The world of science is unscientific

Just then, Conan followed Ran Mouri and Hatsuho Hojo in, so he casually punched Conan, saying, "Look at you, can't you learn from them?"

Conan: "???"

Who am I? Where am I?

Did I break a divine law today?

I feel wronged!

Conan crouched down, covering his head, and saw bright red bloodstains on the soles of Hojo Hatsuho's feet.

How did you do that?

Was that on her skin just now...? No, she didn't go in.

"Dad, why are you hitting Conan again?" Ran Mouri was very unhappy with her father's behavior.

The muddle-headed detective simply changed the subject, "At present, there seems to be only one possibility: the eldest son killed the master for some motive, and after returning to the media room, he felt guilty and chose to commit suicide."

"Teacher, the locked room method...and if it's suicide, the knife couldn't possibly have fallen into that kind of place."

Yusuke Suzuki couldn't hold back any longer and spoke up to remind him.

Kayoko Daimon, standing to the side, directly pointed the finger at Yoshiaki Daimon, saying, "The only beneficiary right now is you. You just want to take the position of president of Daimon Industries!"

"Don't make false accusations! There are no footprints on the ground where I walked from the main house to the side room!"

"But there wasn't a single footprint on the tree."

Damen Longzi continued his rambling and incoherent ramblings.

“Grandma,” Conan asked, realizing she was the only witness, “was that samurai carrying a knife?”

“Well…” Daimon Ryuko recalled for a moment, “I don’t think he was holding a knife in his left hand, but I don’t know if he was holding it in his right hand.”

"Why are you asking such a trivial question..." Kogoro Mouri glanced at Conan, then continued to ponder the possibility of suicide.

Damn it, the key points mentioned by my own disciple completely eliminated the possibility of suicide. But if it was murder, how do we explain the footprints?

At this moment, Conan jumped off the sofa and acted cute, saying, "Thinking about such difficult questions isn't fun anymore. I want to go out and play in the snow."

"Hey! You stay right here!" Kogoro Mouri got up and chased after her. "What time is it? You're still thinking about playing? Damn it, why isn't it Ai Haibara staying at my house!?"

Chapter 174 Finally Understanding Conan's Pain

Conan froze, thinking, "This is too hurtful!"

Then he was arrested by Kogoro Mouri.

"Honestly, you're always running around like that when I'm not looking."

Despite his emotional distress, Conan still managed to ask, "Uncle, look, all my footprints have disappeared! What happened?"

"What nonsense are you spouting now?" Kogoro Mouri looked down and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that the culprit is... Conan, you've done another great deed!"

After saying that, he rushed back to the main house.

again?

Conan felt a lump in his throat; it turned out the bumbling detective still remembered his kindness!

it is good!

This is a perfect opportunity for him to conduct another investigation!

......

When Conan returned, Kogoro Mouri was identifying Yoshiro Daimon as the murderer.

Uncle is still not good enough.

Aim and shoot!

This time, Kogoro Mouri was sitting on the sofa, which was quite convenient. When Suzuki Yusuke heard the faint whooshing sound, he instinctively flinched. Seeing that it wasn't aimed at him, he reached out and helped the bumbling detective up.

"Mr. Mori!?"

The members of the Damen family were a little confused when they saw this.

"Actually, what I just said was just a pretext to make the murderer less vigilant. My reasoning was only half done."

Conan leaned back on the sofa and began to deduce the truth.

"what do you mean?"

Upon hearing this, Hojo Hatsuho became somewhat anxious; how could there be a change of heart?

"The murderer who killed the master did indeed walk from the back door to the side room wearing ordinary flat shoes, just as I said, and then returned to the main house wearing armor, following the footprints."

"Anyone except the Dragon Prince's wife could do this."

"Based on my deduction, the wound on the master's body would have sprayed blood onto the murderer, but there was no blood on the armor."

"Therefore, the murderer killed the master, then put on armor and entered the media room to kill the eldest son."

"Since none of us heard any screams or similar sounds last night, we can deduce that the young master was either unconscious or asleep at the time."

"Then, Miss Hatsuho, who made coffee for the young master, you are highly suspicious."

Hatsuho Hojo immediately retorted, "But the door to that room is very soundproof, so it's normal that you can't hear anything."

“But there were no signs of a struggle at the scene,” Conan continued. “Moreover, the incident happened on such a special day as yesterday, and the implications of that are something we need to pay attention to.”

"Lady Dragon Prince, the samurai you saw last night wasn't holding a sword, was he?"

After receiving a response, Conan sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "Actually, he did have a knife in his hand, but you couldn't see the knife on his right side from your room."

"This means the killer was left-handed."

The group instinctively looked at Daimon Ryoro, who was left-handed.

Yusuke Suzuki couldn't help but think to himself, "After watching Detective Conan, I realized that 90% of the world's left-handed people are in Japan."

He chimed in to help, "Miss Hatsui used her left hand when she handed me the coffee earlier."

“I did use my left hand just now,” Hojo Hatsuho said, looking at Suzuki Yusuke, “but using my left hand to hold the cup doesn’t prove anything.”

"Besides, I had no reason to kill them at all."

Conan chimed in at the opportune moment, "This relates to what I mentioned earlier, the meaning behind this matter. Ran, there's a cabinet in Hatsuho's room, go and get the old photo frame from inside."

After Ran Mouri left, Conan continued to put pressure on her, attacking Hojo Hatsuho's previous remarks from multiple angles, leaving her no time to carefully consider her words.

As soon as Ran Mouri returned, Conan immediately redirected everyone's attention back to the photo frame.

"Xiao Lan, put the photo frame on the coffee table for everyone to see."

"Isn't this Miss Hatsuho and her father?" Yoshiro Daimon exclaimed in surprise after looking at them for a while. "This person... is the newspaper editor who committed suicide!"

"Yes, that's Ms. Hatsuho's motivation."

After a long silence, Hojo Hatsuho continued to argue, "The person who committed suicide was indeed my father. It's also true that I changed my name and concealed my past to cover my tracks, but so what? All you've said so far is just speculation!"

“I naturally have evidence.”

Conan said calmly, "And it's right there in the stove in the kitchen."

"It was actually Conan who found this. He discovered a blood-stained coat in the stove, as well as the white socks that Lady Dragon had given him."

"This is a frame-up!"

"Those white socks weren't worn by the young master. If the murderer didn't take the socks to give to him, why would the murderer take them?"

"Miss Hatsui, you actually have an injury to your left foot, right? It seems you didn't bandage the wound properly, and it's still bleeding."

"I think you must have accidentally broken a cup and cut your foot when you were killing the master. You wore those white socks to avoid leaving bloodstains on your armor shoes."

"Using the stove in the middle of the night to destroy evidence is too obvious. Today, when you wanted to burn them, Xiaolan happened to go to the kitchen to help. Do you have anything else to say?"

After a moment of silence, Hojo Hatsuho confessed to the crime, saying, "I must avenge my father."

"Miss Hatsune, do you think your father will be happy that you're avenging him in this way? Will he praise you for doing such a wonderful thing?"

"What clings to the armor is not the spirit of General Xiuyou, but your heart that is called revenge."

In the afternoon, the police arrived late. Suzuki Yusuke watched as Hojo Hatsuho was taken away in the police car, his feelings mixed.

Conan is not wrong to persuade people to do good, but after putting himself in Hojo Hatsuho's shoes, he still felt that he would do the same thing.

Perhaps Conan's biggest regret is that the other party didn't choose to turn themselves in after completing their revenge.

Yusuke Suzuki suddenly smiled. Why think so much?

Time flew by and it was evening again. They finally arrived at the hot springs.

He and Kogoro Mouri can sit, but Conan has a harder time; he has to stand, or he'll drown.

Meanwhile, Ran Mouri and Ai Haibara were chatting about something, but they both seemed to be having a good time.

The rising steam contrasts beautifully with the surrounding snow-covered mountains, creating a truly unique experience.

Before he left, he exchanged phone numbers with Yoshiro Daimon. Now the Daimon family really only has this one son left, and no matter how unwilling he is, he will probably inherit the position of president.

After all, it's a family business, and they wouldn't be willing to let it fall into the hands of someone else.

After soaking in the hot spring, Ai Haibara actually told him that she would be sleeping with Ran tonight. Can feelings between women progress so quickly?

Can't understand.

That night, Conan lifted the covers and glanced at Kogoro Mouri, who was fast asleep, and then at Yusuke Suzuki, who was standing by the window smoking.

"You must have felt my pain all along."

Conan walked to Suzuki Yusuke's side; the moonlight outside the window was just right.

"It was painful, but you should have gotten used to it by now. Why did you wake up?"

"I don't know either... Are you not planning to sleep?"

"I fell asleep naturally when I was so tired. I don't think I'll be able to sleep today if I try to do it normally."

At three in the morning, Suzuki Yusuke stared at the ceiling, gritting his teeth. This was the first time he had felt dissatisfied with Mouri Kogoro, and the first time he had reached the point of wanting to kill him.

This is so damn torture!