Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

Banxia looked up at the man in front of him, who was probably choked by his own saliva because of a moment of excitement, and coughed there until he was trembling.

He had a strange feeling that he couldn't describe.

"Sir, sit down and drink some water."

Xiaolan looked at the man who was coughing, pressed him to the sofa, and handed him a cup of hot water.

"Mr. Mori, please save me, I am a classmate who studied at the Institute of Physics of Yonehua University with Takayuki Irie, who was killed, my name is Hiroshi Nakamoto."

"Your surname is Nakamoto!"

Hearing this name, everyone except Banxia stood up.

"Uh, what's the problem?"

Nakamoto, who was sitting in front of the sofa, looked at Qi Shushu's eyes staring at him, couldn't help but shudder, and shrunk his neck a little weakly.

"It's you! You killed him last night!

Uncle Maori slammed the table and glared at Hiroshi Nakamoto.

"I didn't kill anyone!"

Nakamoto looked eagerly into Uncle Maori's eyes, and he almost hung a sign on his face that said sincerely.

"Although the police named me as the most serious suspect in this case, they actually misunderstood me."

Nakamoto grabbed the cup in his hand and stood up.

"Oh? What did you misunderstand?

Banxia put down his homework book and looked up at him curiously.

Feeling Banxia's gaze, Nakamoto subconsciously shivered, and the water in the cup spilled on the ground.

"Its... Actually, I didn't go to Irie's house at all last night. "

Huh?"

Hearing this, all four of them frowned.

"But the four of us, we all heard the two of you arguing at the bottom of Mr. Irie's building last night, and you said, you are not there, how can it be?"

Xiaolan raised her own questions.

"It was actually an audio tape, just a pre-recorded recording of our argument and then he pretended to be me. He counted the time, and—"

Nakamoto gritted his teeth and said this.

"Huh? You mean Mr. Irie is playing a one-man show there?

Uncle Maori raised an eyebrow with an incomprehensible expression.

"Yes, just to create an alibi for me."

As he spoke, Nakamoto lowered his head with some weakness.

"Good fellow, make an alibi?"

Banxia, who had eaten the big melon again, raised his head and smacked his lips.

"What are you trying to do?"

"That way, I'll be able to infiltrate our teacher, leave the village professor's house, and kill him."

As he spoke, Nakamoto's fists clenched, and his body trembled slightly, as if suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Professor Izumura secretly sold the research results of the two of us to the company's research institute, but after we reported it, we ended up expelling the university because of the professor's connections and power. That's why we thought of taking advantage of the absence of the professor's family to create the illusion of robbers killing people.

After a long pause, Nakamoto, who didn't get any response, could only continue to tell his story.

"But when I sneaked into the professor's house, it turned out that things were completely different from what we had planned, and the professor wasn't at home at all, and I waited there for an hour and he still didn't come back. In the end, I had to abandon the plan, when I infiltrated the professor's house at ten o'clock, and left at eleven o'clock.

After saying that, Nakamoto looked at Uncle Maori with a worried face.

Uncle Maori, who was sitting across from him, clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes.

"If what you say is true, then you really won't be the murderer who killed Irie Guixing."

However, the professor said that he had been tidying up in his study all night yesterday and had not left the house at all. I don't know why the professor gave a false confession to the police..."Looking

at Nakamoto, who was clutching his hair and looking distressed, Banxia stopped his pen again and interrupted what he said.

"Wait, this one, uh... Mr. Nakamoto, if nothing else, all of what you have said so far is empty talk, right?

"But what I said is true!"

Nakamoto's eyes widened as he looked at Banxia, trembling as if he was extremely angry because he had been framed.

"But the current situation is that you are one, there is no evidence, and the other, whether what you say is true or not, you are a crime? Why should we believe in your crime, which has not produced any evidence until now? After all, no matter what the outcome, you're either a murderer or an attempted murderer.

The pen in Banxia's hand slammed on the table one by one.

"Shhh yes, you might as well come up with some evidence that will convince you. Who knows if you will kill someone and want to blame your professor.

Uncle Maori narrowed his eyes and looked at Nakamoto with suspicion once more.

"This—"

A large cold sweat broke out on Nakamoto's forehead.

"And it stands to reason that if the plan made by the two of them together fails, they should get together and discuss it again, no matter how bad it is, they have to make a phone call to communicate, especially murder... Well...... Something significant.

Xiaolan glanced at Banxia, who was speaking, and recalled the scene when the two of them had stayed up late to list possible situations in order to save Akemi Miyano, and another suspicion flashed in her mind.

"But Mr. Nakamoto said that you abandoned the plan because the professor was not at home, and left his house at eleven o'clock. According to the judgment of the police, Mr. Irie was already dead at that time. However, the call to the police only reached the Metropolitan Police Department this morning.

The more Xiaolan spoke, the more she felt that there was no problem with the suspicions she found, and her voice became more and more confident.

"In this way, it can be seen that Mr. Nakamoto, you have not contacted Mr. Irie again after giving up the plan, otherwise the police would have received a call from you shortly after the incident."

"I... I called at the time, but no one answered..."

Nakamoto's voice became quieter and quieter.

Because he also found a loophole in the excuse he made.

As an accomplice to the murderer, the person who creates an alibi can be said to hold the lifeblood of the murderer, and once he chooses to betray, the murderer will definitely not be able to escape the punishment of the law.

No murderer would say that after the incident, he could go home and sleep as if nothing had happened, after he could not contact the person who made the alibi for him.

Even a fool will feel that there is a big problem in it.

Hearing this, Conan blinked.

He felt that if he didn't say anything again, wouldn't it mean that he and Uncle Maori were at the same level?

No way! Think about it, where is the problem...

By the way, there must be something wrong with that thing!

"So, the flyer in Uncle Maori's mailbox must have been secretly stuffed in by Uncle Nakamoto, just so that Uncle Maori would appear on the bottom floor of the apartment building that night."

Conan staggered to his desk and flipped out the leaflet in the paper basket.

"Hmm... Indeed, that store is too far away from you, and no store usually sends flyers so far, right? The cost of doing so is too high, but the benefits are not very considerable, and it is very uneconomical.

As a lord who refuses to suffer, Banxia instantly figured out the basis of Conan's inference.

"I... Am I really taking it for granted?

Nakamoto finally couldn't hold the cup in his hand, but even the hot water splashed on him didn't make him react, and he just said in a bitter voice.

"Originally, I wanted to use language to lead Mr. Mori to conclude that Professor Nakamura was the murderer. I also made a lot of preparations for this, but I didn't expect Mr. Maori to be worthy of being a detective, and these little tricks of mine were discovered by the juniors you cultivated before they began..."

"Whahahahahaha! That's of course, and you don't look at who brought it up. Although

Uncle Maori's mind was still a little unturned, it did not prevent him from putting his hands on his hips and showing his pride.

Looking at Nakamoto with his eyes closed, Banxia suddenly raised the pencil in his hand and put it in front of his eyes, blocking Nakamoto's eyes.

"By the way, Mr. Nakamoto, the old gentleman who stopped us last night is you, right?"

"That's right, after I drove you away, I went in and killed Guixing, not only took the videotape, but also disguised the situation that Professor Izumura installed a bugging device at Guixing's house."

After being revealed, Nakamoto didn't hide it anymore, and directly told his original plan and motives.

"So, just for some research? This thing is also worth grabbing? Isn't that how much you want?

After Banxia learned that Nakamoto just wanted to be the first author of the research results, he couldn't help but blink his eyes and tilted his head to think about it.

I also have Dr. Agasa, who shares the firepower under the name of Dr. Asasa, and there are more than a dozen research results, right?

And although the reason is a little special, Xiao Ai wants to write her in the author's column, but she doesn't want to.

Tut-tut, thinking about it this way, people's joys and sorrows are really difficult to resonate...