Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"Then let me show you!" Conan put his hands in his pockets.

He took a running start, swung his arms quickly, stepped on the accumulated snow, and jumped up, making a "thump thump" sound.

In front of everyone, Conan ran across the surface of the hot spring, as if he was floating on water.

Yamamura Cao was stunned and deeply shocked: "He...he really went over! From the hot spring!"

"Look! Isn't it coming?" Conan looked at them with a smug expression.

Shancuncao rubbed his eyes and said, "No... Impossible! There must be a transparent platform inside the hot spring."

Shancuncao was just about to raise his foot to try it out, but unexpectedly, his left leg instantly sank into the water. If it weren't for Baijiu holding it back.

I guess he's already soaked to the skin by now.

"That's strange... there doesn't seem to be any platform." Yamamura Cao rolled up his trouser legs: "By the way..."

"What's going on with this slippery hot water?"

"It's kudzu powder soup." Baijiu shook her hair and shook off the snow on her head: "To be precise, before it becomes kudzu powder soup, it is between liquid and solid. This is a dilatation phenomenon."

"Even if a small force is applied slowly, it will still be a viscous liquid, but if a strong force is applied in one breath, it will still be a viscous liquid."

"It will harden and become like a solid."

Conan ran over from the opposite side with small steps: "Didn't Xiaoxiong say that he wanted to catch up with the kamaitachi, but ended up drowning?"

"That's because the hot spring water at that time was in the same state as it is now. This state is like a bottomless swamp."

"Yes...indeed, did the murderer also wear it this way?"

"Yes." Heiji held down the brim of his hat. "After killing the old man, he will meet up with us who have taken a detour."

"That's right, Ms. Xiaocheng, the writer."

"Huh?!" Everyone was stunned.

Ms. Xiaocheng's whole body was instantly soaked in cold sweat. She looked at them nervously, not knowing what to do with her hands.

"That's why you turned off the main power switch of the house and cut the paper sliding door so that we can light up the lights in the dark."

"It will be easy for you to join us if your eyes are drawn to that sliding paper door."

"But!" Yamamura Cao raised a question: "Where does the kudzu powder come from to make this special hot spring water?"

"It requires a lot of kudzu powder, right?" Yamamura Cao touched the hot spring with his fingers.

Heiji added: "I heard that the warehouse was robbed a few days ago. Was it stolen from the warehouse at that time?"

This must be a stolen container, right?

Shancun Cao was still skeptical: "But, there is so much kudzu powder mixed in the hot spring, what is she going to do with it afterwards?"

Baijiu guessed: "This hot spring should be drained from underground, and it should flow away on its own after a while."

"So..." The lady boss turned around and looked at Xiao Cheng in disbelief: "You are the one who messed up Xiao Xiong's birthday party..."

"Yes, it is Ms. Xiaocheng, there is no doubt about that." Baijiu crossed his arms in front of his chest and nodded to look at her.

"If the commotion hadn't caused the police to leave the warehouse and rush over, she wouldn't have been able to get the sickle out."

"But...but?" Yamamura Cao asked again: "How did she burst the balloons used for decoration?"

Baijiu shrugged: "She used a water gun. Think about it, didn't Xiaoxiong say that he smelled the smell of toilet or detergent?"

"I think he means the smell of lemon or something like that?"

"She put the juice of that kind of fruit into a water gun and shot it at the balloons, right?"

"Because the rubber of the balloon will dissolve due to the fruit ingredients."

Heiji asked the boss lady, "That water gun should also be a relic of the late boss, right? Was it originally placed in the warehouse with the air gun?"

"Yes."

"I say, have you forgotten something?" Xiaocheng's uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

She pointed at the wound on her face and said dissatisfiedly: "Before the murder happened, I was severely cut on the cheek in the warehouse!"

"And I wasn't near the light bulb when it broke! The point is the method of committing the crime you just described!"

"Anyone except me can do it, right?"

"Chewing gum." Baijiu said coldly.

He looked gloomy and stared at Xiao Cheng with sharp eyes: "You stuck your chewing gum on the light bulb."

"You deliberately hit your head against the outer cover of the light bulb and pretended to be anxious."

Xiao Cheng looked at Baijiu with gritted teeth, clenched his fists, and wanted to refute, but found that it was all against him.

"Old light bulbs, once they come into contact with something, will cause a temperature difference on the surface, making them prone to bursting."

"I think your teachers should have told you about this when you were young, right?"

"Also, I guess that the murderer probably stole the glowing luminous watch on Hattori's wrist in the dark."

"The light from the cigarette that Dalang was holding was the target of his attack."

"The cigarette he was holding was right at my spot, causing me to be injured by mistake."

Baijiu spread his hands with a helpless expression.

"But why would the little orange lady, who doesn't have anything shiny on her, get cut?"

"This....this is because." Xiaocheng stepped back, suddenly speechless.

"Because you cut all of this yourself, using a sharp blade like the one you put in your nails."

"If there's blood on it, just press your hand on your scratched cheek and you can get away with it by getting the blood stain."

It hurts just thinking about it...so cruel to myself!

"Come to think of it, it was you who created the opportunity to go to the warehouse. This way, everyone would think that the Kamaitachi might exist and call the police."

"And this time you used air guns and water guns to destroy the room where the birthday party was going to be held."

"Try to divert the police away from the warehouse with the sickle."

"Then, calculate the right moment, and when everyone gathers in the room where the birthday party will be held, play the pre-recorded voice of the old man."

"You...you said play?" Shancuncao blinked, as if he understood what he meant: "Is it what we just saw?"

"That's right! That was the scream he made when the TV station came to interview him."

"She recorded it on her phone and set a time to play it back."

"The final step is to run over the hot spring water while we are leaving the house through the back door."

"He got to Li's house before us and stabbed the old man to death with a sickle. This is the whole story."