Conan: I'm a zaibatsu in Tokyo

Chapter 56 This is Suicide
After the police arrived, everyone began to carefully examine the body.

However, there are significant differences between forensic pathologists in Osaka and those in Tokyo.

In Tokyo, forensic doctors can arrive at a conclusion to a case with minimal intervention.

The forensic pathologist in Osaka examined the body for a long time but still couldn't determine what kind of poison had been ingested.

“Look at the deceased’s hands,” Zheng Yi reminded him from the side.

"Ok?"

The forensic doctor was taken aback. "Are you the professional or am I? What gives you the right to tell me what to do?"

He obediently moved the deceased's hand.

The people here are all rich and powerful; they are not to be trifled with.

"There's a white line on your fingernail," Heiji said quietly.

Zheng Yi further reminded, "The deceased's eye sockets are sunken, and his skin is dehydrated, which indicates severe dehydration."

The forensic pathologist in Osaka is an idiot.

Even after Zheng Yi had given him such a thorough warning, he still didn't know anything.

“Arsenic compounds (arsenic trioxide), this is the phenomenon that occurs when arsenic compounds (arsenic trioxide) are ingested,” Zheng Yi said.

"Oh, I'll go check it again right away," the forensic doctor said blankly.

Masakazu looked at the forensic doctor from Osaka with disdain.

That's terrible, absolutely terrible. No wonder Nagamune, the forensic pathologist in Tokyo, was able to get promoted so quickly; there's a reason for it.

"How do you know so much?" Heiji couldn't help but ask.

Could this tycoon's son also enjoy being a detective?
Zheng Yi smiled and said, "I often kill... cough cough, I'm just a little interested in these things."

Speaking of which, I often audited chemistry courses when I was in college.

Shoichi's transition wasn't quick enough, and Heiji was able to clearly fill in the gaps in Shoichi's sentence.

He stepped forward, lifted Zheng Yi's arm, and then found some white powder stuck to it inside his sleeve.

"It's arsenic!" Heiji shouted.

Zheng Yi frowned.

"How can you prove it's arsenic? Want to try some?" Zheng Yi said.

"Humph!"

Heiji snorted coldly, took a glove from the forensic doctor and put it on, then put the white powder he had taken from Shoichi's sleeve into a bag.

After handing it to the forensic doctor, he said, "Take a look, and we'll know if it's arsenic or not."

The forensic doctor took it and his expression was very strange.

Do we really need to get checked?

“Let’s investigate. It will clear my name,” Zheng Yi said.

"Yes!"

Sumitomo Taro, who had been watching the whole time, kept his eyebrows furrowed. When he saw that Shoichi's sleeve was covered in white powder, he unconsciously touched his own sleeve as well.

Um! ?

Sumitomo Taro was startled; there was one on his sleeve too.

However, he didn't make a fuss, quietly cleaned up, and continued to stand aside.

Conan frowned, sensing that things might not be that simple.

What he had heard before was that someone had ordered 'vodka' to poison Takahashi.

Zheng Yi, a scion of a powerful financial family, is unlikely to be a member of a criminal organization, much less a killer.

"Brothers, does arsenic poisoning hurt a lot?" Conan suddenly asked.

"My abdomen is cramping," Heiji said, frowning.

However, no one saw Takahashi scream.

Shoichi also said, "Furthermore, after ingesting arsenic, one will not die immediately; Takahashi will experience physical discomfort."

He didn't seem to have called for help. Heiji looked at the dead man. So, why was that?

The forensic doctor then said blankly, "But I detected a lot of arsenic in the deceased's body, and the wine the deceased drank also contained a large amount of arsenic."

"Wait?! A large amount of arsenic!" Heiji said, frowning.

For an average person, 300mg is enough to be fatal.

If it were a direct poisoning, based on what he just said, it proves that he knows a lot about arsenic, so he definitely wouldn't have used that much arsenic.

Do not!
He wouldn't use arsenic as a poison.

"So, why didn't Takahashi scream or call for help after drinking an excessive amount of arsenic, and instead just collapsed and died?" Masakazu asked Heiji.

Zheng Yi then asked the people around him, "Who was Mr. Takahashi in contact with in the half hour before he died?"

“Mr. Takahashi is sitting alone in a chair, drinking.” Conan raised his hand and said.

He said to Zheng Yi, "I saw him drinking alone, and it seems that drinking makes the arsenic take effect faster."

Heiji looked at the child.

How can a mere child know so much about arsenic?

What exactly is going on in Tokyo?

Even a little child is so familiar with arsenic, a poison.

He then looked at the disappointing forensic doctor.

This guy seems less capable than a child. Can someone like him really solve a case?

Heiji rubbed his forehead.

He ingested an overdose of arsenic, and before he died, Takahashi made no screams or cries for help.

So, "did he commit suicide?"

“That’s right.” Zheng Yi clapped his hands.

He looked at the police and the forensic doctor and said, "Detective Hattori has already given his reasoning. Do you have any further objections?"

The police officers looked at each other, then could only turn to Hattori Heizo.

"wrong!"

Heiji then asked, "But why is there arsenic on your sleeve?"

"He's probably trying to frame me," Zheng Yi said quietly.

Heiji was only concerned with Shoichi's expression and attitude.

I always feel that it's normal for Zheng Yi to frame others.

“Heiji, I have no grudge against Mr. Takahashi, and I have no motive to kill him,” Shoichi said.

“But the arsenic on your sleeve is evidence,” Heiji said.

"That's a bit unreasonable of you."

Zheng Yi spread his hands: "Mr. Takahashi took an overdose of arsenic and will not live more than half an hour. I did not have any contact with him during that half hour."

The arsenic on my sleeve might have been sprinkled on it by Mr. Takahashi when we met earlier.

While Heiji was busy competing with Shoichi, Conan had already gone elsewhere to look for clues.

Conan had been watching Takahashi closely; he knew Takahashi had gone to the restroom earlier.

After finding a piece of paper in the toilet trash can, Conan finally figured out the whole story, and the things that had puzzled him before suddenly became clear.

I rushed back and saw Kogoro Mouri standing there watching the show, oblivious to what Shoichi and the others were discussing about what happens after taking arsenic.
They don't understand anything about how much would be fatal, and I can't join the conversation at all.

Without any hesitation, Conan swiftly inserted a needle into Kogoro Mouri's neck.

Kogoro Mouri rolled his eyes and slumped into a chair.

"I already know the truth."

The voice of 'Kogoro Mouri' reached everyone's ears.

"Mr. Takahashi committed suicide!"

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