Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

As soon as Shiraishi saw the Mu Police Department walking towards him, he knew that he was bluffed by Conan's words.

Although I think Conan is talking nonsense, there is no necessary connection between murder and surname, but anyway, the mask is not surnamed "Sanada", so just look at the certificate if you want to see it.

When the fingerprint results come out, it is confirmed that Xiu Nian is not the murderer, so the suspicion can be cleared, the task is completed, and he escapes smoothly.

——I don’t know if it’s because of the funding from the Black Organization, since the contract was signed, the mask’s identity has been improved a lot.

Not only has he become more powerful, but the system even issued a set of credentials to the mask just like it had done to "Ruiji Shiraishi".It is said that it is tailor-made according to the performance of this vest all the time.

The certificate was bound to the appearance, and Shiraishi reached into his pocket and took it out.

When he reached in, the pocket was still empty, but a second later, Shiraishi found what he was looking for.

He took out his driver's license and was about to hand it over, but suddenly he heard Mumu Police Department ask: "Are you... a relative of Matsuda?"

"?" Baishi froze.

...Damn it, the surname printed on the certificate is really Matsuda.

Did the Q version assistant do something big behind his back?

...But at this time, one thing more is worse than one thing less.Shiraishi quickly shook his head calmly.

"That's it." Megure Police Department looked a little disappointed, but seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

When he reached out to take the certificate, he couldn't help but look at the face of the young man opposite him again, thinking with regret that there are actually two strangers who look so alike in the world.

However, after thinking about the old man for a short time, Mumu Police Department looked down, and saw four large characters written in the name column of the driver's license-Matsuda Heiye.

"..." He stared at the surname, and his forehead twitched violently.

... not a relative?

You are a liar!

……

Matsuda Jinpei once served in the Explosives Disposal Squad and is a master of bomb disposal.

Seven years ago, his friend and colleague Ogihara Kenji from the police academy died while dismantling a bomb.

Three years ago, when he noticed that Matsuda Jinpei was not in a good state of mind, his boss temporarily transferred him to the investigation department to calm him down.

In this way, the Megure Police Department became his boss for six days. On the seventh day, Matsuda Jinhei died from a time bomb planted by the same prisoner.

The Mumu Police Department didn't know much about this martyr. Matsuda Jinpei wore a pair of sunglasses all year round and liked to smoke, which made his whole body smoky and his face could not be seen clearly.

If it weren't for the fact that Matsuda Jinpei's passport photo was often seen when going through the formalities for this matter, the Mumu Police Department felt that he really wouldn't have noticed that there was a family member of a martyr in the temple.

It's a pity that judging from the family members' denial that they know Matsuda Jinpei, he may have lost confidence in the police.

But as soon as he typed up the manuscript, the police officer from the forensics department came over - he had already extracted the fingerprints on the tape, and was going to compare them with the fingerprints of the suspects one by one.

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Chapter 129 Who Can't Be a Detective Anymore?

Shiraishi originally thought that if he didn't need a computer to compare fingerprints, he would at least need a microscope.

However, he never expected that the police officers of the forensics department actually took out a magnifying glass from the toolbox, and then took out a roll of tape.

……

Conan was still waiting to hear his name at this time, but the Mumu Police Department, who had always obeyed the detective's advice, looked preoccupied this time.

Hearing the question from "Mori Kogoro", he only answered "the surname is not Sanada", and returned the certificate.

Conan could only watch helplessly as the mute put away his ID, feeling very regretful in his heart—he shouldn't be there, if he had gone downstairs earlier, he might have been able to take a look under the guise of a brat.

……

There were not too many suspects, and the police officers from the forensics department quickly collected their fingerprints and compared them carefully.

However, after comparing everything, the owner of the fingerprint on the small window tape was still not found.

This result not only shocked the police officers, but even Conan fell into deep doubts.

He had previously thought that even if the murderer was not dumb, he must be that dangerous woman or a certain monk.

Because last night, when he heard the voice of the abbot, the mute was still standing outside the door—if the abbot was not talking to himself, it meant that there was another person in the room at that time.

But now, no one's fingerprints match... How is this possible? !

Unless an outsider broke into the monastery in the middle of the night, killed someone, and then drove away in the early morning.Conan rarely encounters such a situation. If this is the case, this criminal is too cunning...

Annoyed and thinking about how to remedy it, Conan suddenly saw the dumb man below raised his hand, and gestured a few times to the bewildered Mumu Police Department.

After understanding what he was saying, Conan froze.

Hongye's translation sounded soon after, and she looked at the Mumu police department: "He said, you counted one less person—" She raised her finger and pointed outside the door, "The deceased."

"...You want to say that he committed suicide?" Mumu Police Department shook his head again and again, "Such a complicated method cannot be done by one person at all."

"It's indeed complicated, but it's not completely impossible to do it." Hongye carefully read Shiraishi's hand:

"The difficulty of suicide is nothing more than how to knock on the small window below, how to keep the body dry after floating with the water, and how to deal with the 'skin raft' mentioned by the Maori detective."

"Let's talk about knocking on the small window first. In fact, the abbot can use anything to make a timing device.