Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"This is indeed a very interesting magic device, but it's a pity that it's made up."

"I am so disappointed in your police's ability to handle cases. You actually took the fantasy stories of young people as real!!"

The woman looked at them with a sinister smile and had already opened the champagne in advance.

"It's the two paint cans."

The familiar male voice came from the phone.

"The murderer used two paint cans placed next to the window to push the victim downstairs."

Conan walked towards the crowd step by step, holding his cell phone.

"This voice? Is that Kudo Shinichi?" Megure asked tentatively.

"That's him. I called Shinichi-nii to tell him about this case, and he said he knew."

Conan excitedly handed the phone to Officer Megure.

"But... then what? How did the murderer use the paint can? Kudo? Kudo?!"

Megure asked anxiously, no longer able to hold back his desire to get off work.

Conan ran to the corner, took out another mobile phone, and answered using the voice-changing microphone.

And all of this was part of Baijiu's plan. In the dark crack of the door, a pair of eyes were silently watching Conan.

"There's a lot of paint spilled underneath the window, right? And there's evidence of something being placed on it."

"Please try placing two paint cans horizontally along the traces."

Conan acted like his boss, so Officer Megure and Officer Takagi obediently put the paint cans underneath and found that they matched perfectly!

"Now, please use your feet to hold down the two paint cans on both sides, move the wheelchair backwards, and then move towards the window again."

Takagi and Megure obediently followed Kudo's instructions.

"Okay, what about the wheelchair?"

"Just let me help!"

Sera pushed the wheelchair backwards, as if deliberately looking for Conan's direction with her peripheral vision.

Conan used his height advantage to hide behind two boxes, covering himself tightly.

It's so small that you can't even see it.

"Can we start from here, Kudo?" Sera said loudly.

"I wasn't at the scene, so I really have no way of judging." Conan reacted quickly and immediately guessed that Sera was setting a trap for him.

"That's true. I almost forgot. Well, I'll move the wheelchair forward." Sera gave an intriguing smile.

"The wheelchair carrying the deceased came out of the elevator on the sixth floor and headed towards the window."

"When the wheelchair's tripod hit a paint can that was fixed to the corner with paint--"

I saw the dummy leap from the air and fall straight to the ground.

"So the wheelchair tripod would slide under the paint can, the wheelchair would tip forward, and the armrest would hit the wall, which would throw the victim out of the window."

"Then, after confirming that the victim had fallen to his death before his eyes, he pretended to see a suspicious figure on the roof and made up an excuse to go up to the roof."

"Take this opportunity to have the elevator on the sixth floor go down to the first floor."

"In this way, the fishing line tied between the wheels of the electric wheelchair will be pulled by the force and will turn and reverse."

"It moved towards the elevator and finally hit the elevator door with great force, causing the fishing line to be stretched 30 centimeters shorter."

"The rubber band hooked to the mirror on the inside of the elevator will stretch and break."

"So when the murderer entered the elevator, there should have been nothing left inside."

"Next, just wait until the elevator reaches the roof, then make up an excuse and press the buttons for the second and sixth floors before coming out."

"In this way, it will be the same as when we came here. The elevator door will open on the sixth floor, allowing the wheelchair to come in automatically, and then exit on the second floor."

"Even if it was discovered by the police afterwards, they would only see an electric wheelchair that continued to move for unknown reasons far away from the scene of the incident."

"By the way, let me tell you, when Conan and the others reached the window, the paint can was not fixed to the corner below the window."

"It was the impact of the wheelchair tripod that caused the paint can to come loose from the corner of the wall, and the reaction force of the wheelchair turning backwards probably knocked the paint can open."

"If we can find fibers from the victim's clothes that the murderer wore, we should be able to solve the case."

"Because if a woman wants to move an adult man to a wheelchair, she must lift his body up with all her strength to do so."

"Or, the person accused of being the mastermind of the fraud may hug you, a family member of the victim, after reaching a settlement."

"If you say so, then of course it's a different matter."

Kudo Shinichi spoke elegantly.

"If I told such a disgusting lie! I would rather confess it now!!"

The woman's face turned red, veins popped out, her eyes were fierce, and she clenched her fists and punched the wall.

"I did it! I personally put that damn guy in a wheelchair and made him go to hell to report in person!!"

"Then... the ghost news circulating in the annex was also caused by you testing this killing device."

Inspector Megure looked at her in surprise.

"No, I just happened to think of putting a couple of paint cans under the window that guy broke."

"I was not the one who repeatedly tested the unmanned wheelchair. I went to that person's room once before and he told me to see that scene."

"The electric wheelchair with no one in it came out of the empty elevator by itself."

"Could it be...could it be that the victim himself set up this mechanism?" Takagi blinked, somewhat incredulous.

"Yes, he used the phone to ask his companion to help him control the elevator. After hanging up the phone, he told me with a smile."

"This is the old ghost's plan to drive away all the annoying media reporters and guests of this annex!!"

"That's why I let that bad guy sit in that wheelchair!"

"To let that heartless bastard understand the pain and helplessness my father felt when he came to ask for help despite the inconvenience of being in a wheelchair!"

She knelt on the ground, crying and covering her head.

Shira stared at the criminal silently.

Conan shook his head and sighed, hung up the phone and put the voice changer back in his pocket.

"Kudo, this criminal is really abominable."

"Yes, but no matter how abominable it is, you have no right to deprive others of their lives."

Conan pursed his lips, still thinking about the case just now.

Suddenly Conan was stunned, and quickly turned his head. His back was soaked with cold sweat, and he looked at the white wine behind him with shock.

When he was about to raise the anesthetic needle, Baijiu covered it with his hand and made a hushing gesture.

Cover Conan's mouth with his hand.

He picked up the recorder and played the conversation just now.

"Kudou, this criminal is really despicable."

"yes."