The world of science is unscientific

"The second floor of this building rotates once every 12 hours, so we call it the Sunflower Pavilion."

“That’s really interesting,” Ran Mouri said with great interest. “But why make it a rotating design?”

"Well... I don't know either," Lin Tiancheng glanced upstairs, "I'll ask our teacher next time."

"There's no special meaning to it; his design and intention were just to bluff."

Upon hearing the woman's voice, Suzuki Yusuke frowned slightly. The woman was Kanazawa Ryuichiro's wife, named Kanazawa Mitsuko. She was dressed sexily and still retained her charm.

Madam, what you just said was a bit dangerous. Could you be the murderer?

Reflecting on the people I met today, it's a classic three-way choice.

So, will it be a disciple killing a teacher, or a wife killing a husband this time?

After sunset, it gets dark very quickly; in less than ten minutes, it is completely dark.

In the past, we always ate indoors, but this time we came up with a new idea: we ate downstairs at Barbie Q.

"I believe this matter will be resolved by the time you return to China."

Kogoro Mouri started to assure everyone that Ryuichiro Kanazawa was going abroad the day after tomorrow to receive an award, and two days should be enough time.

Kanazawa Ryuichiro nodded slowly, "If that's really the case, then that's good."

"You said your name is Mr. Mori, right?"

At this moment, Kanazawa Mitsuko, who was already somewhat drunk, was half-lying on the table.

"Mr. Mori, I wonder if I could ask you for a favor as well?"

The bumbling detective had just nodded when Kanazawa Mitsuko pointed at her husband with the hand holding her wine glass, "I want to know if this guy has been cheating on me. If I can successfully divorce him, I'm willing to pay you half of my alimony."

After saying that, she slumped back onto the table, her eyes glazed over with drunkenness.

"Mitsuko, haven't you caused enough trouble!" Kanazawa Ryuichiro, looking embarrassed, scolded, "How are you going to get on the plane tomorrow after drinking so much?"

"Why don't you just go to that awards ceremony by yourself? Or do you want to go with that stalker?"

"You're not allowed to talk nonsense."

"I think you're the one spouting nonsense! You keep telling people that someone is following you, but that's entirely your own fault! Who told you to start something and then abandon it?"

Wow, there's quite a story behind this. Suzuki Yusuke loves hearing this kind of gossip, so he quickly grabbed two meat skewers to perk himself up.

Why are you so agitated?

Ai Haibara looked at him with her half-moon eyes and whispered something, while secretly pinching his waist.

At this point, with nowhere else to vent his anger, Kanazawa Ryuichiro turned his attention to Hayashida Makoto, who was eating heartily, and said, "All you know is how to eat meat! It's because of your picky eating habits that you're always unable to design an original work."

Here they come, starting to stir up trouble.

Of the three people present, none of them could escape; otherwise, how could they choose one out of three?

Before Kanazawa Ryuichiro could finish speaking, Hayashi Makoto got up to leave, saying he was going to get a few bottles of beer from the refrigerator.

Kanazawa Mitsuko, who was originally targeting her husband, started to fan the flames, "Honey, I'm telling you, you always pick on the weak. Be careful, if you push him too far, even a cornered dog will jump over the wall. Amamori, don't you agree?"

Yu Senya, who was still focused on grilling skewers, was also stunned.

Yusuke Suzuki wasn't really interested in the trash-talking segment, but he couldn't stand the boredom of waiting for food.

Chapter 137 Conan Gets Tricked

Seeing that Yusenya remained silent, Kanazawa Mitsuko knew that her attempt to provoke him had failed. She tried to continue her battle with her husband, but was also rejected by silence. So she simply continued to drink alone.

The Mori father and daughter, along with Conan, all pretended not to hear, and for a moment it was as if the two sides were in different spaces.

After waiting for less than two minutes, Yu Senya also requested to leave.

"I'll go get some charcoal," he said, looking at Conan. "Excuse me, could you please take a look for me?"

Just then, Lin Tiancheng, the pushover, returned with a beer, and the Kanazawa couple immediately started another verbal battle, sarcastically insulting each other.

Even the usually carefree Kogoro Mouri couldn't manage to eat some lettuce during their break, and could only watch as Yusuke Suzuki held two large skewers of meat and swallowed his saliva.

"Teacher, it's already 7:27, just three minutes to go."

Amemori Masaya returned to the battlefield and spoke up to remind them.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to take care of things here for me," said Kanazawa Ryuichiro, getting up and leaving immediately.

Yusuke Suzuki noticed the reactions of the remaining three people, who all looked like they already knew. What kind of habit is this?

Seeing the puzzled look on his face, Ai Haibara decided to ask him herself, choosing to ask Masaya Amamori based on proximity.

"Mr. Yusen, what is Mr. Kanazawa going to do?"

"He went to watch a Chinese lecture on TV."

Makoto Hayashi added, "My teacher said he would speak Chinese at the awards ceremony to surprise everyone, so no matter how busy I am with work lately, I will still go to my Chinese class on time."

“He just wants fame.” Mitsuko Kanazawa poured herself another glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.

Five minutes later, she fell asleep completely, slumped over the table.

Now that both main forces on the battlefield are out of fighting power, Kogoro Mouri can finally eat happily, running around like a child, even more boisterous than Conan.

"Dad, you've had way too much to drink today!"

When the bumbling detective takes another bottle of beer, Ran Mouri, as usual, tries to stop him.

Oh no, the father and daughter are going to start arguing again.

Yusuke Suzuki sighed and handed Ai Haibara a large meat skewer.

"This is too big," Ai Haibara said speechlessly. "One of these would be enough to fill you up."

"It's only satisfying to eat big chunks of meat."

Lin Tiancheng chuckled and stuffed another large piece of meat into his mouth.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

"W-what happened?"

Kogoro Mouri was surprised for a moment, then quickly led everyone upstairs to the second floor.

As expected, the door couldn't be opened, and upon asking, it turned out that they didn't even have a spare key.

"The door is locked from the inside; it can only be broken open with an axe or something similar."

As soon as Kogoro Mouri finished speaking, Yusuke Suzuki threw away the skewer of meat in his hand, saying, "No need for that."

As he spoke, he kicked the door so hard it shattered.

The six people on the scene were completely dumbfounded.

Is...is this guy really a normal human?

Kogoro Mouri reacted faster, quickly recovering from his shock and looking around the room.

The room was pitch black, with only the outline of Kanazawa Ryuichiro's body visible. The bumbling detective instructed Mouri Ran to turn on the light, while Hayashida Makoto stepped forward and spun his chair around.

As expected, Kanazawa Ryuichiro passed away peacefully, a bruise between his eyebrows.

An hour later, Officer Yokomizo Sango, whom we hadn't seen in a long time, arrived with his team.

No handgun was found at the scene, and the windows and doors were locked from the inside. If there were no bullet holes in the window glass, it would be a classic locked-room murder case.

After confirming the scene and conducting a preliminary analysis, Conan noticed that Kogoro Mouri was starting to make a mistake again, so he immediately began to remind him.

“Actually, this place is a lot of fun,” Conan said, completely adopting the role of an elementary school student, “because this room rotates once every 12 hours.”

"Spinning?" Yokomizo Sango suddenly realized, "The time is 8:35 now, and the gunshot was heard an hour ago... so the location where the shot was fired is right there!"

When the police arrived at the tree, they found no footprints.

"Brother Yusuke, did you notice the marks on that decoration just now?"

Conan tugged at Suzuki Yusuke's sleeve.

“It should be oil,” Yusuke Suzuki said, looking down. “If it’s oil, it’s most likely used for lubrication.”

The two walked to the tree. Inspector Yokomizo had already climbed up the tree, and Kogoro Mori followed him up.

"This gun is all wet; it looks like it was set up here before the rain." The clueless detective looked at it for a while. "Hey, is that fishing line? There's something tied to it."

When they pulled the suspension line, they found a plumb bob hanging from the other end.

Suzuki Yusuke's gaze immediately turned to Kanazawa Ryuichiro's two disciples. Generally speaking, hanging heavy objects wouldn't be so meticulous as to use a lead weight, right?

Unless the murderer was an architect who was used to it.

Furthermore, Kanazawa Mitsuko never left, so she had no time to commit the crime.

The person I initially suspected turned out to be wrong again?

This "Ke Xue Law" (a set of laws related to science) seems to be starting to look unreliable.

"Uncle, there's mud on the trigger of this gun."

Yusuke Suzuki looked up and saw that Conan had climbed up the tree at some point. Ran Mouri immediately called Conan down.

Mud?

"There's mud on the fishing line in the uncle's hand too," Ai Haibara said casually, her hands behind her back. "The evening rain should wash the mud away."

"Oh?" Yusuke Suzuki squatted down with interest. "Are you also interested in solving a case today?"

"It's just because I'm bored."

"Okay," Suzuki Yusuke suddenly didn't want to be Conan's detective partner anymore. Wasn't Ai Haibara better?

He then picked up a piece of double-sided tape he had just found and said, "Now we can basically confirm that the murderer is Mr. Yusen."

Conan, who had just climbed down from the tree: "......"

What did he miss? How come I heard such things as soon as I came down? What nonsense is this about the murderer being basically identified?

Is this reasonable?

But the thought that it was Suzuki Yusuke who said those words comes to mind.