He's in Detective Conan, and he's the mastermind behind everything.

These people are perfectly healthy, so why are they so unambitious and unwilling to work hard and get back on track?

Inspector Megure was used to this. He glanced at the wary vagrants and beckoned to one of them.

"Mr. Tojo, come here for a moment."

The homeless man, whose clothes were reasonably neat, hurried over. Inspector Megure pointed to Nami Yukimatsu and Okao Yamada behind him and asked, "You said you saw suspicious people hopping into the site of the electrical leak. Were they them?"

Tojo examined the person carefully for a moment, then shook his head: "That person was dressed all in black, and was also wearing a mask and a baseball cap. I really couldn't tell them apart."

Megure frowned, but before he could speak, a police officer rushed in from outside the woods, carrying a large, transparent plastic bag.

"Inspector, the pair of yellow platform insulated shoes that Mr. Tojo mentioned have been found!"

Those who dare to enter the area with the leaking electricity must have special equipment. The police had been informed of this information beforehand and searched the surrounding area. Finally, they found the clue in a trash can near the park.

Megure immediately wanted to compare Yukimatsu Nami and the other woman, but Yukimatsu Nami snorted and pulled Yamada Okao back a step.

"What does shoe size prove? Anyone can fake it. You should go get your DNA tested; we don't dare touch it, lest we have trouble explaining it later."

She's convinced that the police have definitely taken money from the insurance company!

Yukimatsu Nami sneered, "Besides, you said before that when that suspicious person went in, Yukimatsu Masato was already dead. If I killed him to commit insurance fraud, my goal has been achieved, so why would I bother going in?"

"He might have evidence pointing to you, and you have to go and clear it out."

The crime scene wasn't far from here. Inspector Megure pointed in that direction and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say he stole something from your house last night? But apart from the hairband he was clutching tightly in his hand, he didn't have anything else on him."

"He's a gambling addict, he must have lost everything!"

Yukimatsu Nami grew annoyed. What on earth were these police officers spouting nonsense?!

"That's the key. We visited the underground gambling den that Masato Yukimatsu frequents, and the people there said he didn't gamble at all last night." Inspector Megure's eyes sharpened. "And the izakaya he used to go to every night, he didn't go there yesterday either!"

"Tch..." Yukimatsu Nami scoffed, "It's just a different venue, what does that prove?"

Do you think everything could be such a coincidence?

"But that's just how it is."

Inspector Megure remained silent. He had to admit that no matter how suspicious Yukimatsu Nami seemed, the police did not have any clear evidence in the current situation.

He could only look expectantly at Shinichi Kudo, hoping that his younger brother would deliver as always.

Shinichi Kudo was wandering through the woods, hoping to find some clues.

To be honest, he's also deeply shrouded in mystery right now.

Although a gambling addict, Masato Yukimatsu was a relatively stable man. Last night, he suddenly went to his estranged wife's house to rob her. Afterward, he did not go to familiar places to seek pleasure. The next day at noon, he died unexpectedly in the park. It all seemed like a conspiracy.

But where is the breakthrough?

Because of that hairband, Yukimatsu Nami seemed to be the most suspicious, but her hasty rush to Ian's apartment to move things made her seem foolish, which actually reduced her suspicion.

Shinichi Kudo had a vague feeling that he had been misled, and that his and the police's investigation had been going in the wrong direction from the very beginning...

Huh? !

In a corner of the homeless cardboard house, Shinichi Kudo suddenly caught a glimpse of something noteworthy on the edge of a cardboard box.

A pair of orange, long, insulating gloves!

"Officer Megure!"

Shinichi Kudo immediately called someone over and asked who the homeless people who used to live here were. Tojo thought for a moment, then pounded his hands and said, "That's right, that guy Itahara mentioned it to us when he was chatting. He used to be an electrician!"

"what?!"

Megure Juzo was shocked. Could the suspicious person who approached the corpse be just a homeless person?!

He immediately ordered people to search the cardboard box for hair and send it for testing along with the shoes, while also trying his best to contact the company where Itahara had been fired.

As dusk settled, all the information had been gathered: the shoes did indeed belong to Itahara, and his former company had even found the corresponding serial number on the purchase order.

"Now everything is clear!"

Yukimatsu Nami beamed with joy, "It was all just a misunderstanding. Yukimatsu Masato died from an accidental electrocution. That vagrant who called himself Banhara got greedy and went to steal something from the body with tight security. It has nothing to do with me!"

Ying Sheng yawned and continued playing on his phone. If the case could be closed here, that would be fine.

But the police and Shinichi Kudo were not willing to give up; they still felt there was something wrong.

"Yukimatsu-kun, could you start from noon yesterday and tell me everything that has happened from then until now?" Shinichi Kudo asked Kiyoko Yukimatsu.

Ying Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly. Impressive.

Can we go back to yesterday? The police had already conducted an autopsy.

Kiyoko nodded gently, "Of course."

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Chapter 5 Getting Closer to the Truth!

Kiyoko has a perfect alibi because she did nothing at all.

Or rather, the steps she needs to complete were taken long before noon yesterday. In apartment 2601 of Ian early yesterday morning, Shinichi Kudo has not yet discovered the key.

Is this the end of the matter?

As night fell, on the adjacent balcony on the 26th floor, Qingzi swung on a swing and asked softly.

Ultimately, the police and Shinichi Kudo focused their investigation on Nami Yukimatsu. After Kiyoko was completely cleared of suspicion, she returned to her apartment.

Ying Sheng stayed at the scene of the accident for a while longer, then said goodbye to Shinichi Kudo and slipped away.

He was just a passerby.

"I believe I haven't left any flaws, but who can say for sure about these things?"

Ying Sheng tossed a small, light blue MP3 player into Qingzi's hands. "For example, this one. Although Mr. Xuesong's derogatory terms for you and your mother are the same, the word 'little' is still a bit superfluous."

小，

Bitch.

The sound that Yukimatsu Nami heard at 11 p.m. last night was actually made by Yukimatsu Masato in the early hours of yesterday morning.

The location was not the Yamada residence, but apartment 2601 in Ian; the target was not Yukimatsu Nami, but Yukimatsu Kiyoko, who accidentally revealed that she now had pocket money.

Masato Yukimatsu dared not use violence to interrogate Kiyoko, who was about to become a gift. He could only mutter curses as he searched around. His voice was clearly recorded and became clear evidence of his burglary the previous night.

In reality, the person who broke into the Yamada residence was none other than Hotaru!

The room was very dimly lit at the time, and Hotaru was wearing a mask and a baseball cap, so Yukimatsu and Nami couldn't see his face at all. That's why, when Yukimatsu recounted what happened to Kudo Shinichi, she said she was 100% sure it was the voice, not the face.

I wonder if Kudo noticed this detail.

"Don't you think I went to all this trouble? We could have just let Mr. Cedar die in a simple accident," Ying Sheng asked with a smile.

Kiyoko gently shook her head. "If we don't point out a clear path for the police and detectives, and they keep focusing on the accident itself, it will only make things more complicated. I think no matter how ingeniously we create an accident, we can't guarantee it will be foolproof."

“That’s right, it’s both for insurance and out of respect for Kudo. But actually, the current smokescreen has more steps, and the possibility of it being exposed is greater than before. What do you think my motives are?”

Kiyoko lowered her eyes slightly, her gaze revealing a girlish shyness. "To clear my name, Hotaru-kun took such a risk. How can I, who has nothing to offer, express my gratitude?"

[Love +1]

Ying Sheng smiled. It was rare to find that Qingzi's words carried a hint of sincerity.

"You didn't mention that five hundred million at all."

"Eh……"

Qingzi pouted, "I only have 100 million, and it's still a long way from when I'll actually get it."

"How can we let a duck that's already in our hands fly away? I brought your mother in with that in mind, so she could be the one to take the lead and fight the insurance company. As for what happens after that, what are your thoughts?"

"Hmm... It's too suspicious that both parents would have an accident in such a short period of time."

“Then let’s use some gentler methods, but it’s too early to talk about that now.” Ying Sheng took out his phone and glanced at it; the connection was still active. “Did the police find the bug on Officer Sato’s sleeve?”

I don't think so.

The premise for obtaining the insurance money is that it was an accident. Even if Hotaru misled the police into suspecting my mother, it wasn't to frame him, but rather because he believed Shinichi Kudo could uncover the truth and discover it was simply an accident.

"Hopefully so. If I'm discovered after remaining silent for so long, then I'm really out of luck." Ying Sheng stood up, put on his Bluetooth headset, and said, "Only one last step left. I'll pray that I won't be caught by the police on the spot."

"Absolutely not, Hotaru-kun handles it with ease."

Well, thanks for your kind words, goodnight.

"I'll feel at ease, my second peaceful night..."

[Love +1]

Ying Sheng walked into the pitch-black living room and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

Honestly, he should have thought of this sooner, since Kiyoko's affection for him would increase so much because of this.

He had narrowly escaped death several times before; if he had known it was this easy, then...

Huh? !

Ying Sheng suddenly realized something important: the pattern in Qingzi might not be impossible to replicate.

While the system's definition of love is still unclear, it's a very broad concept in terms of human emotions. Examples include lust at first sight, the suspension bridge effect, and Stockholm syndrome…

Who says they aren't love?

Even though he suffered a crushing defeat in Shinjuku Kabukicho at the very beginning, almost losing his life.

But now that I have a little more money, I always need to find opportunities to do more experiments.

sizzle-

“Inspector, we questioned residents near the park one by one, and some people did see a person dressed like homeless Itagaki leaving. However, we checked the surveillance footage along the way and found no trace of him. The nearby pawnshops have not accepted the jewelry described by Yukimatsu Nami.”

The clear sound came through the headphones, and Ying Sheng silently gave them a thumbs up.

Working at 10 pm, that's really dedicated.

"I understand." Inspector Megure's voice was quite deep, pausing for a moment before continuing, "Kudo, are there any other directions for the investigation?"

There was a long silence.