Detective Conan: I, with my magical powers, am going to destroy the world!

Suddenly realizing something, he turned to Chi Chufeng in surprise and said, "Now that Madam is dead, the commission can't be considered unfulfilled, can it?"

Chi Chufeng smiled without saying a word.

On the other side, Megure still had a worried look on his face, and as time passed, the guests had all asked him questions.

Most people at the scene were far from the victim, Mrs. Hoshino, and not many were near the balcony. Moreover, their testimonies were all similar, and in the end, no perpetrator matched their description.

It was already late at night, and the police had no choice but to give everyone an answer.

"Well, the rain has stopped," Inspector Megure said helplessly, glancing out the window. "Has Lord Akashi still not revealed who the murderer is?"

In the banquet hall, all the guests were waiting for the police investigation results, and were visibly tired and unwilling to stay at the crime scene any longer.

"Well, after the investigation, no one was found to be hiding a murder weapon, and no one had a lot of blood on them... So, everyone can go home for now. We'll let you know when we need to take your statements later."

After finishing speaking, Inspector glanced at his watch. "It's almost 1 a.m..."

"Snapped!"

The lights in the hall suddenly went out, plunging the hall into darkness. Megure, who had just raised his wrist, froze in shock.

Before I could even ask a question, I saw the butler pushing a cake cart with lit candles over.

"What's going on?" Inspector Megure asked in surprise, "Is someone having a birthday? And at a time like this..."

“Alright, Inspector,” Takagi said, checking his watch by candlelight, “after I give the signal, blow out the candles just like the victim did.”

"Huh?" Inspector Megure's eyes widened. "What? Takagi, you..."

"Lord Akatsuki ordered me to do this. Now, 3, 2, 1... Alright!"

"call!"

Takagi signaled to his watch, and the still somewhat dumbfounded Inspector Megure, without thinking too much, reflexively bent down, puffed out his cheeks, and blew out all the candles in one breath, plunging the venue into darkness once again.

"and then?"

Megure straightened up, looking around at the silent surroundings with a puzzled expression. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of the head.

"Boom!"

"Who?!" Megure turned around and vaguely saw the shadowy shape of a stick. He immediately became angry and said, "Who hit me on the head with a stick just now?!"

"call--!"

As the clock struck, the French doors on the balcony swung open with a bang, letting in a gust of cold wind.

Megure's face darkened as he pressed, "What exactly is going on with this arrangement? Even if I open the window and pretend to escape outside, it won't work, because I've already seen the stick that hit me. Who's holding the stick now?"

Chapter 581 I hit you just now

The lights were turned on, and before Megure could interrogate the sweating Takagi, Conan stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry, Inspector Megure, I hit you just now."

"Huh?" Inspector Megure exclaimed and looked down at Conan. "What nonsense are you talking about, Conan? You didn't bring a stick!"

To admit to hitting someone so confidently, this kid really knows how to joke.

“Inspector Megure,” Akatsuka walked into the room from the balcony and explained to Megure on behalf of Conan, “It is indeed Conan, but that stick has now flown outside. To be precise, it’s not a stick, but an umbrella.”

"An umbrella?" Inspector Megure was completely bewildered.

"That's right, just like at the time of the incident, the experiment was a great success."

Conan excitedly said, "First, prepare a long rope, tie a weight in the middle, tie a slipknot at one end of the rope, hang the slipknot on the tip of the clock hand outside, let the weight hang down over the balcony railing, and pull the other end into the room through the window crack."

"When it's time to turn off the lights to blow out the candles, tie the rope that was pulled in to the umbrella handle. The moment the candles are blown out, hit the officer with the umbrella, and then the umbrella will be pulled out by the falling weight. That's roughly how it works."

"But will this work? I didn't see it just now, but someone at the birthday party will definitely find the rope on the balcony." Inspector Megure scratched his head in frustration.

Even so, there was no need to hit him on the head, was there?

“Of course, the culprit probably used something like a fishing line that's not easy to spot,” Conan said, his gaze sweeping over the bearded men.

"The clock outside is right above the balcony. There is a circular notch on the hour hand. When it goes straight down to 6 o'clock, the rope tied to it will soon come loose."

"As for why the murder weapon and heavy objects couldn't be found, they must have fallen directly into the well below. It would have been easy to do so by simply extending the rope."

"Then," Inspector Megure asked suspiciously, "where's the blood? The perpetrator stabbed the victim in the chest. It's unlikely that he immediately moved behind the victim, restrained them, and used the force of the falling weight to pull out the weapon, right? If it was just a stab to the chest, it would make sense since there was a necklace coated with fluorescent paint on the chest, but it's impossible to move nimbly in the dark, and besides..."

"No, the murderer couldn't have used a heavy object to pull out the weapon. Moving such a large object would have been easily discovered, so the perpetrator pulled out the weapon by hand. And the reason he wasn't covered in blood is because..."

Conan's gaze fell on the bearded man, Shinjiro.

"Before revealing the reason, we can first find out who the murderer is."

"Can we find out directly?" Inspector Megure asked, bewildered.

“Yes, the key is the bloodstains,” Conan explained. “Only a few people, such as Mr. Karube, were stained with blood. These included Mr. Karube, who was close to the hands and cuffs of the fallen victim after the incident; Ms. Suoh, whose arm was smeared with blood; and Mr. Kogaki, whose shoulder was splattered with blood.”

"It's not surprising that the old man was splattered with blood while standing next to the lady. The bloodstains on Miss Suoh's arm were probably from when the murder weapon flew onto the balcony. So, I would like to ask Mr. Qingbian, how could one get close to the lady to leave such bloodstains?"

Conan quietly looked at the slightly trembling hands of the man who was about to speak.

"Your hands and cuffs, were you pressing them directly onto Madam's bleeding chest? Even so, how could your clothes and pants not be stained with blood? With such a large amount of bleeding, it would be strange if you didn't step in any blood."

"So there's only one reason: the reason your hands are stained with blood is because you directly handled the murder weapon!"

"What?!" Megure exclaimed in astonishment. "Mr. Karube is the murderer?! And what was the murder weapon?"

"Didn't I just say? It was an umbrella, but he used a folding umbrella, which he could hide in his clothes to make it easier to commit crimes without being discovered."

Conan makes his final deduction.

"This can be inferred to some extent from their testimonies: tall, fat, fast, and the friction of fabric are all referring to the murder weapon. The fact that the tall man helped the butler block the splattered blood was because the 817 umbrella was open, and the perpetrator also avoided the bloodstains in this way."

"I think he must have attached a sharp weapon to the tip of the umbrella, and then used the umbrella to stab the lady. When he pulled it out, all the blood was blocked by the umbrella. The reason why Mr. Qingbian's hands were stained with blood was because he was in a hurry to close the umbrella. In order to save time, he probably used something like a rubber band tied to his wrist."

Conan walked past the trembling, dazed bearded man and said, "To do all this, you must be very familiar with this place. As the designer of this villa, you don't even need to experiment to know how long the rope should be. And I heard that you even borrowed the lady's pocket watch at the party and could easily fasten it a few seconds to create time for your crime."

"You proactively helped with the investigation before, probably because it started raining outside again, and it would be difficult to leave like this, right? Can you tell me where your umbrella is?"

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Chapter 582 Someone gave you a villa?

Qingbian Dingwu lowered his head and said, "When Lord Chichu arrived, I knew this would be the outcome, but there was nothing I could do. I waited three whole years for a rainy day to avoid being seen making my arrangements, so I had to take action."

Qingbian Dingwu was taken away by the police.

The butler walked over with a grateful expression.

"Lord Chichu, thank you so much. If it weren't for your arrangements, Madam would have been killed."

"Huh?" Conan and Inspector Megure were both stunned.

"Where is your wife?" Chi Chufeng asked.

"The lady was terrified and felt dizzy; she's calling a doctor to come and see her."

Chi Chufeng nodded.

Inspector Megure asked, "Lord Akashi, what is this...?"

Chi Chufeng smiled and snapped his fingers.

The bloodied corpse on the ground vanished instantly.

"This is an illusion I created using Yin-Yang magic, so... it was just an attempted murder."

Inspector Megure and Conan were both dumbfounded.

Conan felt like crying again.

What have I been busy with all this time?

The reasoning was all for naught.

At Asama Mountain, Akaso Kaze's luxury car was parked in front of an exquisite two-story villa.

Although the villa is not particularly large, it has a great sense of layering.

Not far away is a lake with calm, clear water, surrounded by green trees and red leaves, looking like an oil painting, clean and refreshing.

Chi Chufeng got out of the car and immediately fell in love with the villa in front of him. It had a dark blue roof, white brick and wood walls, a private viewing balcony, and floor-to-ceiling windows with a wide view.

It looks like it would be perfect as a holiday cottage, and there's plenty of space for quite a few people.

Standing on the viewing platform, you can take in the stunning mountain and water scenery, and also see several other villas with similar styles. If you stay here, you won't have to worry about it being deserted.

This villa was a gift from a wealthy client to Akachu Kaze.

Chi Chufeng looked into the distance and saw a tennis court, which seemed to be called Karuizawa Tennis Court.

He decided to go and take a look around there.

Wow!

It suddenly started raining.

Outside the Karuizawa tennis courts, Akaso Kaze opened her umbrella.

A young man carrying an umbrella passed by.

He was wearing sportswear, looked to be in his thirties, with his hair tied back and a full beard, giving him a mature, middle-aged look. However, he seemed to have something on his mind.