The world of science is unscientific

Yusuke Suzuki gave Conan a wink, and Conan understood immediately. He went around behind the massage chair and immediately injected Conan with a needle.

"Ran, immediately bring Inspector Yokomizo and the others over. Mr. Hiramatsu's death was not accidental; it was a meticulously planned murder!"

Ran Mouri was shocked when she heard this, and at the same time, she wondered if there was something wrong with her father.

He didn't say a word when everyone was here, but now that they've just left, he wants to call them back. This has happened many times!

However, she still chose to do as instructed, since she was already used to it.

Outside the R&D center, thanks to the polite small talk that everyone was still exchanging pleasantries, Ran Mouri managed to stop them in time.

After she finished speaking, Sango Yokomizo's hair trembled. "Really? I thought I wouldn't get to see Mr. Mori's famous mystery this time."

Then, his expression turned serious, and he looked around. "Everyone, shall we go in together?"

Two minutes later.

Everyone took their positions and stood in front of Kogoro Mouri.

"This posture..."

"So that's where the title 'Sleeping Man' comes from. I have a feeling that Mr. Mori is really asleep."

...

"Ahem," Conan cleared his throat from behind the massage chair, "Inspector Yokomizo, you should remember that Mr. Hiramatsu's car brakes have been malfunctioning for a while, right?"

"Well... the brakes are indeed broken."

"We all know that brake failure is not necessarily the main cause of fatal car accidents."

"However, this time the perpetrator had set a trap in advance, using brake failure to make the murder look like an accidental car accident."

After everyone's shock subsided, Conan gave a brief account of what had happened.

"Mr. Hiramatsu firmly believes that he killed President Umeya and fled in his car, driving relentlessly down the mountain road shrouded in thick fog. Conan, Ran, and even my student can all attest to this."

Ran Mouri nodded. "When Conan and I went to find Yusuke, we ran into Mr. Hiramatsu driving by on our way back. He was going very fast."

I remember he made a directional movement, but perhaps because he reacted too late and was going too fast, the car's direction didn't change much.

Conan, having put down his voice changer, jumped out from behind the massage chair. "If Yusuke hadn't pulled me and Ran back, we probably would have been bumped into."

After saying that, he jumped back.

Conan picked up the ribbon and continued, "Just like Ran said, if Mr. Hiramatsu were in this driving state and suddenly saw the headlights of an oncoming vehicle, he wouldn't have time to turn the steering wheel and would fall straight to the bottom of the valley."

“But were there any cars in the oncoming lane at that time?” Yokomizo Sango questioned. “This area is often shrouded in thick fog after sunset, and almost no one drives through it.”

"No, that's not what I meant. The oncoming headlights that Mr. Hiramatsu saw were actually his own headlights. At the accident scene, there was a road reflector. I had Conan look at it before, and the angle of that reflector had been adjusted."

"Given the current situation, the only people who would commit a crime are insiders!"

Upon hearing this, Kasahara Eigo panicked, "You mean us, the 'inside' you're referring to?!"

Now he couldn't care less about showing off and frantically tried to distance himself, saying, "I don't have time to act alone. In my opinion, the president is a very likely candidate."

"You bastard! I'm the victim!"

Just as Shiro Umetani finished his reprimand, Conan interrupted him, "President Umetani, you left alone after the competition, and I just heard Mr. Kasahara say that when you went out for dinner, you also came back alone, didn't you?"

"Wait a minute," Umeya Shiro said, completely exasperated. "I've been so good to you, and you're so ungrateful!"

What does it have to do with me, Conan, if you're nice to Kogoro Mouri?

Just as Conan was about to continue his deduction, Suzuki Yusuke stepped forward.

"Then I'll do it."

Upon hearing this, Conan was somewhat surprised, while Shiro Umeya's face turned ashen.

Although Conan trusts his friends' abilities, his experience comparing answers earlier made him a little uneasy.

What's more, Suzuki Yusuke actually took the initiative to ask for the deduction.

Is this reasonable?

This is simply unreasonable!

And then consider this guy's mental state today, whether it's good or bad...

"Yusuke, let me do it. You've caught a cold, just rest."

Conan tried to dissuade him, but Suzuki Yusuke shrugged and said nothing more.

"To carry out this murder plan, dense fog is essential; otherwise, Mr. Hiramatsu would have discovered the problem with the reflector. Therefore, the only person capable of doing so..."

"President Umeya, it's you!"

Umeya Shiro immediately burst into a tirade, "Don't spout nonsense!"

"You actually knew all along that Mr. Hiramatsu planned to kill you. You could tell from the fact that you deliberately changed your cigarette case. After all, your own cigarette case is a unique and treasured possession."

"And you must have discovered Mr. Hiramatsu's prepared will and other things beforehand."

Conan shared the same thought as Yusuke Suzuki: the size and capacity of the cigarette box were unreasonable.

He continued to apply pressure, "Besides, only you, as the president, could schedule the internal competition for a foggy night."

"I think any normal person wouldn't choose to schedule such an important project at this time."

Umeya Shiro could no longer hold back his emotions and started clamoring for Mouri Kogoro to produce evidence.

This time, Suzuki Yusuke really didn't want to listen to any more boring reasoning, and said without further ado, "Won't the evidence just come out on its own after 12 o'clock?"

this......

Yokomizo Sango and the others were still in a daze, but Umeya Shiro's mouth was slightly open, and he could no longer speak.

A moment later, he collapsed to his knees, bowed his head, and confessed his guilt.

Chapter 305 Sleepy

"Mr. Mori...is that all?"

Yokomizo Sango watched Umeya Shiro confess his guilt, his mind still in turmoil.

Why did he suddenly confess?

He looked at Suzuki Yusuke and Mouri Kogoro respectively, hoping that the master and apprentice could give them an explanation.

The others present did the same, silently waiting to hear the answer.

Seeing that Suzuki Yusuke didn't seem inclined to explain, Conan had no choice but to do it himself.

He put the bow-tie voice changer he had put down back to his mouth, "I don't know if everyone remembers, but President Umeya said that Mr. Hiramatsu threatened him that if he didn't accept his conditions for terminating the contract, he wouldn't hand over AIMS."

"Without a password, the programs in AIMS will self-destruct after midnight."

Yokomizo Sango was the first to react, "If the program is not destroyed after 12 o'clock, it proves that Mr. Hiramatsu and President Umeya have reached a reconciliation, which contradicts his previous statement."

Conan continued, "Actually, you can see a lot of problems from Mr. Hiramatsu's expression in the videotape, from his confident smile at the beginning to his sudden outburst and attack."

"During this, President Umeya must have used language to provoke Mr. Hiramatsu."

“Truly worthy of being called a famous detective,” Shiro Umetani stood up, having regained his composure. “But when did you begin to suspect me?”

"I was simply being cautious about the incident, and I found you on the way to finding a solution."

At that moment, the screen of the AIMS control panel lit up, and Masaki Hiramatsu's voice came from it.

"How are you, President Umeya?"

Shiro Umeya looked at the screen with a bitter expression. Masaki Hiramatsu was smiling, and every word he said seemed to be mocking him.

"Goodbye, President Umeya."

The video ended after the last sentence was spoken.

"Well then, we should go too."

Yokomizo Sango gestured to his men to take Umetani Shiro to the police car, then asked, "Mr. Mori, since your car isn't fixed yet, why don't you come back to the police station with me and give me your statement?"

"Cough cough..." Conan feigned exhaustion. "No problem, Inspector Yokomizo. But could you please wait for me a little longer? I'd like to rest for a bit and try out the massage chair one more time."

"no problem."

Officer Yokomizo readily agreed, only to be stopped by Yusuke Suzuki.

"Officer Yokomizo, what will happen to that AIMS?"

“AIMS?” Yokomizo Sango turned his head and glanced at it. “It should still be kept here.”

"Then who owns it?"

"This...is really a headache. What exactly are you trying to do?"

Yusuke Suzuki chuckled softly, "I shouldn't have any problem bringing it home, right?"

"I'll ask around for you then."

After receiving the promise, Suzuki Yusuke stopped bothering Yokomizo Shingo and went outside to smoke.

Now we just need to wait for Kogoro Mouri to wake up, then we can go to the police station together to give a statement, and then go back to Tokyo.

As for the car parked on the road, Yusuke Suzuki didn't want it anymore and even considered sending it to be dismantled and sold as scrap.

But that car doesn't seem to be his...

We'll see.

Less than ten minutes later, Kogoro Mouri slowly woke up, just as the massage chair stopped working.

He stretched and looked around somewhat blankly.

After learning that President Umeya had orchestrated the murder of Masaki Hiramatsu, the bumbling detective maintained a calm and collected demeanor.

As for his inner thoughts, well, actually he didn't think much about it at all.

At most, he would just marvel at how amazing he was while asleep, wondering when he would be able to go all out when he was awake.

"Mr. Mori, shall we go?"

"Oh? Oh, I'm coming right now."

After getting on the bus, Yokomizo Sango flattered Kogoro Mouri for a while.