The world of science is unscientific

But this time...

If that ping-pong ball had hit him on the head, he really would have died!

While protecting the lives of others, you also need to protect your own life. There's nothing shameful about it.

He cleared his throat. "Um, Yusuke, you've come at the right time. Mr. Bando just mentioned that you talked about using dry ice to make the kimono sleeves fall off automatically."

“That’s right,” Yusuke Suzuki nodded. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Kogoro Mori changed the subject. “Given that the method is feasible, the problem we need to solve now is the secret room in the shrine.”

At this moment, Tokyo Sakata became anxious, "President Suzuki, you should already have an idea, right? Why don't you tell us quickly so we can find the culprit as soon as possible?"

Upon hearing this, Suzuki Yusuke seemed to be deep in thought.

It's only natural for Tokyo Sakamoto to be anxious.

Aside from the fear of murder, he also had to bear the pressure from work.

The game was set up by themselves, and two people died right away. Both of them came from wealthy and powerful families.

His status as a producer might hold some sway in the eyes of ordinary people, but it meant nothing to the deceased's family.

Solve the case as soon as possible, find the murderer, and clear yourself of all responsibility.

Although he didn't think he had done anything wrong, he was afraid of being blamed.

At the same time, he was also considering that if he couldn't continue working, showing Suzuki Yusuke some support now and demonstrating a lot of trust and respect would make it easier to find a job later.

However, Suzuki Yusuke's main focus was on the other person's surname.

Back in Osaka, there was the 3K case.

Kogoro Mouri, with his boundless imagination, interpreted the message left by the deceased as "Mr. Bando".

Why hasn't their own teacher thought of identifying Sakata Tokyoichi as the murderer?

Moreover, judging from the current situation, the elimination method of the Mori method has not even appeared.

This is not reasonable.

Yusuke Suzuki briefly drifted off into thought, then found a place to sit down nearby and calmly said, "I can't think of a method for creating a secret room, and I have no idea how."

Upon hearing this, Conan immediately pouted.

Hum~!

You just don't want to talk!

It's best if you don't say anything!

I can figure it out myself!

Ran Mouri was still shaken. "Dad, didn't we find two new kimono-sleeved Hannya robes in the shrine's main hall earlier?"

"Could it be...could it be that resentment led to this murder?"

Her voice grew softer and softer until she herself seemed unsure of what she was saying.

But Harumi Fukatsu chimed in with a rather agreeable tone.

Resentment leading to murder... that's impossible, of course.

Conan muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping back and forth, but he didn't notice any unusual expressions on the faces of the people present.

Most of them were tense and worried.

But what exactly does the locked-room technique look like?

Still unable to figure things out, he simply went outside to conduct three more searches and observations.

The footprints were all covered by bath towels.

Did they cross over the roof using ropes?

That would work, but retrieving the rope would be a hassle.

Moreover, the snow on the eaves showed no signs of damage.

If footprints can be left, what about the messy footprints and scratches on the eaves?

Wait inside beforehand?

You should leave your footprints when you go out...

Conan walked and thought.

Suddenly, he remembered something and looked down at his footprints.

The feel of these footprints...

No, I should say that the feeling when you step on it is a bit off.

It's too soft.

and many more!

Conan hurriedly ran back to the place he had just passed.

Sure enough, the snow here did seem to have been compressed by something.

He initially thought the thinner snow layer was due to the eaves blocking the snow, but now it seems that's not the case at all!

Conan couldn't help but look at the towels covering the footprints, which were now half-hidden by the snow.

As Uncle Mori just mentioned, once the belt is soaked in water and frozen solid, it can be used as a skateboard.

In that case, it can certainly be used as a cover plate here!

Two pieces are enough.

By using a cover made of a belt to cover the footprints in turn, the murderer could walk over them without leaving any footprints and without disturbing Anzai Ema's footprints.

If the cover plate itself has a large surface area, and the perpetrator is also light in weight, then the pressure distributed on the snow surface will be very small.

With the combined effect of heavy snow and time, the indentations left by the cover plate will soon disappear.

This breaks the locked-room mystery.

Furthermore, judging from the texture of the snow on both sides of the corridor, Conan believes his deduction is correct.

He continued walking forward until the feeling of the snow being compressed disappeared.

This room belongs to Eri Akechi.

But why did she kill those two people?

Conan still has doubts, and he has not yet found the key evidence to support his reasoning.

These methods alone are insufficient to convict a criminal.

"Conan, what are you doing there? Come in quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Just then, Ran Mouri appeared at the door.

Conan could only agree and return indoors.

His gaze swept over Eri Akechi again, his heart filled with resentment.

Damn it...

It's already very late. If we drag this out until tomorrow, the evidence might be destroyed by the other party.

Or...should we ask our friends for help?

Chapter 594 A Trip for Two is About to Begin

Should I ask my friends for help?

No!

Conan looked at Suzuki Yusuke, who was acting slowly and leisurely like a grandpa, and felt that he absolutely could not compromise.

Didn't I already tell myself that before?

do it yourself!

You absolutely must do it yourself!

Evidence, evidence, evidence!

Conan was starting to get a little frantic, racking his brains frantically, trying to extract new information from the clues he already had.

But it was all in vain.

No evidence is no evidence.

I've already searched all the places I need to look for several times already.

By this time, it was nearly 2 a.m., and many people wanted to go back to rest.

Although Eri Akechi didn't say anything, her expression showed that she didn't want to stay there any longer.

Conan wanted to stop them again, but he couldn't.

In desperation, he had no choice but to run up to Eri Akechi, grab her hand, and plead with her, "Eri-neechan, please play with me outside a little longer, I want to hear you tell a story."

“A writer like you must tell stories that are more interesting than those told by Yusuke.”

Yusuke Suzuki: "???"

WTF?

No, how can this be linked to him?

Besides, he didn't tell any stories at all.

I still owe my wife the bedtime story I promised her.

This sudden turn of events infuriated Kogoro Mouri. He took two steps forward, grabbed Conan by the back of his collar, and lifted him up. "Stop messing around! You brat, you better stop this!"

Ran Mouri quickly came over and hugged Conan, saying, "Conan, you can't do that. It's not good to disturb other people's rest."

It was precisely because Kogoro Mouri stepped forward that Eri Akechi lost her balance and took a step back.

Conan immediately realized something was wrong.