Conan: The Mechanic

"!!" Tomoji Tanaka looked at the corpse in horror. "How...how could..."

Calm down, calm down. . . He is dead, that is. . .

"Who is it! Come out!" Tomoji Tanaka picked up the stick next to him and shouted angrily.

"I'm not here to expose you," Qianyu held an umbrella in her right hand and walked out of the blind spot blocked by the corpse. "Otherwise I said it just now. Trust me, I have no ill will."

"First of all, why did I find out that you are not Kazuyuki Tanaka, but his younger brother Tomoyoshi Tanaka." Chiba picked up a group photo in the TV room and handed it to Tomoyoshi Tanaka. "You know, everyone's physical features are more or less determined by genes, and one of them is big or small. Please look carefully at the eyelids of the twins in the photo."

"Eyelid?" Tomoji Tanaka looked at the photo carefully, and then realized the suspicion. "This!"

"Your brother's left eye has a double eyelid and his right eye has a single eyelid; and you are the exact opposite." Chiba glanced at Tomoyoshi Tanaka's surprised expression and said lightly. "That's why I found out that you're not the real thing. I don't think you've ever observed this, have you?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore," Chiba came to the door of the TV room, opened the door, and walked out under the watchful eyes of Tomoyoshi Tanaka. "Take the photo and follow me."

"How come you are familiar with this place?" Tomoji Tanaka asked with a frown as he walked behind Qianyu.

"I strolled around here just now, so I'm familiar with it." Qianyu came to a door and put her hand on the doorknob. "Next, allow me to tell you the cruelest truth."

"Why did you bring me to my brother's room?" Tomoji Tanaka said coldly when he saw the door that Qianyu wanted to open. "Does it make me sick?"

"First of all," Qianyu opened the door, walked straight to the desk in the room, opened the drawer, and took out a small notebook. "Please answer a question, did your brother live in your house more than a year ago, such as after November 1992?"

"December 1992, how did you know? Also, you actually peeked at his stuff?"

"Need for reasoning. Please pay attention to this, November 22, 1992, Cuphu No. 1 Public Health Center, medical examination form," Chiba pulled out a list from the book. "Your brother, took a test on November 18, 1992, and got the results four days later. Are you going to take a look?"

"Health center?" Tomoji Tanaka's expression changed a bit. "What am I... brother doing there?"

"COI: 23.9," Chiba handed the list to Tomoji Tanaka. "This is a parameter detected by chemiluminescence, which detects..."

"AIDS?" Tomoji Tanaka looked at the names on the list, his tone trembling violently. "My brother?"

"The data of 23.9 means that the probability of false positives is very small, and the probability of your brother getting AIDS is infinitely close to 100%." ​​Qianyu flipped through the manual. "AIDS is a terminal illness, and from this diary, you can find his own guesses - he was in 1987, at a book signing in the United States, the opposite reader coughed blood into his eyes. In addition, He has no conceivable route of infection. That means he has five to 10 years left to live."

"Five to ten years?" Tomoji Tanaka was shocked. "Then why...why would he..."

"Are you eating and drinking here with a sullen face?" Qianyu replied while continuing to turn the page.

"Yeah, why?" Tomoji Tanaka asked.

"First, let's look at a passbook," Chiyu took out another passbook from the drawer. "The account is his own. Look at how much cash there is here."

"Ah!" Tomoji Tanaka was startled just by glancing at the bankbook. "Three-three hundred million?"

"Five to ten years and 300 million, 30 to 60 million per year, and 90,000 to 170,000 per day. Your brother's diary mentioned that he participated in a bachelor party half a year ago, so he has no wife and no children, and his parents have both He died, so the inheritance belongs to you. Excuse me, why did he come to eat your food instead of using his own money? Anyway, the money will be given to you in the end, so why does he have to eat yours?"

"This..." Tomoji Tanaka was speechless, he could only hesitate.

"You started trying to make up to look like him in February this year, right?" Chiba showed a page of the diary to Tomoji Tanaka.

"On February 13, 1994, Zhishi actually bought a dress that could dress up as me..."

"On February 17, 1994, Zhishi started to dress up like me."

"Brother, he found everything?" Tomoji Tanaka looked surprised. "Then he... and, why is the tone of his diaries so weird?"

"Do you think that your brother seems to be in the perspective of God?"

"Yes, it is."

"There is a reason for this. As for the reason... First of all, let me state that the following is my inference." Chiba closed her diary and told the story.

"Sometimes ago, someone sold you beards and eyebrows, right?"

"right."

"Your brother went to major agencies to re-apply for a lot of documents a month ago, especially to take a new photo of the ID card," Chiba handed a driver's license in the drawer to Tomoyoshi Tanaka. "Please pay attention to the details of the ID photo, such as the eyelids."

"Eyelid?" Tomoji Tanaka squinted slightly, staring at the photo of the driver's license. "Ah! This, this!!"

The man in the ID photo has an extremely conspicuous double eyelid on his right eye, while his left eye is a fake single eyelid.

"Eyelid stickers," Qianyu said with her arms crossed, her head bowed slightly, and her eyes closed. "It's this thing that makes your brother temporarily disguise himself as you, and then update the photo."

"Why is that?" Tomoji Tanaka asked, feeling vaguely uneasy.

"Excuse me," Qianyu asked slowly. "Do you know what the gift and inheritance taxes are in Japan?"

"No...I don't know..."

"70%," Chiba continued. "We assume, just assume. If, your brother wants to get out of this world and no longer suffer from the symptoms of late AIDS." Patient No. 0 is actually just an infected person, and his No. 0 name comes from the misidentification of the capital letter O, which is used to mark him as a case from outside California. To sum up, there has been a large number of AIDS in 1994 The case of the deceased, the deceased will naturally know what virtue will be in the later period.)

"Excuse me, how can he give it to you so that you can own the 300 million yen almost without tax?"

"Stop talking. UU reading www.uukanshu.com..." Tomoji Tanaka murmured.

"Have you found it too?" Qian Yu said leisurely, sitting on the chair in front of the desk. "Yes, the only way is to—"

"Don't say it!" Tomoji Tanaka's roar was full of madness, his hands trembled involuntarily, and the driver's license, photos, and laboratory test sheets he was holding all fell to the ground.

"This is the crime you committed yourself!" Chiba suppressed Tomoji Tanaka with a clearer and more explosive voice. "He deliberately asked you to kill him, and then you will continue to live in his identity without knowing it, and gain 300 million yen and all property directly and without loss!"

"Please..." Tomoji Tanaka plopped and sat on the ground with his hands on the ground, and said with a weeping voice. "Please don't say it anymore! Please... I really beg you not to say it anymore..."

"Actually, I didn't think of this at first," Chiba knelt down in front of Tomoyoshi Tanaka, and took the photo of the Tanaka brothers and showed it to Tomoyoshi Tanaka. "I was just thinking about you being a murderer. You know how I found out there might be something hidden?"

"You only looked at your eyelids just now, please tell me now," Following Chiba's words, Tanaka Tomoshima's tearful eyes slightly opened, and he looked at the stranger he was most familiar with. "Mr. Tomoji Tanaka, what can you see from Kazuyu Tanaka's eyes in the photo?"

"All I can read is deep love!" Chiba tapped Kazuyu Tanaka's eyes on the photo with her index fingernail fiercely. "Love is so great, if there is no secret, he should be whatever you ask for and give you everything. Excuse me! Why did you kill him? Why?"

"Brother! Why are you doing this! Why!" Tomoji Tanaka's wailing was so desolate, regretful and hopeless.