put on my white vest

Yuecheng Snow Rabbit smiled and put down the little detective. He half bent down and stretched out his hand in front of the dazed Conan: "Then, now is the agreed time for magic."

He leaned against the door with his arms folded, and slowly scanned everyone in the room.

After a while, the gray-haired young man said firmly and calmly: "You are the murderer, Miss Waitress."

Conan: ? ? ?

Conan:! ! !

Yuecheng Snow Rabbit still had that indifferent appearance, as if recounting the events from God's perspective without any emotion.

"It's not premeditated murder, it's impulsive killing, it's not white/poison umbrella or it could be something else."

Takahashi Mio was stunned for a while: "Hey, do you have any evidence?! I think you are the most suspicious person who bites and kills others as soon as he comes up!"

Conan couldn't help but nodded in approval, but when he turned his attention to the reliable police and FBI, he found that they both had the same face and calmly beckoned Yuecheng Xuetu to continue his 'reasoning'.

Conan: fine.

Faced with doubts, the gray-haired young man remained unmoved: "You have been suffering from a sense of guilt, and you don't have a great desire to get rid of the crime. In this way, I suggest that you turn yourself in, Miss Waitress."

The waiter Qingyue Kuruko stood there silently, but her head had already drooped deeply.

Mio Takahashi tugged Kuruko Kiyotsuki who was standing there blankly, and shouted at the gray-haired youth, "Hey you guy, where is the evidence?! Kuruko, explain it to yourself too!"

"No need," said Han Chuang, who had studied hard for decades and finally passed the zoology exam. For this reason, the woman wearing thick glasses bit her lips to bleed, "I did it."

"Daisuke Kamelong...he is actually a black/market businessman who sells and smuggles. The resort is built here to cover up the fact that he sells nationally protected animals. More than half of the 'rich people' who buy villas here All are his clients or collaborators.

He paid a high salary to invite me, a college student with an unpopular major, to come here not to be a waiter, but to pull me into his chariot. "

Toru Amuro said in a deep voice, "You rejected him."

"That's right... I have thought about trying to report his influence, but obviously it failed."

Not a clever way of killing, and it can even be said that he has no desire to survive.

Just check with the resort staff who was responsible for the diet of the deceased three days ago, and who helped him go to the infirmary to get the medicine in the name of the deceased in the past two days, and everything will be clear.

Daisuke Kiryu didn't go to the hospital because people like him hate exposing themselves to the public because of something as trivial as 'diarrhea', and by the time the white poison umbrella really killed him, it was too late. "

The evidence and motivation is the one-story house in the landscape area, which is out of place in order to provide an environment for raising and protecting animals.

The sudden reasoning and confession stunned everyone present, and Conan looked at Yuecheng Snow Rabbit in amazement.

"It's been from the very beginning, the current Moon City Snow Rabbit is basically two people...and since he just arrived at the scene of the crime, how did he know the truth?" '

The little detective did notice some doubts and abnormalities, but it would take a while to connect these clues.

That Moon City Snow Rabbit?

It seems that it is not a coincidence that he and those two people appeared here at the same time, could it be...he is a famous detective whose temperament changes drastically when he comes to reasoning? ?

The gray-haired young man who was speculated to be a famous detective with a split personality actually didn't understand reasoning at all. There was only one reason why he pieced together the truth - there was a dark creature entangled with the murderer, and he saw the very faint blackness around the waitress at a glance .

The technique is poisonous mushroom white/poisonous umbrella, which he can hear from the conversation of the policeman across the door; impulsive killing and guilt, the conclusion comes from the thin black mist on the fidgeting young lady .

It is impossible to have evidence if you want evidence, unless you ask the Lord of Death for help quietly.

In Yuecheng Xuetu's 'reasoning', except for the conclusion, the rest depends on the murderer's self-explosion. If he continues to cultivate in this line of work, he might even have the nickname of an intuitive detective.

But it's more likely to be "Split Moon City Snow Rabbit"... a couple name that barely makes up a couple name with the sleeping Kogoro.

The murderer turned himself in and confessed, and the frozen atmosphere at the murder scene finally loosened.

But the police seemed to have no intention of letting the suspect go.

"Everyone, come back with us and make a record." The police veteran said cheerfully, "Otherwise, we will be in a difficult situation, and we won't waste too much time."

The contractor who had just finished a scene couldn't hear this, he ruthlessly turned around and left, not forgetting to throw two words to everyone - "Business."

Amuro Toru immediately contacted someone he knew, and waved his hand out of the room after obtaining permission to delay the recording.

Conan, who had no sense of existence in today's case, raised Erkang's hand, and was interrupted before he could ask questions, full of doubts——

"Official business."

Touzi, who was in a great mood, gave the FBI a disdainful look from a distance, and then repeated to Conan: "It's official business."

Akai Shuichi secretly checked the time, and when he found out that the Japanese police were determined to keep him, he waved his hands decisively and strode forward!

"Wait, Okiya-san, you can't—"

"The FBI has something to do with him, please let the police officer make it easier."

Hehe, let colleagues help, who wouldn't.

Judy Steiner appeared at the door in time with her ID in hand, and she also nodded seriously: "Business."

Okiya Subaru, who had no expression on his face, also repeated the sentence "business" to Conan, and he passed the little Conan who was about to suffocate internal injuries and walked out of the scene of the crime.

"Hey, wait!"

Everyone in the house focused on the suspect and the police officer. Seeing this, Conan hurriedly chased after him: "Is it related to Daisuke Kiryu's black market reselling?"

Although the suspicious points on Yuecheng Snow Rabbit were as bright as an [-]-watt light bulb, his detective instinct still made him pay attention to the case immediately, especially the case that both the police and the FBI were dealing with.

"Yeah." Judy glanced at Moon City Snow Rabbit secretly, but she didn't tell the little detective the whole situation as usual.

Under the circumstances that capable people and strangers from all over the world can't figure out the details of this magician, it's better not to try to make him unhappy.

"Then I—" I want to go too!

Before Conan finished speaking, the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the door came from the door!

Akai Hideichi immediately ran to the window, his expression changed when he could only see the headlights of the cars leaving quickly: "He ran away, not from the door!!"

Conan sensed the urgency of the situation, so he immediately analyzed: "It's the side door, Miss Qingyue just opened the side door!"

"Damn it, hurry up!"

Two FBIs, a Japanese policeman, and an inexplicably active detective quickly went downstairs, only the magician who was tacitly regarded as uninvolved walked down the stairs leisurely and walked in front of a row of cool sports cars.

The other two FBI soy sauce duo didn't show up today, and Judy pulled out a gun and sat in the driver's seat of the Mercedes-Benz C240.

Conan only had time to say hello to the doctor and chased out the gate with his short legs. Just as he was about to run to any car, he heard the indifferent sound of the three red parties closing the door.

Conan: What are you doing bro? ?

The RX-7, Mercedes-Benz C240 ​​and Ford GT500 ignited at the same time, and the humming sound of the engine and the clicking sound of shifting gears sounded.

Seeing that he was really going to be released, the little detective rushed to Judy's Mercedes, and duangduang knocked on the door: "Mr. Judy! Teacher Judy!!"

You open the door!If you have the ability to arouse my curiosity, then you have the ability to open the door! !

Judy in the car window looked at Conan's anxious and crazy look with amused expression, she rolled down the car window and apologized, "I'm sorry coolboy, this time for some reason——"

"Take him with you."

The cold voice came to the eardrum, and Zhu Di pressed the communicator magically connected to the ear with one hand and asked, "Mr. Yuecheng?"

"I heard that Kudo Shinichi's thirst for knowledge is famous in Japan."

The implication is that if you don't take this kid with you, maybe he will dare to stop a car to follow in the next second.

"That's right," Judy sighed slightly, and she unlocked the car door: "Then sit in the back—"

"Let him go to Amuro Toru's car, and I will drive your car."

The gray-haired youth walked to the side of the Mercedes-Benz, and seemed to suddenly intend to intervene in this incident.

Judy sanely didn't ask any more questions. She responded and got out of the car to pick up Conan. While stuffing the elementary school student into the RX-7, she turned on the co-pilot of the Ford GT500.

Two sports cars that were not giving in to each other started to move forward, and the third car... Yuecheng Xuetu narrowed his eyes and looked at the direction in which the suspect Eguchi was fleeing, and followed behind slowly.

Eguchi Kotaro dragged his tired body to the parking lot one step at a time, drove the sports car he had prepared for a rainy day, and drove all the way to the top of the mountain not far away.

Smart people put several trackers on the suspect when the plan was disrupted. Akai Shuichi looked at the position of the dot on the GPS signal map and instantly understood the suspect's destination: "He is going to the top of Oak Mountain. Tarmac!"

"Understood the show."

Judy began typing on the computer to retrieve the itinerary: "In the flight application of the Air Traffic Management Bureau, there is indeed a private jet to fly tonight, and it is arranged under the name of Daisuke Kameda, and Kotaro Eguchi must not be allowed to go on it!

It is no surprise that there will be a private airport next to the high-end resort. Kotaro Eguchi obviously has the idea of ​​flying across the border again to escape the hunt.

Going back to Japan is indeed not a good choice. This time he will choose to go to Africa or a closed island country in the Pacific Ocean to start a new life with a facelift.

The fact that the FBI can act wantonly in Japan does not mean that it is the same in every country. If Eguchi is allowed to escape here, the degree of trouble will undoubtedly rise to another level.

Above the mountain bridge with a total length of only seven or eight kilometers is a lonely cliff, where the extinguished sunset hangs, the snake-like steel structure lies in the rugged canyon, and the tired birds from the cliff to the opposite bank hover in the orange Howling under the yellow embers.

In this deserted scene, only a few cars staged a life-and-death chase.

The speed of the pointer has soared to 200, even so, it still takes more than a hundred breaths to cross the moat between the mountains.

Judy looks up a map of Oak Mountain.

The tarmac is right above the huge mountain, and it is only one step away from there along the Panshan Highway after the transnational bridge.

Conan leaned on the back of the co-pilot and said anxiously: "I'm about to catch up, hurry up Mr. Amuro!!"

Although there was a misunderstanding with the little detective in front of him because of the identity of the black organization 'Bourbon', Toru Amuro accepted the suggestion graciously. He and Shuichi Akai's GT500 were driving side by side on the spacious bridge.

In the vehicle ahead, Kotaro Eguchi looked at the young man who was chasing after him, and showed a ferocious smile.

He really wants to live in style with a lot of money that has been washed away long ago, but he has been licking blood on the knife for decades, and he doesn't intend to just let go of the guy who chased him and fled in embarrassment.

The users of the private helipad are all "partners" of Daisuke Kiryu. They have known for a long time that they will capsize in the gutter, so they set up some small obstacles on the only passage...

With a proud face, Eguchi viciously pressed the button that was about to turn red in the car.

Just before he struck, Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai, who were driving, heard voices in their ears.

"Stop, there are bombs ahead."

The ejected gravel and flames hit the face, and the solid bridge body shook slightly under the impact.

The braking distance of a car traveling at high speed is not short, but Yue's reminder still just made their car stop at the edge of the heat wave.

Conan also heard this warning, and when he was looking for the source, Akai Shuichi in the cab next door had already proposed a deal before Toru Amuro——

"The FBI will raise the confidentiality level of Yuecheng Xuetu's files to the highest level, and will not bother you with these things again, I promise."

Amuro, who was a step late, sat back on the seat with a sigh, but as long as the person is not caught by the FBI himself, he is not considered a loser!

Once again irritated and helpless by the actions of his allies like riddlers, Conan was about to lose his temper. He kicked his short legs and jumped out of the car door: "Aren't you going after me?"

Toru Amuro shook his head: "The boss will chase after him."

Conan Banyueyan: "Hey, Mr. Amuro, do you mean that Yuecheng Xuetu is also from the FBI or the police?"

"Not really."

Realizing that the other party had no intention of solving the puzzle at all, Conan returned disappointed and could only look forward along the other party's line of sight.

It wasn't the result of a violent fire, but the flames ignited in the middle of the bridge did block their pursuit of sight, and the suspect's BMW was about to drive on the winding mountain road.

The sky was dark again, and the red sunset at the time of magic was hanging naked above the skyline. The sky was reflected in a deep purple, and the light was stung by the light. The outline of the mountaintop in the distance was as magnificent as a lying stone statue of a god and Buddha.

The Mercedes-Benz C240 ​​rushed into the flames from behind the crowd. In the flames, it caught up with the suspect's car at an extremely unreasonable speed.

The flashing taillights of the cars showed the overlapping of the two cars, the co-pilot was instantly opened by the momentum, and the suspect left his position with a light body before he could react.

Kotaro Eguchi, who was speechless, was thrown onto the asphalt road with less fire. Under the reaction force and inertia, another figure in Li had already infinitely approached beyond the guardrail.

A previous nightmare flashed through Conan's remaining memory, but at this moment his widened eyes were filled with burning smoke and dust, and he could only see a blurry and hazy picture——

In the raging wind, the brilliance as cold as the moon bloomed instantly, and there was a figure flying against the afterglow of the setting sun with fluttering wings!