The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

When Qin Zhibo was about to tell the answer in his heart, the famous detective Mouri Kogoro next to him suddenly spoke.

"I understand it all!"

"Although Mr. Takeshita stole the company's confidential documents, he was not the real culprit who killed Mr. Nakajima!"

"The real murderer is actually"

Mouri Kogoro took advantage of his heavy breathing to put on a handsome pose, turned sideways to face the crowd, and pointed back at Henggou No. 2.

"Mr. Ueda! In fact, you are the real murderer!"

Henggou No. 2, who was listed as a suspect, opened his eyes wide and pointed at himself in disbelief. His expression seemed to be asking, "Are you talking about me?"

Mouri Kogoro understood this expression and nodded affirmatively: "Yes! The murderer is you."

"Actually, the suitcase containing the bomb did not belong to Mr. Nakajima at first, but to you, Mr. Ueda."

"Your murder plan was to put a bomb in your suitcase in advance, and then deliberately linked up with Mr. Nakajima when you checked the suitcase at the front desk."

"In this way, as long as you secretly change the number and key of Mr. Nakajima's suitcase in the venue, you can 'replace' the suitcase containing the bomb you brought with Mr. Nakajima."

"This company's suitcases all have uniform specifications. When picking up the suitcase at the front desk, Mr. Nakajima couldn't realize that what he was picking up was actually someone else's suitcase."

Mouri Kogoro confidently expressed his reasoning, causing different reactions from the people around him.

Officer Memu looked surprised and somewhat pleased: Well done! Brother Maori, you can get off work early again!

Conan rolled his eyes and felt a little helpless: Please, it was Mr. Ueda who reminded the front desk to check the contents of the bag.

If he was the murderer, if Nakajima followed his advice and opened the suitcase to check, wouldn't he himself be blown up?

However, the method proposed by Uncle Maori this time is very feasible and can be considered a good improvement.

Um?

Click——

A thunder flashed in Conan's brain, and he got some inspiration from Moori Kogoro's reasoning.

Qin Zhibo's eyes were very pleased, but it was just a "pleased" look: Being able to think of the murder method shows that Mouri Kogoro's ability to solve crimes is indeed better than most people.

But he didn't expect that there were only two suspects left. Mouri Kogoro was able to rule out one more if he thought of tricks.

I would like to call you the greatest law at the end of the twentieth century - the law of Kogoro Mori's true murderer miss.

However, after the reasoning reached this point, Qin Zhibo had to go into battle himself.

Because he glanced at Conan next to him, who was thinking seriously with his chin raised. Judging from Conan's expression, he was gradually understanding everything.

In order to prove that his reasoning was correct, Mouri Kogoro asked Ueda to take out the key from his pocket and open his suitcase.

"As long as the contents in the suitcase belong to Mr. Nakajima, then you are the murderer!"

Just when Mouri Kogoro was about to enjoy the joy of victory, a pair of hands pressed on Moori Kogoro's shoulders.

"Detective Mori, congratulations."

"It's just that little bit closer to the truth."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Mouri Kogoro was about to scratch his head and say "Where is that?" and then smiled like Venom.

However, after Qin Zhibo said the second half of his sentence, Mouri Kogoro's face instantly fell.

Ignoring Kogoro Mori, Qin Zhibo announced the correct answer.

"The method described by Detective Mori is indeed correct, but the real culprit who implemented this method was not Mr. Ueda, but Mr. Takeshita."

"The reason is very simple. When Mr. Ueda opened the file box at the front desk and checked it, I saw that the things inside did belong to him, and there was his work ID on the top."

Conan looked surprised. Qin Zhibo had been standing seven or eight meters away from the front desk and could see the contents of other people's boxes.

The visual acuity of these eyes is at least 2.5, right?

Conan added another one to Qin Zhibo's characteristics: excellent eyesight.

Just now, when Kogoro Mouri came to the conclusion that the murderer was Ueda, Takeshita still had a trace of luck in his heart.

After all, it would be better for him to be charged with commercial espionage because he changed his suitcase than to be charged with murder.

But now, when Qin Zhibo revealed the truth in a few short words, Takeshita's heart suddenly went cold.

"That's right!"

"I was the one who killed that bastard, because he was the one who killed my good beauty!"

Although he was caught, the pleasure of getting revenge still made Takeshita, a man who was usually a bit weak, speak forcefully, with the aura of burning the boat.

After Officer Megure asked Ueda that "Yoshimi" was the woman who committed suicide after being dumped by Takeshita, he put a sullen face on Takeshita's shoulder.

"You speak so righteously, but don't forget that in order to eliminate your own suspicion, you did not hesitate to plant bombs in the bar and attack innocent people."

"In my eyes, you are actually no different from those ugly murderous demons."

Officer Megure spoke sternly, and then asked his men to put handcuffs on Takeshita.

After Takeshita was stunned for a while, he finally came to his senses and shouted: "What did you say about planting a bomb in the bar?"

"I only planted one bomb to kill Nakajima!"

Takeshita's voice of defense was very weak in the happy murder scene.

In the suburbs under dusk, a Porsche 356A slowly parked beside the road.

In the forest next to him, a figure who had been waiting for a long time came out.

"Gin, what exactly do you mean by a fraudulent transaction?"

Tequila's voice sounded anxious.

Gin did not answer Tequila's question directly, but ordered coldly: "Give me that box."

Tequila glanced at the money box in her hand, and without thinking much, handed the box to the vodka who stretched out her hand next to her.

However, the moment the box was handed over, Gin next to him suddenly raised his gun and pointed it at Tequila's forehead.

"What are you doing? Gin!"

Looking at the black muzzle in front of her and Gin's frightening sharp eyes, Tequila didn't dare to move and could only question.

"It seems that your intelligence is really inferior to the code name given to you by the organization, Tequila. You don't even know that you are being followed." Gin replied while maintaining the posture of raising the gun.

"What!" Tequila looked stunned.

"Your trip to this transaction has been watched since the beginning of the bar, and the other party came prepared. Even the cups left in the bar have been cleaned."

"This shows that the other party has been targeting you very early, so they can make corresponding preparations in advance."

"It was you who caused the organization to lose a stronghold."

"And your trading partner has been killed by a bomb. It should have been you who was killed."

"So I'm here to make it up for you."

boom!

The gun smoke from the muzzle spurted out along with the firelight, and Tequila's tall body fell forever, with a bloody hole on her forehead.

Gin put the gun in his arms, and the body asked Vodka to be moved to the trunk of the Porsche.

Before moving, Gin also specifically told Vodka to wrap it in a body bag to prevent blood from staining his car.

Vodka did exactly that.

After doing this, Vodka asked Gin: "Brother, could the person following Tequila be from the company, or the FBI?"

"Their rats seem to be chewing on the organization very hard in recent years?"

Regarding the speculation about vodka, Gin shook his head and denied it.

"If it were them, they would definitely find a way to capture the agave instead of replacing the traded items with bombs."

"It's not just the rats who are against the organization."

"Only those who can take such retaliatory measures are those who are disgusting and insidious."

"The Innsmouth Man"