Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"Filmed! This prisoner is such a stupid person that he didn't know that he would be captured by the camera. Uncle Maori stood behind Officer Twilight, looking at the surveillance footage and couldn't help but laugh.

In the surveillance video, Boss Manaka suddenly walked from off-screen to the screen, looking at his watch impatiently.

"Ah, it's the real boss." Uncle Maori scurried in front of the screen, looked at the screen with deep eyes, and muttered, "Okay, come out, prisoner, let me see your face clearly."

At the same time, Conan, who was forced to endure Banxia, also stood on the bench, staring intently at the surveillance video.

But what they didn't expect was that the medieval armor that was originally standing behind the boss suddenly moved as if it had come to life, and took advantage of the fact that the boss didn't notice it for a while, and slashed at the back of the boss with a sword. Then came two clean swords that nailed him to the wall.

Officer Twilight looked at the screen and suddenly reached out and pressed the pause button.

"Wait, this composition!" Looking at the forbidden picture, Uncle Maori and Conan shouted in unison, "It's exactly like that picture!"

"The painting?" Officer Twilight was confused.

Xiaolan stepped forward and took Banxia on top of Conan's head into her arms, and explained at the same time, "It's an oil painting called "Heavenly Punishment" hanging in front of the deceased.

"I'm afraid it's a way to kill people in order to imitate that painting." Uncle Maori touched his chin and looked at the back on the screen.

"The prisoner is very bold, isn't he afraid of being seen by others in this kind of dress?" Officer Twilight was a little confused.

"That's why there was a no-entry sign in the hallway leading to the homicide room." Xiaolan rubbed Banxia's head, and there was a hint of guilt in her voice.

"What!" Officer Twilight turned to look at Ran.

At this time, Uncle Maori also remembered such an incident, "Xiaolan, it should have been four o'clock at that time, right?" "

That's right, but the sign was gone when I went back at five o'clock." Banxia flicked his paw and didn't let Xiaolan pinch his meat pad.

"And the time of the crime is half past four, that is, at four o'clock, the murderer placed a sign in front of the exhibition hall, changed into armor and hid in the hall, and then killed the boss of Manaka who came here by appointment. That is to say—" Officer Twilight's sharp gaze moved back and forth on the faces of the three staff members behind him.

"In other words, the murderer should be a staff member who knows a lot about the inside of the museum." Uncle Maori followed Officer Twilight's words.

"That is, the prisoner is among you."

And Banxia didn't care about this, he focused all his attention on Conan. He knew very well that Conan, who was Kudo Shinichi, could still be thrown off by him at the combined level of others.

Taking advantage of Xiaolan's inattention, Banxia broke free from her embrace again, jumped onto the console, and observed every move on the screen up close.

"Ah, Banxia!" Xiaolan looked at Officer Twilight with some apologies, and was about to reach for the back of Banxia's neck, but was stopped by Officer Twilight.

"It's okay, it's okay, Banxia can watch it if you want to, he's our lucky general." Officer Twilight rubbed Banxia's head and briefly told Xiaolan about the fact that Banxia was able to find useful clues every time he handled the case several times before.

"Meow! (Stop!) Right here!

As soon as Conan, who also found the problem, raised his wrist, he found that Banxia had slammed the pause button, and his tail slapped the screen, attracting everyone's attention.

Conan, who was one step behind, pulled down the corners of his mouth, raised his hand and wanted to rub Banxia's cheeks fiercely, but as soon as he rubbed it twice, Banxia's head was full of paw prints.

"What did he find, he took a note, and the pen on the table, what was he writing? The pen was thrown away, but what about the note? It's still in his hands! Officer Twilight and Uncle Maori looked at each other, then turned and rushed to the exhibition hall.

With a cacophony of footsteps, the crowd returned to the scene again. A gloved policeman carefully cracked the corpse's palm and pulled out a piece of paper crumpled together.

"Kuwata!" Officer Twilight unfolded the note, looked at the crooked handwriting on it, and subconsciously read it aloud.

"Huh? Why call me? Wata, who had his head down, looked around a little dazedly when he heard his name.

"Meow! (Impossible!) How could the murderer be him?

Banxia reached out his claws, grabbed Officer Twilight's clothes and climbed onto his shoulders. Even with his three-legged cat's level of Japanese, he could still recognize that it was Wata.

No, no, there must be something wrong. Where the hell did this old man move?

Banxia turned his head to stare at the curator who was bent over in the crowd and had no clear vision, the corners of his mouth were grinning, revealing a mouth full of fangs, Young Master Ben will definitely find out your feet. I'm going to make up my mind for your wisps of calamity!

"Meow! (Kudo Kid, come on!) I'm optimistic about you! Banxia jumped off Officer Twilight's shoulder, walked over to Conan, raised his paw and patted his calf.

"Wait, wait, I'm not a murderer!" Only then did Watada understand his situation, and he took two steps back with a frightened face.

"You said you weren't the murderer, but you told me where you were when the murder happened at half past four!" Officer Twilight took a step forward with the note in his hand, staring into Wata's eyes.

"I'm alone in the office at half past four, doing the task that the curator told me to do!" Wakuda waved his hand in a hurry.

The curator also interjected at the right time to testify on Kuwata's behalf, "I did arrange his assignment at that time.

"But there's no one to testify to whether you're honest in the office or not." Officer Twilight approached slowly, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

"But I don't have a motive!"

"Even concealing it won't help now, Mr. Kuwata." With a righteous face, Iijima interrupted Wata's defense, "You secretly stole the exhibits of the art museum and sold them, and the boss is demanding huge compensation from you, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Wata's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and he shouted while retreating backwards one after another, "But this has nothing to do with the murder!" I really didn't kill anyone!

Banxia narrowed his eyes and said secretly in his heart, sure enough, it's you, only the old man, you can create such a useless alibi for Wata. But what about the note?

As he pondered, he wandered around the exhibition hall when suddenly a reflected light caught his attention. Behind a row of armor, a ballpoint pen was lying quietly on the ground.

"Meow! (Pen found!)

Banxia picked up a ballpoint pen in his mouth, ran up to Conan with a puff of smoke, stretched out his paw and tugged at his trouser legs.

"Huh? Is it the pen in the surveillance? Conan took the ballpoint pen that was found by Banxia, looked at it and was snatched by Uncle Maori.

"Children should not stir around important evidence. Wow, it's still a very high-end ballpoint pen. Unlike a ballpoint pen that is normally pressed, Uncle Maori twisted the barrel so hard that the tip of the pen that was shrunk inside stretched out.

"This is the pen that was issued by our museum on the occasion of its 50th anniversary this year, and everyone involved has such a ballpoint pen." The curator walked over with his hands behind his back and explained.

Well? I thought there would be some important clues on the pen, but it didn't seem to have any effect on solving the case. The somewhat frustrated Banxia didn't notice that Conan sneaked back to the monitoring room while everyone wasn't paying attention.

After successfully coaxing the two police officers who were watching the surveillance room away, Conan turned on the surveillance video again and looked at the details of the video second by second.

"No, no, Mr. Manaka's expression is wrong. Was the look of surprise when you saw the note? Why throw the pen away in anger after you've finished writing? Conan stared intently at the video, muttering quietly.

"No, the tip of the ballpoint pen that Banxia gave me is retracted, so why does Mr. Manaka still have the leisure to turn the tip back in this case?" Conan's expression changed, and he jumped off his stool and rushed towards the exhibition hall.

"Meow! (Where's Conan the Kid!) Banxia looked around with a frown. I didn't pay attention to it, and I actually lost Conan's kid. The next second, I suddenly saw Conan rushing in from outside the door, running to the policeman with the evidence, and snatching the file bag containing the note.

"That's true!" Conan stared at the note in the evidence bag and nodded secretly.

"Meow! (I'm going to see it too!) I'm going to see it too! Banxia pulled Conan, too, to see what he had found.

Bang -

"Imp! Don't mess around! Out of nowhere, Uncle Maori snatched the bag and slammed his backhand into Conan's head, leaving behind a steaming bag.

Banxia glanced at Conan, he didn't want to be hammered out like Conan. Anyway, it has been determined that Conan has confirmed the evidence he wants to confirm, and he just needs to lie down and watch him perform, while waiting to pick up the heart of the calamity.

"Officer Twilight! We found this in Mr. Kuwata's cabinet. "Two policemen rushed in from the outside, carrying a large bag. As the bag approached, a strong smell of blood went straight to Banxia's nose.

"The evidence is ironclad! Wata, what else do you want to quibble!

Looking at Kuwata, who was set up by two policemen, Banxia came to Conan's side with some anxiety. If you don't make a move, Watako will really be taken away.

"Tsk, a lot of blood, a good work of art was destroyed like this."

"Ah, Mr. Maori doesn't need to feel distressed, this armor is an imitation, and the real armor has not been harmed in any way. Strange to say, such a big thing happened this time, and it seems that there is no damage to the exhibits. Mr. Iijima walked up to Uncle Mori with a look of glee.

"Huh? No exhibits damaged? If the murderer was really Mr. Kuwata, he wouldn't care about the exhibits. Conan set his sights on the curator. With a roll of my eyes, I thought of a good way to validate my idea.

Bang -

Banxia shook his head, and looked viciously at Conan who rushed to Xiaolan's side and snatched the record book, "Meow! (Okay, you Kudo, you dare to kick me, you're finished!)

"Ah, I can't stand it, toilet, toilet, toilet! Uncle, where is your toilet here! Conan pretended to be anxious and approached the curator.

"Ah, you just go this way, and then that."

"Gee, I can't remember what you said, can you help draw a road map?" Conan held up the notebook and stared intently at the curator's expression.

"It's from this room—" The curator held up the pen he had taken out of his bosom and hung over the notebook with a slow reluctance to put it down.

Looking at the curator's slightly trembling arm, Conan stopped acting and looked at the curator, "Uncle, you knew that this pen couldn't write before you put pen to paper, right?" It's strange, why do you put a pen that can't write in your arms? "

Can't write a ballpoint pen?" Uncle Maori was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised the evidence bag in his hand in front of him, "If the ballpoint pen in the hand of the boss can't write, then this note..."

That's it! Conan stood beside Uncle Maori and nodded frantically.

“...... This note should be a blank piece of paper. Uncle Maori paused, and came to a speechless conclusion.

"No, no, isn't there a mark of alteration on this? It looks like someone is trying to change the original handwriting with a pen. In desperation, Conan could only speak again to remind.

"I see! The handwriting on this note is not left by the real boss at all, but from the hands of the prisoner! Uncle Maori suddenly realized, "Use the silent surveillance, and the pre-written note, to create a false truth that does not match the facts!" "

As for the murderer, it's you, Director Ochiai!" Uncle Maori posed for what he thought was handsome.

"Maybe you're all stupid, it's all about getting rid of Boss Manaka. This selfish guy wants to destroy the sacred art gallery, so I'm going to get rid of this demon. Just like in that painting, the demon was killed by the righteous knight, but the knight was also baptized with evil blood, which means that he was also polluted by the demon.

Director Ochiai chuckled and walked over to Officer Twilight and stretched out his hands.

"Meow... (Will the dragon slayer boy eventually become a dragon...) ）"