Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"What do you say, little ghost! You're making trouble! Officer, you don't really believe him, do you?

Akira Tanaka pretended to be calm and looked at Officer Kotoriyu.

"Little ghost, what are you kidding, didn't anyone see Mr. Matsushita come out and go to the medicine field at that time?" Uncle Maori glared at Banxia dissatisfied.

"How could a dead man come out of a room and wander around? You must be misremembering.

"That's right, how could a dead man wander around? But what if that person isn't actually the real Mr. Matsushita?

Banxia glanced at Akira Tanaka, who had an ugly face, shook his head, and walked to the two servants who said they had seen Matsushita.

"Are you sure that person is Mr. Matsushita? In other words, how do you know for sure that the figure you see is Matsushita Sairo? The

two servants looked at each other, a little hesitant.

"I saw the clothes that man was wearing, and because the clothes that Mr. Matsushita wears every time he comes are very expensive, so once he comes, I pay special attention to his clothes."

The servant who cleaned the hall scratched his head, his voice uncertain.

Being talked about by Banxia like this, he was also a little unsure.

"What about you?" Officer Birdie turned to look at the other man.

"Me? I...... I just saw a figure in a suit, and when he said it, I thought it was Mr. Matsushita. After all, no one else in the house wears a suit except for the guests. Hearing

this, Uncle Maori turned his head to look at Akira Tanaka, his eyes sharp.

"Mr. Tanaka, can you tell us where you were at that time? What do you do?

"At that time, I was in my room preparing the materials that Mr. Matsushita would use."

Mr. Tanaka's face was ugly, and he replied through gritted teeth.

But what does that mean? Xiangri doesn't have an alibi! And I don't have any contradictions with Mr. Matsushita.

"Really? Mr. Tanaka? But my friend told me that your daughter is in trouble because of something, and there seems to be Mr. Matsushita behind it.

Dr. Asasa looked at his phone and read out the message Yusaku had just sent.

"And as an outstanding graduate of the Department of Pharmacy at Tokyo University, Mr. Tanaka's graduation thesis seems to be related to leponsypin, right?"

"But according to Mr. Maori's reasoning, where will I have the time to put the key back in the forged secret room? I've been following Mr. Zhao, and I've been staying with you all the time, so how can I have time to go and put the key back secretly?

Mr. Tanaka gradually calmed down and said with a sneer.

"Yes, even if the time of death is different, but the method of the secret room will not change, the murderer should not be..."

"Holes?"

Uncle Maori was a little stunned, walked into the room, and looked at a hole in the wall that had been blocked but had been picked up by Conan.

"Mr. Lin, where is the entrance to the cave here?"

Officer Xiaoniayou turned his head to look at Old Man Lin, his eyes revealing exploration.

"I remembered that all the guest rooms on this floor were not designed like this at the beginning, and the original ceiling was a mezzanine with a pipe in the middle, which was a lot lower than the current one. But now Mr. Lin, who is in Huaxia, felt that the guest rooms on this floor would be very cramped, so he asked someone to tear down the ceiling on that floor, and the original central pipe was also removed, and each room was replaced with an independent air conditioner.

Steward Gongsun frowned and thought for a long time, and suddenly realized.

"Ahem, now that the clues have been collected, then my reasoning can begin..."

Uncle Maori coughed, and was just about to start his reasoning, when he felt his eyes darken, and he sat down on the chair behind him where Conan was standing just now.

At this scene, Xiaolan's face turned dark, and the pants had just been washed.

Although there is a washing machine for washing clothes, she still has to do it to dry clothes! Moreover, this kind of pants is easy to wrinkle and shrink if it is washed often, so if you have more times, you need to buy new pants for your father.

Thinking of this, Xiaolan silently decided that Conan's pocket money would be gone next month!

Not...... Otherwise, it's better to deduct half.

"The murderer is you, Mr. Akira Tanaka, you first let Mr. Matsushita eat oranges, and then knocked him unconscious, and then you gave him the toxin that had been prepared a long time ago, and then changed into Mr. Matsushita's clothes, deliberately showing his body along the way, but he was careful not to let his face be seen by others, all of this, in order to confuse the time of death and forge his alibi."

Conan hid in the blind spot of everyone's sight, using the voice changer, and started from the beginning.

This time he had to have a good time with reasoning, and the last time he was on the train, he hadn't finished reasoning until the matter was over, which made him feel like he was punching in the air.

"As for the evidence of your doing, it is the slightly deformed shoes on the deceased's feet."

"Shoes?"

Officer Birdie quickly walked over to the corpse and found that the back of the shoe was indeed somewhat deformed. It's just that Mr. Maori did he scout the room just now?

"And except for the people who didn't have the time to commit the crime at that time, there are only Mr. Tanaka, Ms. Mukai, and them."

Conan took Uncle Maori's arm and pointed to a man and a woman and two other servants.

"However, the only one who can wear shoes that are a little deformed is Mr. Tanaka, whose feet are bigger than Mr. Matsushita."

"You... You can't convince anything, and, most importantly, according to you, I can't afford to forge a secret room.

Akira Tanaka forcibly calmed down and argued.

"No, now there's another solution to the secret room. Through those holes in the walls.

Uncle Conan's Maori voice was very determined.

"When Conan said there was a stone in the trash can, I wondered why there was a stone that was so out of harmony with the environment. But when I found the plugged hole, I understood the truth of the matter.

"You start with a tenacious, thin thread like a long piano line, one end unknotted, wrapped around the stone, while the other end is thrown into your room through the hole you have plucked the filling out of. Then the scene is arranged, the door is locked from the outside, and then the key is passed through the thin wire, stuffed into the deceased's room through the hole, and by pulling the thin wire, the key slides into the trash can, and then the thin wire is pulled back by pulling the thin line that was originally wrapped around the stone, and finally the hole is blocked.

"And because you were worried that the stone would roll over and knock over the trash can, defeating your purpose of pretending to be the deceased committing suicide, you leaned it against the table, and that's why the key ended up in the center of the garbage, not on the surface of the garbage."

Conan paused, "As for the evidence, it's that there are thin lines at the bottom of the hole that leads to the next door in this house.

"So, the scheming frog keeps touching your stomach - the murderer is you, Akira Tanaka, Mr. Tanaka!"

Conan, who finally reasoned briskly, subconsciously said his classic quotations, but it seemed that he didn't seem to find it.

Xiaolan and Banxia glanced at each other and took out their mobile phones at the same time.

"Shouldn't

I pretend I didn't hear what he said?"