Conan: I'm definitely a blackmailer!

"After the murder, you casually stuffed the bed sheet into the closet in the wing room."

"When I was in the wing room, I saw a corner of the bed sheet sticking out of the closet."

"These...are all your guesses!"

Although a trace of panic flashed across Hojo Hatsuho's eyes, she still tried to defend herself.

"That dead president is indeed my father, and I did change my name and conceal my identity to cover up my tracks!"

"But what can this do?"

"This doesn't prove that I'm the murderer of the master and the eldest son, right?"

Perhaps because she felt that Maori Kogoro really couldn't have any evidence...

Hojo Hatsuho couldn't help but grit her teeth, and her tone gradually became stronger.

Yes!

All this is just Kogoro Maori's guess, there is absolutely no way to convict himself!

"I will say it directly, of course I have evidence--!"

Conan curled his lips slightly and said without hesitation.

"The evidence... is in the stove in the kitchen."

"In fact, Conan found a piece of bloodstained clothes in the stove in the kitchen, and--"

"The pair of white socks that Mrs. Ryuko had offered in front of General Hidetomo's armor!"

"Even if it's these, what can it prove?"

"Maybe the real murderer deliberately threw the things in the kitchen just to frame me!"

"Anyway, the kitchen is not a hidden place..."

"No matter who it is, there is a chance to hide the things there!"

Hojo Hatsuho couldn't help but grit her teeth and said fiercely.

In fact, Hojo Hatsuho was already a little flustered.

Mainly because she really didn't expect that Maori Kogoro would actually find something that she had hidden so secretly...

"No, in fact, only you can do this!"

Conan's eyes couldn't help but flicker, and his tone suddenly became stern and asked back.

"The pair of white socks that Madam Ryuko offered disappeared out of thin air."

"I even checked Master Kazuki's feet at the time and confirmed that the white socks were not on Master Kazuki's feet."

"If the socks were not meant for the eldest master...why did the murderer take the socks away?"

"Finally, they were hidden in the stove?"

"Uh..."

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. Regarding this point——

No one really guessed it.

After all, the murderer's inexplicable behavior looks like a pervert who steals socks!

"Ms. Hatsuho, if I remember correctly--"

"Your feetAfter all, he was injured, right?"

Conan didn't care too much about everyone's reaction, but changed the subject--

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The tone suddenly became calm and he talked about another seemingly irrelevant topic.......

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"He hadn't bandaged it properly yet, and was discovered by Ye Fei. ”

Hearing this, the eyes of several people subconsciously stayed on Ye Fei for a moment.

Especially Hojo Hatsuho, that look... was as if she wanted to eat Ye Fei!

Ye Fei didn't care much about the eyes of the crowd, just nodded slightly.

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"If I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid that when you killed the drunk master--"

"You accidentally dropped the bottle on the ground, and finally stepped on the fragments by accident..."

"If you wear armor in this situation, blood will definitely stain the shoes of the armor!"

"So, you put on the white socks offered by Mrs. Longzi."

"Then, put on the shoes of the armored warrior. ”

“Finally, put the bloody coat and white socks into the stove.”

Conan didn’t really care about the reactions of the crowd.

He just narrowed his eyes slightly and deduced the process of Hojo Hatsuho’s plan in a serious tone.

“Because it would be too obvious to open the fire in the middle of the night.”

“So you thought of finding a chance to burn it the next day…”

“But, I didn’t expect Xiaolan to prepare coffee for you, and you lost an opportunity!” Daodao.