Conan: Money is Almighty

“Not so!” Doi quickly shook his head, he suddenly looked grim, and pointed the spearhead at the field that was eating melons on the side: “If you really want to say this!” In fact, Tian Suo has the motive to kill Torakura! ”

“You don’t talk nonsense!” Tasho was also angry.

“What do you say?” Mori Kogoro asked.

“Because for so many years, the writers behind Torakura are all Tiansho!” Doi said with a pout.

“What?” Everyone was shocked.

“What’s so strange about that? Don’t you feel that Torakura has recently started writing fantasy hero novels? This is because the person behind his scenes is actually Tiansho! Doi said loudly.

“Really? Mr. Tasho. Mori Kogoro asked, looking at Tasho.

Tian Suo sighed and nodded gently: “Indeed, over the years, the writers behind the teachers have all been me!” But I can’t kill the teacher’s reason! ”

“Reason?”

“Yes! My sister, who is ten years younger than me, had kidney problems at birth, and her parents hoped that she would die quickly, but Mr. Torakura funded my sister’s medical treatment, and he promised that as long as I ghostwrote for him, he could cover all my sister’s medical expenses! ”

“Is that so?” Mori Kogoro nodded as he listened, “In this way, if Mr. Tasho kills Torakura, it means that your sister will also be implicated.” ”

“This Hucang didn’t expect to be really a vampire!” Minami said unevenly, and then she asked, “By the way, Mr. Tasho, the poem that Torakura wrote for us couldn’t have been written by you for him, right?” ”

Tasho nodded silently.

“Really!” Minami complained.

“Uncle Maori has no oil painting on this wooden peg!” Conan pointed to the wooden spikes on Torakura and said.

“So what?” Maori Kogoro snorted disdainfully.

“But the wooden nail that Sister Xiaolan and I saw in the storage room smelled of oil paintings! I think Brother Miyamoto noticed this at that time, right? Conan set his gaze on Miyamoto Han’s body.

“You little devil! Give me a little quiet! Maori Kogoro raised his fist in his hand, and turned his head to look at Xiaolan again: “Xiaolan, didn’t you tell you?” Call this imp to sleep! Don’t bother us here! ”

“I said, but Conan doesn’t know when he ran out again?” Xiaolan said apologetically, casting a reproachful look at Conan: “You kid, it’s true, you don’t sleep so late, be careful not to grow tall!” ”

Conan rolled his eyes helplessly, he didn’t care about whether he grew tall, and now the question he cared about most was when he would be able to find the black-clothed organization and find the antidote!

“Actually, the Edogawa child is right!” Miyamoto Han stepped forward and said to everyone: “The wooden nail I saw in the collection room at that time smelled of oil painting, but the wooden nail here did not have this smell!” ”

When Conan heard Miyamoto Han say this, he immediately showed an expression of “I said I said I was right”.

“Uncle Maori and everyone here, I already know who the murderer is! The real culprit is indeed among us! ”

“What? Han, you already know? Maori Kogoro asked in shock.

“Yes, sorry Uncle Maori, this time I will solve the case.” Miyamoto pushed his glasses.

“Finally replaced with a reliable person?” Hamura laughed, “Okay, let’s listen!” ”

Doi also asked, “Mr. Miyamoto, do you really already know?” ”

Miyamoto nodded, “Of course!” ”

“Then please hurry up!”

Miyamoto paused for a moment before continuing: “Let me first explain why the oil painting on the wooden nails smells, in fact, there are two wooden nails from the beginning!” ”

“Two? It can’t be, right? Doi said in disbelief.

“How is it impossible?” Miyamoto Han took out a wooden nail exactly like Mr. Torakura from behind him, and stretched it out in front of everyone.

“You see, this wooden nail and Mr. Torakura’s wooden nail are very interesting, right? Actually, I found it in the library, and the murderer prepared two wooden spikes from the beginning! ”

“Alright! Even so, then how did the murderer steal the wooden nails in the hiding room? Hamura asked.

“It’s simple! Only a ladder is needed. ”

“Ladder?”

“Yes, the reason why there are such strange traces on the top of the corridor is actually the traces of the ladder leaning on it, and you only need to set the ladder between the entrance and the storage room on the first floor, and you can pass.”

“But I checked the windows in the storage room, and they were all locked! Right? Miss Xiaolan? Tian Suo looked at Xiaolan to the side.

Xiao Lanne nodded: “Yes, Han, we all seemed to see that the window was closed at that time!” ”

“It’s not that hard!” Miyamoto Han pushed his glasses, “All it takes is a small branch!” ”

“Twigs?”

“Yes, just by sticking the branch between the brake locks, you can make the window look as if it is locked, but in fact, with a gentle pull from the outside, the lock will open!” Miyamoto said with a smile.

“This is true, but the position from the window to the wooden nail is as long as one meter, how did the murderer get the wooden nail?” Tasho asked again.

“You know very well!” Miyamoto said with a smile.

“Of course not!” Tian Suo quickly shook his head, “I just guessed that it was about that long!” ”

Miyamoto Han did not continue to joke with him, he continued: “All you need is a big pair of scissors!” Mr. Tasho, the kind of large scissors you use to trim trees during the day can do it, and if you add the length of your arm, you can reach the wooden nails, right? ”

“But Mr. Miyamoto, none of us have been to the screening room during that time, how did you kill Torakura?” Hamura asked, “If you don’t explain this, there is no evidence!” ”

“Yes?” Miyamoto Han laughed, “Mr. Hamura, your memory is not good yet!” Haven’t any of us ever walked through the hall and been to the screening room? ”

“What?” Hamura’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes! The real murderer is you, Mr. Tasho! Miyamoto pointed at Tasho and said, “At that time, only you passed through the hall, and you brought a movie and wine to Mr. Torakura!” ”

“What??” Everyone looked at the field with their heads buried in shock.

Tian Suo was silent and did not say a word.

Hamura next to him glanced at Tasho and said to Miyamoto Han: “Even if this is the case, then why are there footprints in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the screening room?” ”