Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 665 If You Don’t Give Me, I’ll Steal

The edge of the city, far away from the deep mountains and forests.

Snowflakes fell to the ground towards the light, forming puddles of snow.

The dark Porsche was parked in the dark alley, and the people in the car were quietly gazing at the snowy scene at night.

"It's rare that the two dates are in order..."

Gin sat in the passenger seat, looking at the date on his phone and muttering to himself.

In this world, the probability of getting seven consecutive numbers in a row is probably lower than winning the first prize in the Double Color Ball Lottery.

driver's seat.

Vodka, who was debugging the navigation system, secretly glanced at Gin through his sunglasses.

My brother is really getting weirder and weirder, and it seems like there’s something wrong with his perception… How can a day’s dates not be in order?

Maybe what Sister Vermouth said was right, he should go buy some anti-dementia drugs for his brother...

Gin was originally in a daze, but suddenly turned around and looked directly into Vodka's sunglasses. He looked suspicious, his eyes narrowed into slits: "Vodka, were you thinking about something weird again?"

Vodka shrank his neck: "No, no..."

I'm just thinking about what medicine to buy for my brother. That's not weird, right?

Gin glanced at Vodka suspiciously again and reluctantly believed his lies.

Suddenly, he looked to the left side of the road: "Here it comes."

Vodka also turned back and looked at the appearance intently.

The Porsche did not start its engine or turn on its searchlights, like a predator lurking in the night.

Gin rolled down the window silently, held the silenced pistol in his right hand, stretched it out of the window, and counted a few seconds silently...

A man in a peaked cap just showed his head from around the corner when a bullet with sporadic flames silently pierced through his skull.

His feet even took two steps forward due to inertia before he fell limply to the snow.

"Target number three solved...Vodka, go back."

Gin put away his gun and yawned.

He hasn't been out on a mission in the middle of the night for a long time. When he does this occasionally... he feels really sleepy.

Vodka looked at the navigation panel that he had debugged and displayed a list of tasks. He was silent for two seconds and reminded carefully: "Brother, we still have seven targets to solve..."

"Go back first and talk about it after you wake up." After saying this, Gin simply closed his eyes and dozed off in his seat.

Vodka did not dare to disobey, so he started the engine reluctantly and drove slowly towards their own base.

……

at the same time.

A mansion deep in the mountains in Shinjuku district.

The police who were dispatched in the middle of the night have rushed to the scene of the crime in a hurry.

But Inspector Megure discovered that the atmosphere at the crime scene this time was different from any previous times.

especially……

"Mr. Officer, I am the murderer. Please arrest me."

Inspector Megure: “……???”

When Inspector Megure saw the golden-haired young man in front of him bow his head and confess his guilt, several question marks popped up on his forehead involuntarily.

Is the criminal this time... so self-aware?

This thought flashed through Inspector Megure's mind.

But soon, he saw Kogoro Mouri and Rei standing in the crowd on the side.

He immediately realized that it was probably not because the criminal was too self-conscious, but because the case had already been solved.

Inspector Megure rubbed his brows and didn't rush to have Aikawa Touya handcuffed. He glanced at Mori Kogoro with a squint: "Then, what is the situation of this incident?" He couldn't handcuff anyone without understanding the situation clearly.

Kogoro Mouri, who was named, held his head high and stood up to report the whole story to Inspector Megure, including the fact that the criminal had called them on the internal line before committing the crime.

"...After receiving the call, we rushed to the mask hall and found that all of Xiaobul's masks had disappeared. At this time, we heard screams from upstairs and the sound of things being scattered..."

Kogoro Mori had a strong ability to retell and he quickly restored the entire appearance of the keys.

but……

When Inspector Megure arrived at the bedroom where Soho Akane's body was found, and saw the clean floor, and the flattering Rei and Maori Kogoro handed him the photos of the scene taken with their mobile phones, the fat police officer still felt like cursing -

Can these detectives change their bad habit of destroying crime scenes?

After feeling resentful for a while, Inspector Megure turned his attention back to the case and discovered a blind spot:
"Wait, you're saying that the crime scene is a secret room? And the rooms on the east and west sides are completely separated... Then how did he commit the crime?"

"Ah~ It's very simple! Officer Megure~ Look, I have recreated his modus operandi~"

Lie held the phone and faced Inspector Megure, his eyes curved, and played the video that Conan had recorded on the phone.

Conan was standing at the head of the bed when he filmed the video. He could clearly see Rei stringing the mask and knife on a long strip of cloth and throwing them into the room one by one through the air vent on the compartment door.

"The 'rope' used by the prisoner should be an elastic band. But I didn't find this thing, so I just tore the more elastic bed sheet in this room." Lie explained proudly.

Inspector Megure rolled his eyes and didn't want to complain anymore.

In the video, several masks that were thrown in were stuck by the knotted sheets and couldn't be taken down.

But after seeing what happened next, Inspector Megure was completely shocked:

The masks thrown in were pulled by the sheets, gradually moving closer and closely together, finally forming a horizontal column of masks, with the dagger at the front, looking like the mask was biting the dagger in its mouth.

"A mask is about 1.5cm thick, and two hundred masks stacked together would be nearly three meters long." Lie gestured with his hand on his phone, "The distance from the cubicle door to the bedside is about three and a half meters.
But Sister Sufang's position was not that close to the inside, and the mask would naturally tilt downwards due to gravity, and the dagger was about ten centimeters long...

The remaining distance is only about ten centimeters. If I push something behind the door, the dagger will completely penetrate the neck of the deceased.

Most of what Rei said was what Conan had repeated to him before.

At this time, Mr. Ke was standing by with a stern look on his face, listening to Rei and Inspector Megure chattering.

Damn it, he was the one who solved the case, but in the end it was Mr. Lin who showed off...

I feel inexplicably unhappy.

There is actually no way to prove that the murderer is Aikawa Touya based on the method of committing the crime alone.

However, Lie cleverly added another recording:
To prove that Ai Kawana Touya is the murderer, all we need to do is prove that he was not in his room at the time, but was in the dormitory next to Souho Hongzi on the third floor.

And when he was facing Lie's question, his answer was wrong, and it happened to be recorded...

His techniques and alibi were exposed, and Aichuan Fuyuya felt there was no need to struggle, so he simply chose to surrender as soon as the police arrived.

Inspector Megure swore that this was definitely the smoothest case he had encountered in the past few years of working overtime. From the time he arrived at the scene to the time he took the criminal away, it only took ten minutes.

And this is despite enduring severe harassment:

"Hey, Officer Megure, can I take that mask?"

"No! This is important evidence."

"But I bought it from Sister Sufang yesterday?"

Conan: "?"

Bought it? How come he didn't know?
"I said no and it means no!!!"

The case ended with Inspector Megure's roar.

Lie stood in the cold wind, watching those poor masks being taken away, feeling pitiful, weak and helpless...

However, a few days later, the Metropolitan Police Department was robbed again.

The lost items included some case files and these two hundred masks...

(End of this chapter)