Every Day on the Verge of Being Arrested By Detectives

"Ahhhhh~Why is Mr. Chenggu the first 24th row, but he came out first? It's strange~"

The words of Edogawa Conan gave all the people present to enlighten.

Yamamoto, the man with glasses, frowned: "After we came out, Cheng Gu was already waiting for us at the door. I didn't think much about it at the time, but it is a bit strange now when I think of it... You obviously were sitting in front of us, and the venue left in order. , It should be after we go out first."

The tall young Koichi Asakura also put on an expression of trying to remember, echoing the words of the man with glasses: "Yes, Narutani did wait for us outside from the beginning."

The short man Narutani Jiro had cold sweat on his head. He clenched his fist and said with a tight face, "I walked out first because I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, can't it? There is nothing wrong with that!"

Edogawa Conan showed the expression of [caught you].

"Really? But in the surveillance, the [Mr. Narutani] in the seat was guessed later, why?" Edogawa Conan approached step by step.

The short man Cheng Gu Jiro opened his mouth and finally couldn't find an excuse.

"You certainly didn't expect that the alibi that you have carefully prepared will become your biggest loophole." Amuro Tou smiled lightly, "but I don't blame you, after all, after the concert, everyone else walks out, only you are stuck in the seat. Not going out will attract everyone’s attention. In order to prevent yourself from being exposed, you can only come out in advance along the flow of people. You must have considered in advance. After the concert, all the fans are in excitement, including your two companions. Those who can’t wait to share their thoughts will ignore the unnaturalness of your coming out in advance.”

"You grabbed two tickets in total. The first one is a good position in the front row of the concert, and the second one can only grab the back row, but it doesn't matter to you, it is better to say that the back row is better. Observe the state of the deceased." Subaru Okinawa pushed his glasses with a steady tone, "Then you post on the fan forum saying that you have one more ticket and want to shoot. Because it is a good position in the front row, many people will contact you. You, you use this to screen out people who are similar to your own body, and ask the other party to wear the same headscarf and mask on the day of the concert as an identifying feature. Then you hand over the ticket to the other party and let the other party sit [24 row 17 No.], so that your alibi is ready."

"The deceased was sitting in front of us at the time, and the frequency of the other party drinking water was very abnormal. It stands to reason that an experienced idol house cannot make the low-level mistake of drinking a lot of water during the concert. You treat the deceased's water bottle. Have you moved your hands and feet? Did you get something that would make people thirsty and drink water..." Amurotou said confidently with one hand in his trouser pocket, "Are you furosemide and other furosemide drugs?"

Yamamoto, the man with glasses, tightened his lips: "Sariya...I remember before the concert started, you reminded us that we had better go to the bathroom first, so that we can't help it at the beginning of the concert. At that time, you were outside the bathroom to help us guard our luggage... Could it be that you did something with Aihara's kettle at that time?"

The short man Narutani Jiro squeezed his hands.

Toru Amuro’s gaze fell on Narutani Jiro: “You let the other party keep drinking water just to make him unable to help but go to the bathroom. You sit in the back row and observe the state of the deceased. When he shows an uncomfortable expression, you Just leave early, jam the door of the men’s bathroom on the first floor with a wooden block, and put words like [under repair, please go to the second floor] on it, trick the deceased into the second floor and commit the murder... But you can be true Bold, as long as there are other men going to the bathroom, your murder will be hit on the spot."

"Wait, but we just watched the surveillance. Only a few women left before the deceased?" Officer Megome asked, "Mr. Narutani is a male."

"Hey! Why does Officer Megome think that those who left before are all women?" Edogawa Conan asked.

"Ah...because the opponent is petite and has long hair..." Officer Megumi replied.

"But those women in front also wear masks and wear loose-fitting Yuori Haori? Mr. Narutani is petite. If he wears a wig, it is difficult to judge his gender from the monitoring point of view, right?" Edogawa Conan said.

"Ah!" A few people showed their expressions of sudden realization.

"That's what I said and said!" Takagi agreed. After all, as policemen, they also need to disguise themselves as plain clothes on missions, and they have a high degree of recognition for disguise.

"But Mr. Chenggu doesn't have a wig in his bag. After killing the victim, he must continue to pretend to be a woman and return to the venue. It is impossible to throw away the wig in advance. After leaving the venue, the wig is so obvious. It's impossible to throw things away at will, as long as you search it, you can find it out." Mouri Kogoro said, holding his chest.

"The Maori detective is right! After gathering outside the venue, Cheng Gu has been with us. He didn't have a chance to throw away things like wigs." The tall young man Asakura said, "Did you make a mistake? Just coming out early does not mean that Chenggu is the murderer. Even if Chenggu sells the tickets to others, it cannot directly prove that he killed Aihara!"

"Because there is no chance to throw it away, the wig is still on the other party," Edogawa Conan said.

"So I said, there is no such thing as a wig in the other party's bag!" Mouri Kogoro repeated.

"Yes, it's just being covered up." Edogawa Conan said, "Mr. Narutani, can you please untie your head scarf?"

"..." Cheng Gu Jiro, the short man, didn't hum.

"Mr. Cheng Gu?" Officer Mumu frowned.

"...Ha, it's really retribution." Nariya Jiro smiled, "Because I was so unlucky to meet the detective at the concert of the Backstreet Girls. I thought it was a seamless strategy, but I didn't expect it to be dismantled all at once. ."

"Sure Gu, did you do it?!" The young Asakura gave a shocked expression. He tried to speak to the other party just now, "You, why did you kill Aihara? Isn't your relationship very good?!"

"The relationship is very good? What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who would make friends with that kind of shameless, mean, domineering and unreasonable fat man?!" Jiro Narutani finally couldn't help but broke out, and he changed his previous attitude of being a solemnity. , Yelled loudly at Mr. Asakura, "Obviously everyone is a fan of Ai Li, but he always puts on a superior appearance! He points out other people's hobbies, and throws models made by others for Ai Li on the ground! He Just a bastard!!"

“Idol-fan fights are not uncommon. It’s really bad that Aihara threw the Airi model you made before on the ground, but the other party already apologized to you at that time. If you can’t accept it, you can tell it. But if you just Kill Aihara in order to swallow this, forgive me. I can’t accept it.” Yamamoto, the man with glasses, frowned, “Seeking common ground while reserving differences. This is the most basic quality of being a fan. As a loyal fan of Ai Li, I think you should have That kind of measurement is right, but Eri will smile no matter what criticism he encounters. Even if the other party is wrong, he will communicate with the other party well."

"Of course I have! If I just gesticulate my hobbies and throw the model on the ground, I can still bear it... But that bastard, while we were drunk, put on a wig and took a bunch of ugly photos of me! , And that **** secretly stuffed those ugly photos into the letter of support I wrote to Airi! It also wrote [Airi-chan, beware of this pervert] such words!" Cheng Gu Jiro covered his face. Roar.

"Wh, what?!" The eyeglasses man scrutinized Yamamoto's eyes wide, "he actually did this kind of thing?" The Aihara guy completely threw others' love for idols on the ground, and this was directly broken by Jiro Narutani. A chance to get in touch with Airi. After all, which idol can stand the perverted fans who send photos of themselves will definitely be blacklisted by the agency to prevent the other from getting close to Airi! This is an unforgivable felony!

"As a fan, you must understand my feelings." Narutani Jiro showed a hideous expression, "I killed him because he did such an unforgivable thing to me!" As he said, he untied. In the turban, a long, slightly curly hair fell on his shoulder. The wig had been worn on the other party's head, and he wrapped the wig directly with a headscarf, which was invisible from the outside.

"You guys are really good. You made me clear about the process of committing the crime, as if seeing me doing it." Narutani Jiro smiled, "Sure enough, the guys who like love are not bad. That's right, you are right. I am right. I grabbed two tickets beforehand. I took the one that was in the right position and posted it to attract people to consult. Then I selected a guy who was similar in size to me and asked him to wear clothes and masks similar to me and sit in that position. I got an alibi. After that, it was almost the same as the blond boy said. I added something to the water that Aihara drank, and I moved the bathroom. When he drank too much, he couldn’t hold back and could only go to the second floor. Bathroom, and I’ve been waiting for him there."

"But Nariya, your strength is a lot worse than Aihara. Although that guy is fat, he has a lot of strength..." said Yamamoto, the man with glasses.

"You got psychedelic and stunned the deceased in that towel, and then strangled the opponent with the towel." Subaru Okinawa said.

"Yes, after all, that fat man has a lot of strength." Narutani Jiro sneered, "I specifically controlled the weight, so that the other party has no strength and not completely loses consciousness, so that he can better experience the slowness. The pain of dying. That guy, don’t look like he usually looks high, but when it’s really suitable for death, he will cry with tears and nose and beg for mercy... Hahahaha, he was so scared to pee his pants. !"

"What do you think of human life?!" Officer Mumu angrily grabbed Cheng Tanijiro's collar.

Narutani Jiro raised his eyebrows and said fiercely: "Then why don't you ask that guy, why can you trample on the dignity of others without changing your face?! Take the pain of others for pleasure!"

"You!" In the face of Narutani Jiro who didn't think he was wrong at all, Officer Megome was speechless for a while.

At this time, a police officer hurried in with an anxious expression on his face: "Officer Mumu! The Investigation Division found something extraordinary in the remains of the deceased. That car key is a bomb controller!"

"what?!"