Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

"But!" Mr. Gray pointed at the dead man and said, "I wanted to make this old man feel embarrassed, so I followed him and took pictures of him!"

"When I saw the woman walking towards the toilet where the uncle was, I thought they were going on a date, so I followed them."

Da Hui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and lifted the frame of his glasses slightly: "But I saw him lying here."

"I wanted to leave immediately, but when I saw someone coming, I hurriedly hid in the toilet and deleted all the photos of the uncle."

"Is that why you have so few photos from this month in your phone?"

"um, yes!"

Conan sighed helplessly: "But I didn't find a utility knife on Mr. Dahui..."

"Wait....Wait, Conan."

"Yes, I didn't bring any sword with me, and I have practiced kendo to some extent, so I know how to wear a kimono."

Baijiu suggested: "Then do you want to try wearing that crotch protector?"

"Okay, wear it. I have to prove my innocence." He put on gloves and grabbed the belt of the uniform: "I remember it should be."

"Cross the straps at the back and pull them back to the front to tie them off, that's it."

"No." Hattori saw the clue at a glance: "The knot in front should be hidden, so it should be tied inside."

"Look, in this way, the bloodstains on the crotch guard can be seen, which means the murderer is actually one person."

"He is very familiar with the wearing of protective gear. His purpose of deliberately wearing it backwards is to make others mistakenly think that it is a fake."

"The murderer is a man who has never practiced kendo."

"Among these three, the only one who needs to do this on purpose is the one who is wearing referee uniform and can be seen as a high-ranking person at a glance."

"That's you!" Hattori pointed firmly at Mr. Dafa behind him.

Inside the venue.

“Really?” Kazuha showed a worried look: “You haven’t found Heiji yet? The game will start in less than five minutes.”

Kazuha picked up the phone: Xiaolan, Luxin and the others didn’t come yet, do they know where Heiji is?

"Buzz!"

Xiaolan heard a call from He Ye. She was hesitant and her brain was working fast.

She poked her head out from the corner and quietly analyzed the crime scene.

If Kazuha Hattori was told where he was, she would definitely come running over, but now they had to hurry and solve the case.

Not a second can be wasted.

Dafa said calmly, "But the murderer must have used a box cutter, but I didn't have a box cutter on me."

Hattori smiled calmly: "In fact, we have been mistaken about this matter all along. I think the deceased, Mr. Bagu, was on the phone at that time."

"That's what it should be. The cutter is stained with blood and needs to be replaced. Bring me a replacement."

"That's right!" The old man quickly agreed: "That's right!"

Baijiu felt surprised and puzzled for the first time, and asked curiously: "Is there something wrong with this?"

Hattori put on a smile, "In Kansai, the word cutter can refer to a shirt."

"I think what the deceased really meant was, My shirt is stained with blood, it needs to be changed, bring me a replacement."

"So what the deceased said actually had nothing to do with the box cutter."

Baijiu: Well...it turns out I suffered from the language barrier.

Takagi showed a wise expression: "That's why Mr. Baguchi's wife rushed here with a replacement shirt!"

"Well, yes." Hattori stared at Mr. Dafa, "Even if the deceased didn't have a nosebleed, I guess you would use ink."

"Stain Mr. Bagu's shirt so he can come here and change, right?"

"But I want to ask you, where is the murder weapon?" Mr. Dafa spread his hands and said, "I don't have any knives on me."

Heiji snorted, "Aren't you carrying it yourself?"

"You mean to say that I used a bamboo sword to commit the crime?"

"This is very simple." Baijiu opened his palms to explain.

"Of course the assembled bamboo sword won't work, but you just need to take it apart and sharpen one of the bamboo pieces until it's as sharp as a knife blade."

"Then the throat can be cut with the help of centrifugal force."

"Yes." Heiji added, "After all, some people were cut by bamboo shavings and bled profusely in an attempt to avoid being hit in the throat by bamboo swords."

"That's right." Baijiu's eyes turned cold: "Because the throat is the most vulnerable part of the human body."

"And the sound of cutting something they heard in the toilet was probably because you were using the toilet wall to sharpen the sharp bamboo knife."

Lu Xin checked the time, noticed with the corner of her eye Xiaolan's pleading expression, and patted the fur on her body.

She said coldly: "If that's the case, then the inside of your bamboo sword bag should also be stained with Mr. Ba Gu's blood."

"Please let us check and confirm."

Seeing this, Dafa was powerless to refute and argue: "A blood reaction should be detected, even though I have already washed it with water in the toilet."

"But why do you use a bamboo sword?"

Sato pulled out a bamboo sword from his bamboo bag and was confused.

"It's easier to cut a throat with a real knife, right?"

Mr. Dafa's eyes sparkled with tears, and he spoke slowly: "Because this bamboo sword actually belongs to my son."

"He was forced to commit suicide by Mr. Bagu two years ago."

"To the point of... committing suicide?"

Mr. Dafa closed his eyes and recalled the past: "Two years ago, in the team finals of the Kendo Tournament."

"My son couldn't help but make a victory pose when he won a crucial point in an important game."

"But because of this, the points were ruled invalid, and my son's high school was unable to win the championship."

"My son, who had a strong sense of responsibility, committed suicide because he couldn't bear the shame. He was the referee of that game."

"It's Mr. Ba Gu!" Mr. Dafa said gritting his teeth.

Sato explained: "But, this is the rule of the game, and he is also following the rules."

Mr. Dafa sneered twice: "Do you think I haven't thought about this? I have always believed that Mr. Dafa's judgment is correct."

"Bang!!!" He pounded the wall.

"Until yesterday's team finals, Kyoto Izumi High School's Omine also made a victory pose after scoring, but he pretended not to see it!!!"

During the conversation, Mr. Dafa's face was already in tears, his body was shaking with anger, and he felt extremely aggrieved for the injustice done to his dead son.

“Is… is it true?”

"Um!!!"

"Not only did he not invalidate the score, he also personally encouraged the student, just because they are both from Kansai!!!"

"So he favors that student!!!"