The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Chapter 1193 Rice Krispies Tradition—Old Unjust, False and Wrong Cases

"May I ask……"

Mao Lilan looked at the blond man who suddenly came over to play with the red T-shirt.

When she came to her senses and wanted to stop the stranger, Subaru Okiya from behind moved his wheelchair forward one meter and said in a low voice.

"Wait a minute and see what he's going to do first."

"Eh?"

Mao Lilan sounded a little confused. She didn't know how the two of them cooperated, but there was no reason to refuse.

In theory, as long as this person doesn't steal the red T-shirt here...

At this time, Qin Zhibo was squatting on the ground and had folded his clothes according to the creases on them.

When he was standing in the middle of the crowd and observing just now, with his excellent eyesight, he discovered that these red T-shirts were not brand new.

All T-shirts have creases at different angles between the shoulders and sleeves, which are marks that appear when clothes are stacked for a long time.

But Mouri Kogoro said just now that these clothes were mailed out on the same day they were purchased at the mall, and were brand new shirts that had not been used.

Therefore, Qin Zhibo guessed that the prisoners made these creases intentionally, as if to convey some message.

It's just that he was standing in the middle of the crowd and couldn't see clearly the specific angle of each crease, nor could he give a warning.

But now Kogoro Mouri, Toru Amuro, and Conan are all looking for the counter selling these red T-shirts, giving him the opportunity to verify his conjecture.

As 13 red T-shirts were folded on the ground, the originally ordinary clothes were displayed in various strange gestures.

Qin Zhibo squinted his eyes slightly, feeling that these gestures should be regular, and he seemed to have seen these gestures somewhere.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he remembered where he saw it.

They are the flag soldiers often seen in anti-Japanese dramas!

These red T-shirts were posed in a simplified, albeit somewhat abstract, version of the semaphore gesture.

It's a pity that Qin Zhibo doesn't understand Japanese flag language.

How to do it?

Qin Zhibo frowned and thought for a moment, then remembered that his [Secret Word Investigation] should be able to crack the code.

However, there are currently no survey points on these T-shirts.

Could it be that the T-shirts are not placed in the correct order?

Qin Zhibo picked up the shopping receipts on the ground that matched the shirts one-to-one, and immediately discovered the mystery.

Sometimes these shirts are sent in one piece, sometimes in two pieces, probably because some sign languages ​​require the combination of two gestures.

Qin Zhibo rearranged them according to the time order and batch relationship on the shopping receipt, and the heart-warming white light spot appeared as expected.

【Secret Word Survey√】

[The content of the flag is ウメタノミタヨ]

ウメタノミタヨ……

I see you buried it.

Qin Zhibo rubbed his fingers with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Bury what?

It's probably that something bad was buried. Considering the geographical location, it's probably a corpse...

Then this sentence is clearly threatening the recipient.

No wonder the recipient chose to use the extreme method of threatening a bomb to find out the sender of the letter. This shows that this bomber does have something to hold on to.

But it is estimated that the sender does not have conclusive evidence, otherwise he would not just send T-shirts without directly stating his requirements or calling the police.

However, it is somewhat paradoxical that since the bomber did something shameful, he must not dare to entrust a famous detective.

Otherwise, even if the sender of these red T-shirts is found, the bad things he has done will be exposed.

In other words, the person who entrusted Moori Kogoro was probably not a bomber...

Qin Zhibo's eyes swept over these T-shirts and shopping receipts again. Something unusual about the last receipt attracted his attention.

This small ticket...

He bent down and picked up the small ticket with his white gloves and looked at it carefully.

For just a moment, a smile appeared on his lips.

I see.

I understand!

Qin Zhibo put the shopping receipt back where it belonged, put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

When passing by Mao Lilan, he said to Mao Lilan in a Japanese accent.

"When those detectives come back, tell them to pay attention to the snow mountain accident that happened on December 28th..."

"Also, the bomber is the 'lucky citizen' who was selected as a human bomb."

Mao Lilan was stunned by these inexplicable words.

"Eh? What did you say?"

She wanted to ask further, but the blond man's figure flickered and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Okiya Subaru, who was sitting in the wheelchair, tilted his head slightly and slowly opened his squinted eyes.

…

On the other side, there is a sporting goods counter.

Amid the anticipation of many onlookers, Mouri Kogoro asked the clerk selling this red T-shirt for clues.

"This red T-shirt is only sold here, and you are the only salesperson at this counter on Sundays, right?"

"Yes..." the clerk replied cowardly in a low voice.

"Then how could you not remember that guest? Most people will have some impression of it!"

"He is a customer who comes to buy the same thing every week!"

Under Moori Kogoro's questioning, the clerk dodges his eyes and can only keep emphasizing that he really doesn't remember.

Toru Amuro stood by the clothes rack with his hands in his pockets and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, at 12:28 today, has anyone bought this T-shirt?"

The clerk shook his head innocently, "No, not even a single T-shirt was sold today. Cashier Ms. Seta can testify to this..."

"Does this store have a separate cashier?"

"Yes, Seta is right over there..."

Toru Amuro and Conan looked in the direction of the clerk's finger and saw a slightly open door in the innermost compartment of the store. Behind the door stood a woman with freckles on her face.

When she heard the person here mention her name, Miss Seta lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly at the detectives.

Upon seeing this, Toru Amuro and Conan understood instantly, with a confident smile on their lips.

That’s it…×2

The sender has been found, and the next step is to figure out the relationship between the bomber and the sender.

"Okay, since there are no clues here, let's go back."

Toru Amuro put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the store first.

Mouri Kogoro, who was stuck on the spot, was still a little hesitant, but Conan quickly grabbed Mouri Kogoro's hand and said coquettishly: "Let's go back to Miss Xiaolan quickly! Maybe we will find something new..."

…

Two detectives and a child led the vast team towards the elevator entrance.

Seeing that Mouri Kogoro still seemed to have no clue, the passers-by behind him were gradually becoming impatient.

"Aren't you a famous detective? Why hasn't it been solved for so long?"

"How long will it take?"

"I think it's all a waste of fame..."

The gossips of the crowd could not help but reach the ears of Mouri Kogoro.

This made Kogoro Mouri feel unhappy and a little aggrieved.

If my "other personality" doesn't appear, what can I do?

At this time, the ordinary citizen uncle with a bomb strapped to his body followed him from the crowd. The passers-by next to him made way for him as if they saw filth.

The uncle walked up to Mouri Kogoro and asked nervously: "Mr. Detective, have you found any clues?"

Mouri Kogoro was originally in a bad mood after being ridiculed by passers-by. Now, coupled with the fact that Uncle Bomb came up to him without seeing it, he became even more irritable.

"Hello!"

"You bomb man, don't come near me with a bomb strapped to your body!"

This unintentional sentence revealed some secrets, which made Uncle Bomb lose his guard. He immediately pulled off his clothes and twisted them away, opening his mind to prove his innocence.

"I-I'm not the bomber you said!"

"I am just an ordinary and innocent citizen who is very unlucky and has a bomb strapped to his body!"

The moment the uncle untied his clothes, Toru Amuro's eyes immediately glanced at the bomb wrapped around his body.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

I go!

This "bomb" is not equipped with a detonation device?

As a public security policeman who was influenced by his friends from the police academy and was considered half a bomb disposal expert, Toru Amuro could see through the structure of the bomb at a glance.

As the ordinary citizen uncle unzipped all the buttons on his clothes, he could see clearly that these bombs could not even see the fuses, and there were no telephone detonators or anything like that.

Although it is possible to hide the detonator in the back, few bombers do so.

Moreover, this uncle knew that he had a bomb strapped to him, yet he still dared to do such drastic actions...

Back at the elevator entrance, the strange-looking red T-shirts on the ground immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"W-what's going on?!"

"Xiaolan? What on earth is going on!"

Mouri Kogoro pointed to the T-shirt on the ground and asked Maori Lan, who was guarding these exhibits.

Toru Amuro and Conan, who were standing next to them, took a closer look at these T-shirts and instantly understood their meaning.

This is a semaphore!

So that’s what it means…

But who restored it?

Mao Lilan couldn't have such reasoning ability, so it could only be him.

The two of them turned to look at Subaru Okiya in the wheelchair at the same time, as if they were looking at the famous wheelchair scholar.

But Mao Lilan's answer surprised them.

"After you left, a strange man came over and arranged his T-shirts like this..."

"A strange man?" Toru Amuro took a step forward, "What does he look like?"

Mao Lilan looked up slightly and began to describe, "He is a tall blond man wearing black clothes..."

Foreigner?

When it comes to foreigners, both Conan and Toru Amuro are a little confused.

But soon, the figure of an old friend appeared in their minds at the same time.

"Does that man have long hair?" Conan's eyes were extremely serious, and he clenched his fists as if facing a powerful enemy.

Mao Lilan shook his head, "No, that man has medium-long hair, some natural curls, and speaks with an accent. He is a foreigner."

Foreigner? curls?

Conan frowned again, feeling that this image seemed to have some impression, but who was it?

Toru Amuro noticed Hua Dian and asked, "What did that person tell you?"

After this reminder, Mao Lilan remembered the most important words and said quickly: "The man said that you should pay attention to the snow mountain accident that happened on December 28, and..."

Toru Amuro: "Any more?"

Mao Lilan's eyebrows were torn between several people, but she still mustered up the courage to speak out.

"The bomber is the 'lucky citizen' who was selected as a human bomb!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone led by the three detectives was in an uproar.

"What?"

Maori Kogoro grabbed Maori Lan's shoulder, "Are you telling the truth?"

"I don't know either...that's what the blond man told me..."

Upon hearing this, the shoulders of the ordinary citizen uncle standing not far away suddenly trembled. The expression on his face was at a loss, and his mouth was open but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this suspicious expression, Mouri Kogoro turned to his uncle with raised eyebrows and questioned him with a heavy voice that seemed to penetrate his soul.

"is this real?"

"This, this..." The uncle reacted and quickly defended himself, "How is this possible! How could I be a bomber!"

"How could anyone tie a bomb to themselves?"

The uncle's tone was excited.

But the more anxious he was, the clearer the ideas in Amuro Toru and Conan's minds became.

Toru Amuro walked up to the uncle with his pockets in his pocket, glanced at the uncle's back, and the situation suddenly became clear.

"It's useless even if you deny it now. In fact, you are the one who was sent the red T-shirt."

"Eh?" The uncle was stunned.

Toru Amuro began to reason: "In fact, from the beginning, these bomb threats were a good show directed and acted by you."

"You came here because you found the shopping time and location on the shopping receipt, but you found that no one came to the counter to buy a red T-shirt at 12:28."

"So, you planned this bomb incident and threatened everyone on this floor, just to make the person who sent you the red T-shirt take the initiative to expose himself."

“But you’d never think that the person who sent you the mail didn’t even need to show up at the counter to ‘buy’ red T-shirts on time every week.”

Hearing this, Mouri Kogoro was immediately stunned. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he suddenly remembered.

"Are you talking about...?"

"That's right!" Toru Amuro turned to look at the cashier in the crowd, "The sender is the cashier at the counter, Ms. Seta."

Everyone's eyes turned to the angry-looking Miss Seta.

The uncle also looked at Seta, with memories in his eyes.

After a moment, he thought back.

"Mai? Are you Mr. Maruoka's daughter?"

"Yes, Mr. Fauci... I am the daughter of Daisaku Maruoka who was killed by you in the snowy mountains 13 years ago!"

As both parties recognized each other, all the lies were revealed.

The uncle no longer denied his identity as the bomber, and quickly explained: "No, it was Mr. Maruoka because of the avalanche..."

Seta's eyes were full of hatred, and he glared at the uncle in front of him and interrupted him.

"The avalanche that happened happened to be a big help to you. The police did not investigate further, so they could only handle the matter as an accident!"

"But in my father's diary, he has already written that he wants you to go climbing together. I hope the great scenery on the top of the mountain can make you change your ways!"

Not far away, a blond man watched this scene silently, shaking his head with a sigh.

Alas...it's the rice flower tradition again - the old unjust and false cases.