I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

Chapter 43 Honda Osamu: May I ask the celestial palace, when will we meet again...?

Kogoro Mouri is gesturing wildly and confidently at the crime scene.

This made Inspector Megure, who had previously had little suspicion of Osamu Honda, become wary again.

Ran Mouri watched with longing as her father displayed his might from the outside.

She was completely unaware that the elementary school student next to her had quietly disappeared at some point.

"Inspector Megure, Bat...Mr. Chen En, the test results are in!"

Takagi Wataru excitedly walked down the stairs, holding the expert report.

The speed of the appraisal impressed Chen En.

Chen En thought the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's forensic division was just there to coast along.

I never expected that there are ways to quickly assess fingerprint quality!
That's pretty good. It's at least ten percent better than the background police officers in similar anime!

"Even if the test results come out, that's still..."

Kogoro Mouri was about to continue his rambling under the disapproving gazes of both Inspector Megure and Chen En.

But suddenly I felt my body go limp.

Chen En: ?
How many drinks did you have to get so drunk?
Chen En knew without even thinking that Conan was using his power.

He watched as Kogoro Mouri staggered along, then slumped into a chair beside him, head bowed, looking as if he had died on the spot, and he clicked his tongue in amazement.

If Chen En hadn't known that Conan had used a tranquilizer dart on him...

He even thought Kogoro Mouri had suddenly died of a stroke. These amazing people could immediately tell that Kogoro Mouri had just fallen asleep; their thought process is quite unique.

Oh, by the way, where is Conan?

Chen En glanced around, then his eyelids twitched.

Conan was seen crouching behind the chair where Kogoro Mouri was sitting, holding the voice changer in his hand, looking ready to unleash his power.

Dude, hold off on putting any effort into it for a second.

Are you sure other people can't see you from your position? Do you really think everyone else is blind?
Chen En looked at Inspector Megure beside him.

However, Inspector Megure ignored Conan, who was showing most of his body.

He said excitedly,

"Great! Brother Mori is finally asleep! We're saved!"

In his excitement, Inspector Megure subtly changed how he addressed Kogoro Mouri.

When he wasn't asleep, he called Kogoro Mouri "Mr. Mouri," and Kogoro Mouri didn't mind.

Even when he's asleep, he still calls Kogoro Mouri "Mr. Mouri" instead of "Brother Mouri," which is just too unreasonable!

Chen En: ?
This is ridiculous! You can't even see it from this angle?

How did you pass your shooting test at the police academy? Wasn't it a bit too obvious?

"Officer Takagi."

Conan quickly adjusted the voice changer and whispered,
"Shouldn't that be written in your expert report?"

"The only fingerprint on Honda's pistol is that of Mr. Chen En."

"But you can find two people's fingerprints on Katsuni Mifune's pistol, right?"

Takagi Wataru was stunned as he held the expert report.

He glanced down to confirm, then looked up and answered.

"That's right, that's right."

Upon hearing this, Osamu Honda was stunned.

He was wearing gloves when he picked up the pistol, so how could there be two people's fingerprints on that pistol?

Could it be that the other fingerprint also belongs to Chen En?

That's not right. When he was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, he secretly glanced at the corpse.

Chen En clearly didn't touch that pistol.
Whose fingerprints are those? Did the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department set him up?
When Honda Osamu thought of this, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

It's as if I can hear music from a mysterious Eastern country playing in my ears, singing...

I ask the celestial palace, when will we meet again?

"Officer Takagi, could you check if the fingerprints on this thing in Conan's hand belong to the same person?"

Kogoro Mouri's voice suddenly rose.

"Conan, hand the item over to Officer Takagi!"

Conan immediately answered his own question.
"coming!"

Chen En: ?
He watched as Conan put down his ribbon, then walked out from behind the chair openly, handed the detective badge to Takagi Wataru, and then went back inside.

Conan seemed completely unaware that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

He ducked back behind his chair and spoke in a serious tone, like Kogoro Mouri.

"Officer Takagi, please come again."

A gasp erupted from the Junior Detective Club members watching outside the cordon. Genta looked at the detective badge in surprise and said...
"Hey, isn't that the detective badge that Conan just borrowed from me?"

"Could it be that I am the second person who wasn't detected in the test report?"

Genta exclaimed in surprise.
"What?! I was the murderer?!"

Mitsuhiko, Ayumi:?

We're asking questions not because we have a problem, but because we think you have a problem.

Anyone with a brain would know that you've been working with us the whole time, how could you possibly be the murderer?
Wait, could it be that we're all accomplices providing alibis...?

"Takagi, please."

Inspector Megure turned to look at Wataru Takagi, who immediately understood, nodded, and went upstairs with his detective badge.

Chen En also came to his senses and gave up thinking about that aspect of the problem.

Conan's ability to hide has a bit of a supernatural element to it, so there's no point in worrying about it.

The important thing now is to get the points.

"The pistol used by Katsuji Mifune was a modified model gun."

"No one who doesn't have a certain level of knowledge about firearms can modify them into a weapon that can kill people."

Chen En said in a low voice,

"Mr. Tsutsumi Yasuyuki, Ms. Saotome."

"You should know something about Katsuji Mifune. May I ask if he has any expertise in firearms?"

"If Katsuji Mifune hadn't researched this..."

"So, Mr. Osamu Honda, are you aware of this?"

He looked up and put pressure on Osamu Honda.

Honda Osamu immediately looked troubled.

The answers from Tsutsumi Yasuyuki and Saotome Muka beside him made him break out in a cold sweat!

"We have never heard of Mifune researching firearms."

Tsutsumi Yasuyuki shook his head and added,

"Because Kamen Rider never uses a gun."

"So, Mifune, being a huge Kamen Rider fanatic, doesn't really like firearms, but Honda... Honda actually quite likes firearms... especially handguns..."

Tsutsumi Yasuyuki's voice grew softer and softer.

The more he talked, the more he felt that Katsuni Mifune's gun might have been modified with the help of Osamu Honda.

However, the two had a huge fight before and seemed like sworn enemies, so how could Honda Osamu help modify the gun?
This gun was even used by Katsuji Mifune to kill Osamu Honda, and even to commit suicide.

Hearing the statement, "Kamen Rider never uses a gun."

Honda Osamu's face darkened.

Does Kamen Rider not need a gun?

No, I'll use it. As long as it's convenient and easy to use... I'll use it.

Kamen Rider can use a gun.

He knows how to use a gun.

Whether it's this gun or that gun...

"The test results are out."

"The fingerprints match; the fingerprints on that detective medal are the same as the fingerprints of the other person on the Mifune Katsuni Gun."

Takagi Wataru's voice came from outside the basement.

At the same time, Kogoro Mouri's voice rang out.
"Mr. Osamu Honda, the gun that Katsuji Mifune used was prepared by you, wasn't it?"

"Do you remember? At the Beika Shrine, the owner of this detective medal touched your gun."

Conan turned his head, his eyes glancing at Honda Osamu out of the corner of his eye.

"At the time, you even scolded him for touching it."

—Is it that chubby, troublesome little brat?

Osamu Honda's eyes widened.

Damn it, even the best-laid plans can have flaws!
Where did the problem lie? If he had another chance, he would never talk to any child again!
These brats who love tokusatsu heroes are really...

That was too reckless.

Osamu Honda remembered that incident from the past.

His eyes were slightly lowered.

...If these rascals weren't so reckless, and so passionate about tokusatsu heroes...

Things wouldn't be like this now.

(End of this chapter)