Conan: I'm teasing Conan in Mingke

Tomizawa Yuzo shook his head in panic: "No! How could I kill my father!"

Officer Yokomizo was suspicious of him and asked directly, "So where's your alibi for last night?"

Tomizawa Yuzo pursed his lips and lowered his head: "I was in the studio the whole day yesterday.

By the way, last night I asked a friend who is an illustrator to call and wake me up. It was around 11:30.”

"Please ask someone to wake you up?"

"Yes! Because I plan to take a nap first, and I will stay up late to finish the work when I remember."

Officer Yokomizo nodded and ordered his men: "Confirm this person immediately."

"Officer Yokomizo!" The person who had gone to investigate Tozawa Tatsuji came back and whispered to Officer Yokomizo, "We have investigated the list of passengers for today..."

Officer Yokomizo frowned and looked at Tozawa Tatsuji.

Tomizawa Tatsuji smiled and said, "What's wrong? I was right! My name is on it."

"Your name is indeed on the list," Officer Yokomizo walked towards Tatsuji Tozawa and pressed on, "The question is, based on the time we just confirmed with the airport, the plane will arrive at Haneda Airport.

The flight with your name on it arrived at Haneda Airport thirty minutes ago."

Fuze Tatsuji's expression suddenly changed: "How is this possible!"

"It must be because of the typhoon that it was delayed!" Conan added in a childish voice, "It was reported on the news last night."

"Can I ask you a question?" Officer Yokomizo kept approaching Tozawa Tatsuji: "Excuse me, where were you last night?"

"It's probably at some woman's house." Kurokawa Keizawa carefully asked about the location of Fuze Tatsuji's shoulder:

"There's a scent of women's perfume here, and a faint smell of cold medicine. Maybe some woman is sick and Mr. Tozawa Tatsuji is here to take care of her?"

"What?" Officer Yokomizo was stunned for a moment, then he leaned over and sniffed carefully: "I don't smell anything."

"Let me smell it too!" Conan stood at the feet of the three people and raised his hands.

Kurokawa Keizawa picked up Conan and moved closer.

Conan smelled it carefully but smelled nothing and couldn't help muttering: "Brother Kurokawa, I think you are very suitable to be a perfume designer."

"maybe."

"Is that so?" Officer Yokomizo ignored the two people who echoed the same idea beside him and looked at Tatsuji Tozawa.

Fuze Tatsuji pursed his lips and suddenly shouted, startling Kurokawa Keizawa and Conan beside him: "Yes! I stayed at Hiromi's place when I returned to Tokyo last night!"

"Homi?"

"She is my fiancée..." Fuze Tatsuji suddenly lost his voice and said, "I went to see her out of concern because I heard that she was ill.

I was worried that my dad would know that I had lost my job for her, so I asked someone to go to Okinawa instead of me. It's true! Please believe me! "

"Can anyone prove this?"

"Homi can..." Fuze Tatsuji remembered something and said quickly: "Oh, right! I just told you the result of that game.

It wasn’t even on the TV news at 11:30, and I only found out about it when I changed the TV channel because I wanted to see Murasaki’s home run.”

The police officer who went to check the TV station confirmed: "What Officer Yokomizo said is indeed true.

Because the TV and radio broadcast the results of the game at around 12 o'clock in the morning."

Conan, who was put on the ground by Kurokawa Keizawa, looked at Tozawa Taichi: "Uncle Taichi, you should be a fan of Mugure, right?"

Tozawa Taichi looked at him in confusion, and Conan smiled innocently like a child: "Because didn't you praise Mugure on the phone?

You said he was amazing! The only player who could hit that kind of ball as a home run to right field is Muguruma."

Officer Yokomizo turned around alertly: "Right field? What's going on, Mr. Taichi? You did say on the phone that Murasaki hit that ball.

May I ask you, have you ever watched that game?"

Tomizawa Taichi smiled calmly: "It seems that I am exposed after all."

Officer Yokomizo asked in surprise: "Did you kill your father?"

Tomizawa Taichi smiled kindly and waved his hand: "How is this possible? The exposure I just mentioned refers to the game yesterday.

I didn't see it on TV, I actually heard it on the radio, because I was playing with pellets at the time.

I've been running out of ideas for novels lately so I went out to relax because I live in Osaka and can only listen to the live broadcast of the match on the radio."

The police officer behind Officer Yokomizo confirmed again: "Yes, it is true that only the Osaka area broadcasts the game on the radio."

Tomizawa said confidently, "And when the murder happened yesterday, I left a message on the answering machine here."

"Huh? That's weird." Kurokawa Keizawa, standing behind Tozawa Taichi, suddenly spoke like a ghost: "The pinball shop will definitely close after 11 o'clock."

Taichi Tomizawa was startled by Kurokawa Keizawa's sudden voice and staggered forward two steps.

"That's right." Officer Yokomizo nodded and said, "According to regulations, the small steel ball shop is completely prohibited from operating after 11 o'clock at night.

Of course, that also includes Osaka. It shows that you did lie about this matter."

Tomizawa Taichi covered his mouth and pretended to think: "I was wrong. I actually heard the broadcast in the taxi after playing marbles."

Officer Yokomizo narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

Tomizawa Taichi spread his hands and shrugged: "Mr. Detective, I just made a mistake. Besides, I was not there when the murder happened.

I have already called and left a message on the phone recording system. How do you want to explain this?"

"That's even weirder." Kurokawa Keizawa narrowed his eyes, his gentle face slightly serious: "There was a power outage for ten minutes starting at 11:30 last night, right?"

Hearing this, Taichi Tomizawa suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter and his face turned completely pale.

"I see!" Conan suddenly realized: "When there is a power outage, the phone message will not work!"

Conan looked at Kurokawa Keisawa with admiration.

Kurokawa Keizawa also patted Conan on the head to show encouragement: "Although the built-in battery can continue to calculate the time, there is no way to keep the recording inside.

How is it possible that your message was recorded on the answering machine at 11:34?"

Okay, little detective, your detective game has been decided here.

Although I already knew that this kind of cheating in the plot doesn't seem fair...

But, so what.

whee.

Very fun!