Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Strange, big brother, there is something stuck on your face." Conan took advantage of this brief gap.

Baijiu smiled faintly and muttered to himself: "This god of death has finally turned around. It seems that his IQ and brain are just so-so..."

"Where? Where?" Xiao Yang quickly stroked the right half of his face: "Is there something stuck on my face?"

"Look!" Conan pointed at Xiao Yang with a face that looked like he deserved a beating. "When someone says that you have something stuck on your face, you will unconsciously touch your cheek with your hand."

"Yuanta, you touched it just now, too."

"Yeah." Yuan Tai replied stupidly, "Because I want to know what's stuck on my face and how big it is."

"But you didn't do that at the time, big brother." Conan replayed: "You were trying to avoid touching the words written by the water-based pen with your fingers, making the words blurry."

"I see." Officer Megure stared at Xiao Yang, his eyes full of murderous intent: "That's because you knew from the beginning the three words written on your face."

"It will become very important evidence!!"

"No, it's not." Xiao Yang hurriedly clarified, his eyes widened and cold sweat broke out on his face: "I really don't know anything, it's just my intuition."

"Yes, that was my intuition." Xiao Yang's nostrils flared slightly, and his lower lip trembled: "Xiao Li fell beside me with blood all over her head, so I was worried about my face."

"Maybe something stuck to it." Xiao Yang explained seriously to Officer Megure.

"Big brother." Conan folded the paper with the words on it and said, "Do you know what the words are?"

"Isn't this the word love?" Xiao Yang looked at Conan in surprise: "What's wrong with this word?"

"Eh?" Conan was shocked: "Can't you see it?"

He held it high up and explained in a coquettish voice: "This is what the murdered sister Xiaoli wrote when she signed autographs for fans at an event."

"The signature board was uploaded to the Internet, and this word LOVE was cut from it and enlarged." Conan explained with an innocent expression.

Huiyuan echoed, "I still remember when I showed you the words written on your face with my phone, you said something, and your tone was very resolute."

"Say it with certainty." Huiyuan imitated his tone: "Those are not the words written by the deceased sister."

Huiyuan said with disdain, "But you obviously don't even recognize her handwriting."

"Is... is it?" Xiao Yang's pupils trembled violently, and he leaned forward: "So this is Xiao Li's handwriting."

He said after the fact: "I knew it, it looks like her handwriting, that's what I wanted to say from the beginning." Xiao Yang suddenly had an idea: "And I wasn't wrong..."

Xiao Yang tried to calm his inner anxiety: "Because the word love written by Xiaoli is completely different from the word love on my face."

"So, I was so confused at the time that I didn't realize whether the word was written by Xiaoli. In fact, I knew it at a glance."

"Can you tell?"

"Yes." Xiao Yang patted his chest: "I can see it at a glance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bai Ge Tuan took out four similar-looking words of love and presented them to him. Conan raised his hand and gestured: "Then may I ask, which of these four words was written by Xiao Li?"

Xiao Yang remained silent, sweat dripping onto the ground.

"Brother, the words you saw on the phone are actually flipped left and right." Conan held up the frame: "But you immediately said that it was not Sister Xiaoli's handwriting."

"That...that's because..." Yang was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to start.

"Even if they are familiar words, it would be hard to tell who wrote them if you turn them over, right?" Conan spread his hands.

"I rely on my feelings! It's better to rely on my feelings!!!"

Xiao Yang roared: "I just felt that it was not written by Xiao Li." He turned his head and patted Megure's shoulder: "Officer! Give me that photo again!"

"Okay." Megure handed the photo to Xiao Yang.

He held up the photo and said, "I am innocent!! I still say the same thing!" Xiaoyang pointed with his finger and said, "This photo taken by the murderer is the best proof."

"You little brats whose hair hasn't even grown yet, open your eyes wide and watch carefully!"

"My right hand is resting behind my head. The white hand in front of me is not mine at all. And it is impossible for me to write such neat words on my cheek."

"If you insist on saying that I'm the murderer, then tell me! How did I take this photo?!"

"Hey, Mitsuhiko, are you ready?"

"Get ready Genta, let's lie down like Conan."

After saying that, the two of them immediately lay on the floor. Mitsuhiko's left hand was placed on the back of Genta's head, and Conan made a rectangle with his hands, pretending it was a photo.

"Look, in this case, Mitsuhiko's left hand looks like Genta's right hand, right?"

"Yeah, that's right." Megure agreed, resting his hand on his chin: "As long as you hide her fingers, you can make her left hand look like her right hand."

Seeing that the truth was about to be exposed, Xiao Yang explained and clarified, trying his best to clear himself of suspicion: "But...but, their skin color and cuffs are different."

“This is very simple.”

"It was nothing more than applying dark foundation on her left hand to darken her skin, and then cutting off the cuffs of a shirt of the same color."

"If you put it on her left hand that's pressed against the back of her head, you can make the same cuff."

"What about these words? How do you explain it?!" Xiao Yang showed the picture to Conan and asked, "Are you saying that I wrote these words on my face myself?!"

"No." Conan shook his head: "Those are not written."

He pursed his lips and showed an intriguing smile: "It is printed! Just like the words printed on a seal."

Conan put his hands in his pockets and walked around the entrance: "First, use a marker to write the three words "I love you" on the transparent folder, and then turn the folder over."

"Use a water-based pen to trace the words. After killing her, take a photo of yourself without the words on your face. Then, you——"

Conan crossed his arms over his chest and said, "Carefully place the side that was written with the water-based pen on your cheek."

"Look." He pointed to Yuantai's face: "The words on your cheek look like they were written on it."