He's in Detective Conan, but a Triumph Attorney.

However, it would be helpful if Uncle Maori could say a few more words to try to get some evidence or information out of the prosecutor.

After all, the defense is currently lacking in evidence and intelligence.

"What are you talking about? How can a fist be used as a blunt instrument to kill someone..."

"If I beat President Shimazu to death with my fists, how come there is no [blood] on my hands!"

"Even though I only went into the office to take a look last night, I could smell blood."

"That must be the blood that flowed from President Shimazu!"

Yamada Isamu was very excited. He never expected that the famous detective from Tokyo would be like this.

Even the kids from the kindergarten next door wouldn't say the same thing as using clasped fists as a blunt weapon!

Is this person in front of me the Tokyo Detective? Is he a fake?

"Ah, uh, blood... uh..."

When Kogoro Maori thought of this, he couldn't help but touch his chin.

Because, although he did not get close to President Shimazu's body at that time, he only stood in the office for a while.

But he still smelled the smell of blood, and Xiaolan also described to him what President Shimazu looked like when he died.

That's why Kogoro Mori was able to deduce such an outrageous murder process.

However, a small setback would not make the great detective Maori retreat.

Uncle Maori's eyes turned, and he said tentatively

"Uh, maybe paper? Or something else? Anyway, it will be easy to dispose of after killing someone."

At this moment, Prosecutor Sugiura finally reacted.

This Tokyo Detective is complete nonsense.

A trial court is based on evidence; reasoning without evidence is just empty talk without any value.

However, the presiding judge seemed to believe it. It was really...how could a guy with such intelligence become the presiding judge.

"Hmm, after hearing what Detective Maori said, I remember that there seemed to be a lot of papers at the crime scene."

"For example, the [Second Phase Project Plan] that the deceased was reading before his death, and the company's [Account Book]..."

The presiding judge had a flash of inspiration, and he suddenly realized and spoke.

"Yes, there are so many pages in the account book. Just tear off a few pages, wrap them around your fist, and then commit the crime."

"Wouldn't it be easy to complete the murder method in this case?"

(This judge is mentally retarded...)

Gu Meimen shook his head, but it was a good thing that he was mentally retarded, otherwise he would not have won the last lawsuit he took on.

After all, not everyone would think that if a spectator rushed to the first row and cursed someone and was thrown out, he would have to pay 15 million.

From this perspective, this presiding judge is truly one in a million (silence).

However, thanks to Kogoro Mouri's nonsense, Kumimon noticed the key words.

Account book... Is there an account book on the scene?

Damn Prosecutor Sugiura and Shirai Nobuto, they didn't make any evidence public and had to force witnesses to let the secrets slip.

There may be room for further improvement on this point.

Moreover, Kogoro Mori also mentioned that he arrived at the top floor at 3 pm yesterday afternoon, but there was no surveillance record of this.

This is an opportunity to once again question the rationality and legitimacy of all the evidence obtained by Inspector Shirai.

(Hehe, no wonder Sonic started laughing when he saw Maori Kogoro coming on stage.)

(Although this great detective from Tokyo is not good at reasoning, he is really a lucky star.)

Kumimon had no idea how high the crime rate was in the places that Maori Kogoro had been to. He was still happy that he had found a new point of attack and argument.

On the other hand, Xiang Yuanguang no longer listened to Uncle Maori's "reasoning".

These things are naturally recorded by a beautiful girl (maybe a girl?) who has a good memory.

What he needed now was to look through the evidence provided by the police——————[Shimazu Zangyuan's autopsy report].

(A normal autopsy report will record the cause of death, time of death, and some special examination items.)

(Since the prosecution has already targeted Yamada Isamu and Kaga Ranmaru.)

(Could it be that the time of death in the autopsy report was really within those [three minutes]?)

Even Xiang Yuanguang couldn't think of a way to commit the crime and hide the murder weapon within three minutes at this moment.

Unless the murderer is really the unnamed Mr. Barry Allen in Central City on the set next door.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible before Yamada Isamu and Kaga Ranmaru entered the crime scene.

It is possible that after smashing Shimazu Zanggen to death, he hid the murder weapon and escaped from the sight of Yamada Isamu and Kaga Ranmaru.

Xiang Yuanguang opened the document bag and took out the autopsy report inside.

He was so excited just now, but now he looks embarrassed.

“What is this…?”

After hearing what Xiang Yuanguang said, Nanatsuki Koshimizu curiously pushed down her sunglasses and looked at the autopsy report.

Afterwards, his expression was almost exactly the same as Xiang Yuanguang's.

Because this autopsy report couldn't be any simpler.

The deceased was a male, who died from a blunt object hitting his head and died on the spot...

Then there is no valuable information.

"Does the Chitai police have no forensic doctor or what? Why do they write it like this? Who are they trying to fool?"

A tic-tac-toe pattern appeared on Xiang Yuanguang's face.

For the first time, he showed an unusually unfriendly and angry expression in court.

But what he didn't expect was that Nanatsuki Koshimizu next to him was not surprised. She put her sunglasses back on and said listlessly.

"This is not surprising, it's normal."

This... this is normal! ?

Xiang Yuanguang was horrified.

"You seem very surprised. As a lawyer specializing in criminal cases, don't you know this?"

The female detective explained casually.

"There are less than 150 official medical examiners in the entire country, and they are concentrated in major cities."

"There are no forensic doctors in small places. Usually, the work is done by the local police's forensic officers, or by students from nearby medical schools."

"Not every place has forensic doctors like those in Tokyo. The Ikedai area is not under the jurisdiction of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and they are not obligated to send forensic doctors to help."

"In this case, the forensic police officer wrote it directly. If they were not sure about the time of death, they would not write it and just let it go."

Nanatsuki Koshimizu put her hand on her speaker out of boredom, watching Kogoro Mori's reasoning performance, and couldn't help shaking her head.

"Well, this is how this country is. A police system that can't survive without detectives..."

Xiang Yuanguang was silent.

Well, according to his previous life, over 90% of unnatural deaths in this country were closed.

The police in Conan's world can catch the murderer only because of the existence of detectives.

For a moment, Xiang Yuanguang didn't know what to say.

The author has something to do today and has not written today's chapter yet. The next four chapters will be updated after six o'clock.

Chapter 111 Reversal of Illumination (11)

Uncle Maori and the presiding judge's words.

This not only inspired Kumimon in the defense seat, but also made Conan in the audience aware of it.

Because, last night, Xiang Yuanguang lifted him up to look at something on the table.

But I didn’t see any book like the [account book]. So, where did this account book come from?

Could it be that it was found somewhere in the office after Inspector Kengo Shirai cleared the area?

(Since the police submitted the account book as relevant evidence in this case, it must be because the account book is related to this case.)

(However, President Shimazu wasn't looking through the account book that night... There wasn't an account book on the desk.)

(How did the police conclude that the account book was related to the case?)

Conan started thinking while listening to the conversation between Uncle Maori and the presiding judge.

All the evidence and possible plots in this case flashed through his mind one by one.