The world of science is unscientific

“That’s not the case, Inspector Megure,” Kogoro Mori relayed Yusuke Suzuki’s words, “The possibility of it being murder is still very high.”

"Really... then why are you here again this time?"

Kogoro Mouri gave a brief explanation, leaving Inspector Megure speechless. "So, you did find the person for them, but the person is already dead."

“That’s right,” the muddle-headed detective said, looking at the body again. “In any case, we’ll need the forensic doctor to provide more clues.”

The forensic doctor immediately chimed in, "Judging from the current state of rigor mortis, the deceased was definitely not lying face down on the table when he died."

“But we can also be sure that the deceased died in the chair, right?” Kogoro Mouri speculated. “Could it be that someone tied him to the chair, waited until he died, and then moved him there?”

"this......"

Inspector Megure's expression turned serious. He glanced at Kogoro Mouri and said, "Brother Mouri, now we can be sure that this is another murder case that we are best at handling."

Skilled at handling?

Upon hearing this, Suzuki Yusuke paused for a moment while smoking, but upon further reflection, he realized that Inspector Megure made a good point.

After all, the proportion of murder cases in Tokyo is so exaggerated that the more cases one handles, the more skilled one becomes.

"Alright..." Yusuke Suzuki stubbed out his cigarette and turned to go inside.

Just then, the forensic doctor deduced that the deceased had been subjected to extensive pressure before his death. His gaze swept around and he spotted Conan, who had already climbed onto the deceased's bed.

This kind of behavior will definitely get you beaten up.

Since getting beaten up by anyone is the same as getting beaten up by someone else, Yusuke Suzuki felt it was better to do it himself, since he had more precise control over his strength and could ensure that Conan wouldn't get hurt.

This is truly for Conan's sake, and definitely not out of holding a grudge.

Yusuke Suzuki pushed off with his feet and quickly walked behind Conan.

"This blanket is so soft and warm to the touch, but why does it feel like...?"

Before Conan could react, he was already suspended in mid-air by Yusuke Suzuki and flicked three times on the head.

"This will interfere with the police investigation. Please be more careful next time."

Yusuke Suzuki put Conan down and left without a word, as if he were just passing by.

"Conan, are you alright?" Ran Mouri hugged Conan with some concern. "But Yusuke-nii is right, you can't touch me like that."

"But this blanket feels a bit sticky," Conan said defiantly. "Ran-neechan, do you know why?"

Ran Mouri didn't have an answer, but Inspector Megure did.

"The culprit probably used that blanket to first fix Mr. Itakura to the chair, and then used ropes and tape to achieve the current effect."

The discovery made by Wataru Takagi on the table leg also corroborates Megure's statement.

After stating his complete reasoning, Inspector Megure instructed, "Takagi, check if anyone has come to see Mr. Itakura in the last few days."

Incidentally, I also had some doubts about Itakura Taku's three clients.

A classic choice of three options.

However, there is currently no motive or evidence, and it is impossible to even deduce who it is.

Of course, this refers to the police, and has nothing to do with Yusuke Suzuki.

He's the man who holds the script.

Conan then steered the conversation to a magnetic strip with the word 'diary' written on it, suggesting that it might contain information related to the Black Organization.

He is bound to win!

Takagi Wataru immediately checked the records on the computer in the room. The records showed that they had been kept for at least five years.

Conan was overjoyed. This meant that there might be records from two years ago, or even more information inside.

Seeing that Takagi Wataru had finished reading the contents, he leaned over and said, "Then, let me put the disk back in its original place for you."

As he spoke, he removed the magnetic disk.

Here it is!

However, Inspector Megure suddenly took the magnetic disk from his hand. "No, just to be on the safe side, we should hand this over to the forensic team."

Conan immediately became anxious; he needed to come up with a solution quickly.

In comparison, Yusuke Suzuki was much more relaxed, slacking off on the spot and exchanging text messages with Ai Haibara on his phone.

It's still not very convenient. Even if we don't have QQ or WeChat, MSN would be better.

Or how about giving the Suzuki Group some pointers?

It's still very difficult for him to do it himself for the time being. After all, EW is not a technology company and has a very weak foundation. Transformation is impossible, and he can't find a suitable company to acquire.

Let's think about it some more. Perhaps it would be a good choice to let the Suzuki Group develop smartphones as soon as possible. After all, the sooner a technology can be used, the better it is.

While he was envisioning future technology, Conan was diligently gathering evidence.

...

Damn it, there are still too few clues!

Conan bit his lip and looked at Suzuki Yusuke, who was standing against the wall. This time, he would probably have to ask for help from outside the game!

He jogged over, "Brother Yusuke, have you found the culprit yet?"

Chapter 271 FBI? MI6?

"No."

Yusuke Suzuki shook his head immediately.

"No, I know you already know. Can you tell me?" Conan jumped up and down anxiously. "This time it was my initiative, so it doesn't count as you breaking the agreement."

Agreement?

Yusuke Suzuki recalled that there seemed to be such a thing.

"Look over there."

He pointed in a direction.

Conan turned his head and looked at the Go board.

Meanwhile, the forensic examiner discovered new information: the deceased was not wearing a sock on one foot.

After observing the moves on the chessboard, Conan suddenly realized, "So that's how it is!"

A little while later, he could use the opportunity of reasoning to get his hands on the magnetic disk.

Conan smiled gratefully at Suzuki Yusuke, then mentally reconstructed the details, roughly deduced the reasoning, and checked if there was anything that didn't make sense or that he wasn't sure about.

However, Inspector Megure was preparing to leave. Now that there was no clear evidence, there was no way to keep those three people around.

Oh no... Conan tensed up again. Once the floppy disk was taken away, he would never be able to see it again!

It can only be this way.

"Since Inspector Megure has said so, I have no choice but to comply."

Megure Juzo turned around, "??"

Kogoro Mouri was also completely bewildered. Who was speaking? Why did the voice sound so much like his?

"What I'm saying is that we absolutely cannot let the suspect leave here like this."

After saying that, Conan swiftly knocked out Kogoro Mouri with a single needle.

Yusuke Suzuki helped him up and helped his sleeping teacher into a pose, but Conan still came over, wanting to put the miniature megaphone on the bumbling detective.

After finishing his work, Conan began his deduction.

Yusuke Suzuki was a little shocked. This guy was sitting right on the edge of the bed, completely open and aboveboard, deduce the bow tie.

Are they not even going to put on an act anymore?

He glanced at everyone present, but no one was looking at Conan.

The ultimate stealth technique is amazing!

Conan deduced that Suzuki Yusuke was looking at him with a strange expression.

He became alert; had he been discovered?

I looked around, but there was nothing there...

After pausing for a moment, Conan decided to continue his deduction.

The death message on the Go board was clear enough; it was in Braille, and translated, it meant, 'The murderer is Soma, and the evidence is his watch.'

This was set up on the Go board by Itakura Taku with his feet, despite the pressure of a heart attack.

This is unreasonable. After all, if Itakura Taku had the mind and ability to do such meticulous work, calling for help from the outside world would not have been difficult at all.

But he just happened to disappear like that.

Conan seized the opportunity, got his hands on the magnetic disk, and continued his deduction. Since he hadn't fully figured it out yet, he was forced into the task and stammered for a while during the identification process.

Fortunately, he quickly figured it out and didn't need Suzuki Yusuke's help to save the day.

Soma Ryusuke didn't argue much and quickly confessed.

By the time everything was finished, it was already very late at night.

Downstairs from the Rice Flower Restaurant.

"Alright, Ran," Inspector Megure said with a smile, "Your dad, who's always yawning, still has some things to discuss with me. You two can have Suzuki take you home."

Ran Mouri shook her head. "No need. It's only a 30-minute walk from here to home."

"Alright then." Suzuki Yusuke waved his hand, then said goodbye to Mouri Kogoro and Inspector Megure.

He drove straight home.

A few snowflakes drifted down, and the air, slightly heavy, was devoid of any wind.

Conan was very happy to have Ran holding his hand.

The floppy disk has been obtained; all that's needed is to use Professor Agasa's computer to thoroughly inspect it.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and Ran Mouri suddenly remembered the last Valentine's Day.