Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

By the time the three of them took a taxi to the helipad mentioned in the call, Uncle Mori and Officer Twilight were already standing there and began to persuade Mr. Hiroki.

"Mr. Hiroki, when did you submit your flight application form?" Officer Shiratori looked at Hiroki Tsuji, who had an impatient expression in front of the helicopter, with a serious expression.

"I think about it, probably the day before yesterday. Mr. Hiroki rubbed his chin and replied patiently.

"Officer Twilight, Murakami may have been ambushed at the Toto Airport. Officer Shiratori looked at Officer Twilight with a solemn expression.

"In that case, then you can drive to the Dongdu Airport and wait, and my Maori brother and I will follow Mr. Tsuji and fly over with him.

Officer Twilight nodded, and put his hand around Uncle Maori's shoulder.

"Well, that, I want to ride in the car with Officer Shiratori... Wait, I'm going to the bathroom! Don't pull me!" Uncle

Maori was pulled by Officer Twilight with a panicked face, and was about to get into the helicopter, but was stopped by Banxia raising his hand.

"Shouldn't we check the helicopter first than to let Officer Shiratori go to the Dongdu Airport to ambush first?After all, isn't it more effective to find a specific person from an airport that covers such a large area and kill them in public, and to use the vehicles that the other party will definitely use?"

Banxia raised his hand and pointed to the helicopter, his expression a little helpless.

"But this plane was overhauled only the day before yesterday, and there were no problems when I checked it just now.

Mr. Tsuji spread his hands, obviously not caring much about Banxia's questions.

"What about the other things, will there be a bomb in the storage box?" Banxia came up with an even more frantic idea.

"How could there be such a thing!Can you little devil not mess around like this?"

As he spoke, Hiroki Tsuji dissatisfiedly opened the storage boxes in the cabin and showed them to Banxia.

But Banxia didn't care about this, but was attracted by a small medicine bottle.

"What is this?" Banxia took out his handkerchief, pinched the medicine bottle, unscrewed the lid and sniffed it gently, then squeezed out two more drops on his fingertips and licked them carefully.

"Eye drops, I have a habit of dropping a few drops of vitamins before driving, is there any problem?" Hiroki Tsuji walked over with a helpless expression.

"There's a problem? It's a big problem. Banxia pinched the small medicine bottle and shook it, "It's not vitamins here at all." Does Hongcaiyan know that this is the mydriatic agent used to treat it. "

I remember this mydriatic agent—" Conan's pupils shrank sharply, and his face was full of fear.

"This mydriatic agent is different from the treatment of pseudomyopia, the effect time is slower, but the duration is longer, it takes about a week, or even ten days to recover.

Banxia handed the vial to Officer Shiratori and looked at Hiroki Tsuji meaningfully.

"If you really had to go with the usual plan, I think, you should know what the consequences would be.

Hearing this, Hiroki Tsuji couldn't help but think of the fireworks that exploded, and a large cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Thank you so much... If it weren't for this kid's insistence, I might..."

"Since the Ten of Spades has come to an end for the time being, have you ever thought of who the Nine of Spades represents?" Conan raised his hand and tugged at Uncle Maori's trouser legs.

"I really didn't come up with it, but if it's eight, I do have an idea. Uncle Maori touched his chin.

"Eight

?" "A bartender I know, whose name is Sawaki Fair, doesn't there be an eight in the public character?"

Uncle Maori didn't drop the chain too much this time, and gave a very reliable guess.

With the goal in mind, Officer Twilight quickly summoned two police cars and pulled a large number of people to Mr. Sawaki's apartment.

Along the way, Banxia looked at the scenery outside the car and frowned.

"What do you think, frowning so tightly?"

Conan looked at Banxia's solemn expression, a little curious.

"Don't you think things are a little strange?" Banxia turned his head and looked at Conan, but his eyes were not actually focused, and he was obviously still thinking.

"Strange? Conan didn't figure out what Banxia meant.

"Don't you feel that Mr. Tsuji's incident is very different from the previous ones?" Banxia's gaze finally refocused on Conan's face.

"Different?" Conan was stunned for a moment, and began to carefully recall the bits and pieces of the past few days.

I don't know if it's because of the illusion caused by Banxia's words, or if the matter really implies other mysteries, Conan did feel a slight sense of disobedience.

"Compared to this time, don't you think that the first three attacks are completely less dangerous than this one?"

"You see, whether Officer Twilight was attacked or Dr. Asa was shot, even if the first arrow missed, the murderer had enough time and opportunity to make up for the fatal one, but he fled without hesitation. Banxia explained when he saw Conan's expression of wanting to argue.

"But Officer Twilight didn't say that when Dr. Asa was attacked, wasn't it because I chased after him that the murderer was afraid of being caught and fled?"

Conan was a little unconvinced.

"You're kidding, aren't you? A grown man with a crossbow would give up an extra ten seconds to get another arrow out of fear of a schoolboy who doesn't even fall to his waist? "

Of course, if you're still like Shinichi Kudo, it won't be the same. Banxia silently added in her heart.

"In the same way, Aunt Yingli was originally poisoned by eating chocolate with something added, but I looked at it afterwards and found that the chocolate was only filled with the simplest pesticides. And it's the kind of one who just washes the stomach and has nothing to do in two days. It was clear that it could be exchanged for all kinds of deadly poisons that would kill you in your mouth, but the murderer just bought the most convenient one at random.

"But this time is different, unless you have had erythrophylitis, or you have specifically learned about related drugs, few people will know about this uncommon mydriatic agent.

Banxia glanced at Conan and turned his head to look out the window.

"The murderer really wanted to put Mr. Hiroki Tsuji to death, and he was the kind who didn't have a body. "

What do you mean... Attacking the person related to the uncle is just a pretense, a trick, and the person the other party really wants to kill is actually Mr. Hiroki Tsuji? And the murderer is not Akira Murakami?"

Conan's brain was running rapidly, but in the end, he found that with the current clues, there was no evidence to refute Banxia's view.

"I didn't see it, Banxia, you are so good at reasoning, you really don't look like a child.

Conan looked at Banxia and narrowed his eyes, the pupils behind the lenses hiding deep suspicion.

"Of course, I'm a prodigy that I don't meet in a lifetime. And I'm not very good at reasoning, but I've only seen similar files in Aunt Yingli's office.

Banxia chuckled, test me, you can guess slowly, anyway, I didn't take medicine to get smaller. If you can really guess the truth out of thin air, I'll live stream handstand and wash your hair.