Conan and I start the hell-level main line

Ayumi: "Hey, everyone, come and look, it seems to be getting dark, and Ayumi is clearly reflected on the window glass."

Zhuo Zhen stroked his chin and thought: "Yes, could this be used as a mirror?"

Satan Onitsuka: "But this reflection can only appear when it's dark. The murder happened in the afternoon. Besides, take a good look at your faces. Once you get close, your faces will become very dark and you can't see them clearly."

"Yes, then, is there a mirror?" The five little ones pondered again using their wild imagination.

Teacher Kobayashi was also thinking, but she was even less helpful and had no idea at all.

Natsume Xing thought it was very interesting and smiled, so he asked Teacher Kobayashi: "Teacher Kobayashi, it's already dark, and the children have classes tomorrow. Do you want to go back first? If the murder case is not solved, the interview will probably not be able to proceed."

Yuan Tai must be unhappy, "Ah, how can this be done? Absolutely not!"

Mitsuhiko also wanted to avoid losing this rare interview. "No, for the sake of this interview, we must solve the murder case as soon as possible!"

"That's right!" The other three kids also said, thinking hard and determined to solve this small murder case. Their Young Detective Team is no joke!

His fighting spirit was aroused. Conan, who was watching from the side, thought, is Natsume-san trying to provoke him?

Teacher Kobayashi's ability was limited, and he seemed to recognize the reality, saying, "But we can't think of what a mirror is."

Natsume Xing chuckled, "Didn't you expect that? By the way, Mr. Kobayashi, do you have art class tomorrow?"

Ayumi replied, "Yes, why are you asking this, Natsume-sensei?"

Natsume: "Have you ever learned how to fold paper cranes? Do you know how to use a ruler to help?"

Maria raised her hand and said, "I will."

Natsume: "How about Maria using a ruler to fold one for us on the spot?"

Maria didn't quite understand, "Ah, why?"

Natsume Xing smiled meaningfully and said, "Let's give it a try."

"Ok."

Maria picked up a piece of colored paper from the table at random, picked up a triangle ruler and placed it flat on the paper, preparing to fold it in half. Seeing this, Satan Onizuka's expression changed. He was about to stop her when Natsume spoke.

"Stop, Maria, and look at the ruler carefully."

"Ruler? Is there a problem?" Maria looked at the triangle ruler in confusion and found her figure blurred on it.

Mitsuhiko saw this and hurriedly picked up the paper and ruler. He suddenly realized, "I see. The triangle ruler is used as a mirror! You see, if we put colored paper behind the triangle ruler to block the strong light, the triangle ruler can act as a mirror to reflect the light and show us!"

Four little ones: “It’s true!”

Ai: "But if you take a photo like this, it's monochrome, unlike the real thing, so I can't tell the color correctly."

"Then use this. Just use silver paper," Mitsuhiko quickly thought of a way. He took a piece of silver paper and put the triangle ruler on it. Sure enough, it appeared as a mirror image of their similar colors. "This way it will be easy to distinguish the colors."

Ayumi: "But the colors are blurry."

Zhuo Zhen: "It doesn't matter. Mr. Satan's makeup is just applying certain colors to certain areas. It's very simple, so it's easy to put on makeup with just this."

Yuanta pointed at Satan Onizuka and said loudly: "I see, so the murderer is Mr. Satan Onizuka?"

Satan Onitsuka could no longer remain calm, "You, what nonsense are you kids talking about!"

Mitsuhiko was very sure, "The murderer is Mr. Satan Onizuka. Combined with Maria's guess, we can sort out the course of the crime. Mr. Satan took off his makeup immediately after the three takeouts were delivered, and went to the living room to find the president in the costume of a takeout worker. After killing the president, he immediately returned to the lounge, put on makeup with a triangle ruler, and waited for his agent to wake him up."

Watching the reasoning of Mitsuhiko and the five kids, Officer Takagi was dumbfounded. Before, Conan was the one who led the reasoning, but this time, it seemed like they were really reasoning on their own. Are these five kids as smart as Conan? . .

Officer Megure picked up the clothing and examined it carefully. "But if that's the case, this takeout clothing should be stained with blood sprayed from the president."

Yuan Tai: "He probably prepared other clothes outside and changed them when they got dirty."

"Is that so? Then why don't we mobilize other police officers to search?" Officer Takagi was still a little hesitant and couldn't believe it.

Inspector Megure was obviously more knowledgeable and had gotten used to it. He said, "Go and search. These kids have never made any mistakes." In fact, the main reason was that Conan didn't say anything. As he was taught by Kogoro Mouri, there must be no problem.

Satan Onitsuka angrily grabbed a thousand paper cranes and said, "Humph, whatever you say, it doesn't matter if I found it. Anyway, I didn't kill anyone. I just folded paper cranes in this house. You don't have any evidence at all, so don't talk nonsense."

"Ah, evidence..." The five kids were stunned. They were so busy thinking about how to commit the crime that they forgot to look for evidence. What is evidence? What is evidence?

Satan Onizuka looked at the five little ones who were speechless and sneered. He thought they were very powerful and was about to increase his offensive to refute their statements, but Conan came over and said with a smile.

"Mr. Satan, can you give us this paper crane on the spot?"

Satan Onizuka: "What do you mean? How can I be in the mood to fold origami cranes at this time of day?"

Conan: "Really? Maria, can you help with this one?"

“I still have to fold it in the end.” Maria said with a wry smile, and then she quickly folded the paper crane in front of everyone.

Conan smirked, "Is it because I missed a step? This paper crane looks a little thin."

“That’s right.” Maria then blew air into the belly of the crane, filling its body with air and making it prop up.

Everyone understood this scene. Ayumi said excitedly, "Oh, right, because Mr. Satan's lipstick fades easily, if you blow air into the belly of the paper crane, it will definitely leave color, but there is no color on the paper crane on the table. If it was brought from home, there will definitely be traces left, so these are the evidence that Mr. Satan has removed his makeup."

Natsume Xing had seen enough of the drama. If she didn't do some reasoning, she would really underestimate herself. "In fact, there is another piece of evidence. It's right under your devilish makeup."

"What?!" Satan Onizuka touched the makeup on his face in shock.

"I remember that Mr. Satan's eyes were uncomfortable, and your agent wanted to give you eye drops, but you refused. If I'm not mistaken, the blood under your makeup might be from the dead person. Once you put the eye drops in, it will be visible."

"Do you dare to let the police check it?"

The agent was also shaken, but still tried his best to defend him, "Mr. Satan, you are definitely not the murderer. To prove your innocence, I will help you remove the makeup on your face."

Satan Onizuka admitted it and stopped quibbling, "I'm sorry, I can't do it. If I take off this devil's mask, all that will be left is the face of an unforgivable murderer."

Satan Onizuka did not perform the classic act of crying, kneeling and then confessing. Instead, he looked at the gradually darkening sky and told his motives for killing the president.

In order to make his concert popular, the president secretly used Satan Onizuka's account to post messages while Satan Onizuka was in the hospital, inciting others to commit suicide to donate blood for him, the devil. But he didn't expect that a loyal fan believed that he was a real devil and actually did it. So in order to avenge his fans, he took him to hell in the appearance of a devil and let him atone for his sins!

"For that man, making money is more important than human life. He took it upon himself to cancel the concert we had agreed on, and also said that if we disband during the Heyuan period, we will have to compensate him for his losses." Satan Onizuka angrily smashed the glass, venting his long-storing hatred.

"He is a true devil!"

Mitsuhiko took out his signature board and held it in his arms, consoling him that the Three Paths would definitely turn things around, and that you would definitely be able to create songs that could inspire people, but Satan Onizuka could no longer do it.

"Although I often talk about casting curses, I never tell anyone to die. This kind of absurd thing can only be done by monsters in movies and TV shows. I never thought that I would become a person like that monster."

"But that's not you..." Mitsuhiko was about to say something but was interrupted by Satan Onizuka.

"When I stopped receiving letters from that fan, I became very distressed. I wondered if there was something wrong with me. When I started thinking this way, I couldn't help crying. I couldn't write the lyrics no matter what I did. I was such a failed devil." When Satan Onizuka said this, tears started to flow down his face, but those tears were a light red.

Conan explained that it was the bloodstain left by the deceased, and it was only discovered when the agent bought the real mirror, so he insisted on not using eye drops.

Satan Onitsuka was taken away by the police. Xiao Ai said with emotion: "What a legendary story. In fact, someone said that when the devil sheds tears, it is also the time when he loses his magic power."

Natsume Xing also watched his back, thinking a lot: after shedding tears, he was no longer a devil. In fact, from the beginning, he was not a real devil. His humanity made him a tolerant and understanding devil. The existence of his humanity was what made him truly fascinating.

Demons originate from the heart and from human nature. Good and evil are what distinguish real demons, but this does not mean that they are all false. It is just subjective will. The heart is like this. Human nature is really something that is hard to describe.