautiously, "The same reason?"

"How should I put it, it's just—" I poked my cheek with my index finger, "Is it the feeling of 'like old friends at first sight'? "

"Then how did Mr. Jiang Gu confirm that I would feel this way?"

"It was Amuro-kun who told me." I smiled and didn't continue.

An sir also tacitly didn't ask any more questions, but kept his guess in his heart.Then, he handed me the sweater and walked out first.

"After searching the body, I didn't find anything suspicious about Mr. Jianggu. It's been so long since Mr. Mao Li has found new clues. Mr. Jianggu tidy up his clothes, so come back quickly." Sir An said on his back. After speaking to me, he left the locker room.

I laughed, the first level was passed.

My little script can be regarded as the official first step.

I touched my chest, my little heart was beating.After all, this should be the first time I officially wrote a script by myself. When I was in Hokage, even if I consciously designed some plots according to my own wishes, they basically developed along the flow and changed according to the situation.

But this time, because of this peculiar way of time travel—of course, it may also be influenced by the brainwashing setting, I have a strong feeling of wanting to make trouble.

After all, there may be many times in the future. I want to try it out once and make a complete character set according to my own script.

The first step of the Long March, I finally took it.

I flattened the folds on the coat, and the relaxed spirit after An sir left allowed my five senses to return to their normal state. Immediately afterwards, a faint smell of blood entered my nasal cavity.

Is it my smell?

Yes, but not quite.

The source of the smell is a bit complicated, there are at the door, outside the door, on me, but more importantly, it is also in this room.

The place where the case happened is next door. How can there be bloody smell here?

Judging by the amount of bleeding on the dressing table, it must be the first scene.

I looked up, looked at the clothes hanging all over the room, and suddenly figured it out.

With such a large amount of bleeding, as long as he was in front of him, he would definitely be stained with blood. In a hurry, he wanted to solve the clues on his body. The best way was of course to go to the next door to change clothes.

In such a large dressing room, there are at least three figures of clothes in it, and there are all kinds of costumes, some of which are even deliberately painted with bloodstains. It will be associated with the case.

In this way, as long as the evidence is dragged over, there will be enough time to solve it later.But here, it is difficult to find one more dress and one less dress.

My nose is not sharp enough to find the specific location of the clothes by relying on a little smell in so many clothes.

Maybe in an ideal state, but now that I'm used to the smell of blood, I can't do it.

However, something can be inferred.

As I said before, the scene looks more like a passionate murder. The prisoner’s behavior happened suddenly, and he was not psychologically prepared. Normal people will have weird behaviors after killing—especially after passionate killing.

But one man deftly disguised the eerie tension by using other events.

It is worth thinking that only the prisoner knows that there is a piece of decisive evidence in this room, so this person will not want someone to enter this room indiscriminately, in case the flaw is discovered...

Thinking of this, I have basically solved the case, and the chain of evidence is complete enough.

Returning from the dressing room to the dressing room, I immediately saw that Uncle Maori used his own secret technique, the Maori elimination method.

"I understand, I understand, the prisoner is you—Masahiro Sasaki!"

I heard the name as soon as I entered the door, and after reacting for a while, I realized that this is not a member of the same band. I went to the toilet for 3 minutes on the way, and I put it in the suspect group of suspect C.

"What are you talking about! I don't have time to commit crimes at all!"

"No, you have." Uncle Mao Li had a confident face, showing his style with one hand in his pocket, "Actually, before you officially went to the rehearsal at the front desk, you had already had a dispute with Mr. Liujo. The evidence is Mr. Liujo's messy clothes and your Then, in a hurry, you killed him. In order to avoid suspicion, you must have used some kind of camouflage device, and then took advantage of the time to go to the bathroom to quickly deal with it, and then exposed the body. Finally, go back as if nothing happened, just wait It would be great if the body was found!"

At first glance, it seems reasonable.

But it doesn't really stand up to scrutiny.

"I just go back to the toilet every time I start to perform! Besides, although I had an argument with Liujo, it was a few hours ago. Even the sloppy person has already rehearsed once, isn't it Can't he even tidy up his clothes by himself!" Masahiro Sasaki retorted loudly, "I've never made any other devices, so is this how famous detectives make wild guesses and testify randomly?!"

What he said made Uncle Maori feel a little embarrassed.

"Indeed, I also think that Mr. Sasaki will not be the murderer. Mr. Rokujo was the last person to touch up his makeup. Because of his sweaty physique, it caused serious makeup to come off. The other members of the orchestra went to the front desk together. It should be You can use mutual alibi. Finally, after putting on Mr. Rokujo’s make-up, I went to the front desk with the make-up. At that time, I confirmed that Mr. Rokujo was still alive, so the criminal should have committed the crime after I left here.” I entered the door Added, according to the clues I have now, "Although Mr. Rokujo's clothes are messy, he has no new defensive injuries, so compared to fighting, I think Mr. Rokujo didn't raise any vigilance against this prisoner." Come on, so there is no trace of resistance at all."

"There must be a relationship of trust between the prisoner and Mr. Liujo. The only strange thing is—if they are familiar enough, why are Mr. Liujo's clothes so messy?"