Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

“Characteristic comparison, dental record verification, fingerprint matching, skeletal analysis, and DNA kinship identification.”

This body is not Ikumi Gunda's.

"How can this be?"

Inspector Megure looked at the report with a surprised expression.

So many people saw Ikumi Gunda sitting in a car falling off a cliff, how could the body not be hers?

The person who went to the annex wasn't Ikumi Gunda, but a fake?
Or is it that Ikumi Gunda didn't die at all, and that she put the body in the car to fake her death?

"If she hadn't died, then the murder case at the Twilight Villa..."

Inspector Megure frowned.

Could it be that Kaito Kid isn't the murderer, and the real culprit is Ikumi Gunda, who faked her death?
Inspector Megure immediately ordered someone to investigate Ikumi Gunta's background.

"Inspector Megure, someone has died in Beika-cho*chome."

"understood."

Inspector Megure's furrowed brows relaxed, and he said to Sato and the others, "Let's go to the scene."

"Yes."

Because there are so many deaths in Tokyo, ordinary murders don't really affect the police much; they've become accustomed to it.

"Inspector Megure, the deceased was an employee of the Justice Group," an officer said quietly.

"Understood." Inspector Megure nodded, his heart heavy.

It's really troublesome when it comes to Zheng Yi.

When the police arrived at the murder scene, they did not see Shoichi, nor Kogoro Mouri, nor any of Shoichi's other henchmen.

Only the deceased's wife and a detective in his forties were present.

"you are?"

"Hello, Inspector Megure," Morikawa said politely to Inspector Megure.
"I am a detective, Tetsuya Morikawa, hired by Mrs. Kubo to solve the case."

Inspector Megure felt somewhat uncomfortable upon hearing this.

Hire a detective to solve the case?
This is the Metropolitan Police Department's job; hiring detectives is a complete waste of money.

He rarely gave Morikawa a pleasant look.

Takagi approached Inspector Megure and said, "Inspector Megure, these are the deceased's details."

Kubota, the general manager of Masayoshi Motors, is known for exploiting his employees and for his misconduct.

Inspector Megure raised an eyebrow.

If that's the case, then it's not surprising at all that he was killed.

The information did not show that he embezzled company funds; he just liked to exploit employees, which actually saved the company money.

Inspector Megure breathed a sigh of relief. If that was the case, it was unlikely that it was Seiichi who made the move.

Only then did he feel relieved enough to allow Chōzō to perform the autopsy.

During the autopsy of Nagamune, Inspector Megure questioned Kubota's wife.

Takagi took a statement from the side, while Morikawa naturally took out a voice recorder to record as well, which was much more efficient than the police.

"Detective Morikawa, you're here early. Have you found anything out?"

Inspector Megure, who is heavily reliant on the detective, naturally asked Morikawa questions.

"There are some."

Morikawa said, "I suspect that Mr. Kubo died in an accident, and there is no so-called murderer."

"Accident?"

As soon as the words were uttered, the police officers all put down what they were doing and started keeping an eye on Morikawa.

Especially Chosokabe, whose gaze toward Morikawa was scrutinizing.

Morikawa instinctively took a step back.

As expected of Tokyo, Sumitomo Shoichi's private territory, these police officers are very hostile towards him.

Thinking of his salary, Morikawa calmly said:
"The deceased was found lying next to an old table lamp in the corner of the study, his right hand tightly gripping the exposed metal part of the lamp holder. I suspect it was an accidental electrocution."

Morikawa pointed to the desk lamp and said:

“Look, the power cord of the desk lamp has several old bite marks from pets, one of which is completely broken, exposing the live wire. Common water stains were detected at the broken area and on the deceased’s hands.”

Kubota's wife nodded and said, "My husband really loves pets and keeps a lot of cats at home."

With corroboration from Kubota's wife.

Morikawa deduced a perfect logical chain.

The deceased was working late at night and wanted to move the desk lamp.

He had just finished drinking water, and his hands were wet.

During the move, his wet fingers accidentally gripped an exposed part of the wire, resulting in his electrocution and death.

There was indeed an overturned glass and a puddle of water on the study floor.

Morikawa's reasoning seemed flawless.

Sato frowned and asked, "Where were you last night?"

Morikawa seemed to have anticipated this question and answered fluently:
"I'm having a chat with some clients at an izakaya."

He then took out his phone and said, "If you need, I can call them right away."

Morikawa's smugness made the people in the Metropolitan Police Department very uncomfortable.

That expression is just as annoying as Zheng Yi's.

But at least Zheng Yi's face is better looking; he's even more annoying than Zheng Yi.

The faint smile on Morikawa's face gradually turned arrogant.

He rubbed his face several times before he could suppress his laughter.

This is Tokyo, Shoichi's private domain.

He used his own methods to kill Zheng Yi's employees, leaving the police helpless and Zheng Yi too afraid to show his face.

I really don't know how much my net worth will increase after completing this mission.

People in the detective circle have heard a lot about Zhengyi's reputation.

Everyone says he's defecating on the head of the law and other tycoons.

But now, he, Morikawa Tetsuya, can stand on Shoichi's head and shit on him, and that feels pretty good.

After the autopsy of Chosokabe was completed, it was determined that the deceased died from instantaneous cardiac arrest caused by electric shock.

Morikawa walked up to Inspector Megure and said:

"Officer, can we close the case now?"

Sato said, "You seem to really want the police to close the case quickly."

"Of course, beautiful policewoman."

Morikawa said with a smile, "After the case is closed, I can collect Mrs. Kubo's reward, which is quite generous."

Sato gripped the camera even tighter.

Morikawa's reasoning process was too smooth and too fast, even faster than Kogoro Mouri's.

Like Kogoro Mouri, he can draw conclusions without much investigation of the scene.

But he went even further than Kogoro Mouri.

He didn't even pretend; it was as if he had seen the script beforehand, and he could fluently reveal the 'truth' of the case.

He doesn't seem to be solving a case at all.

It was more like reading from a script.

Even Kogoro Mouri knew to initially point out the wrong culprit to confuse the situation.

Morikawa took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, and said with a slight smile:
"Officer, can we close the case now? I have dinner appointments with friends."

By the way, what were you guys filming with that camera the whole time?
Should we leave a record?

“It’s not for recording; it’s for solving cases,” Sato said.

"Oh? You use this to solve cases?"

Are you kidding me? Did the police contact a detective remotely?
Morikawa casually exhaled a puff of smoke.

He didn't believe his arrangements could be seen through by someone who wasn't even there. (End of Chapter)