The Black Detective of the Detective Conan World

Inspector Megure thought to himself, "That's it, this looks like a real killer," and took the handcuffs out again.

Naoto Hayashi pointed to the microphone and said, "Toxins were detected on this, and you just happened to sing a song before the deceased. You know that at every gathering, someone will definitely request the deceased's signature song. You just need to grab the microphone before that song."

"You didn't personally choose the deceased's signature song, which is your only way to clear your name. Unfortunately... you didn't pay attention to which song you sang. Not only was your voice off-key, but you were also unfamiliar with the lyrics."

"This is simply impossible for a member of a popular band. So this is your Shark Man project, am I right?"

Conan was eager to try again, wanting to refute the statement.

Naoto Hayashi's reasoning is too crude; the flaws are simply too obvious to look at, and it's complete nonsense!

She is definitely not the murderer!

The red-haired female guitarist suddenly knelt down, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Yes, it was me who killed him..."

Conan is dumbfounded again! Σ“(☉▽☉““

Girl! Are you crazy?! You confessed too? Are you as stupid as the drummer?!

What's wrong with you all? Why do you insist on taking the blame when you don't even have a shark?

Are you sent by God to mess with me?

Naoto Hayashi then looked at Conan and mouthed silently, "The second one."

Conan was furious; his face turned bright red.

He never imagined he would feel so humiliated in front of Naoto Hayashi, and what's more, it wasn't even that bastard's fault; it was the suspects who were sick!

Inspector Megure looked at the kneeling female guitarist, then at Naoto Hayashi, and thought to himself, "This time there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

That idiot drummer over there is still kneeling.

Two people have already knelt down.

This is truly the first time I've ever encountered such a fool who willingly confesses.

The killer's shark plan was also rather simple; he was intelligent, but not particularly clever.

Hmm... it doesn't quite match up with the other evidence either?

It's okay, it's okay, as long as the murderer confesses.

Lin Sang... no, Brother Lin, you're still alright.

He stepped forward again, ready to handcuff the man.

Naoto Hayashi laughed and stopped Inspector Megure.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just joking. You're not the real killer."

Red-haired female guitarist: ?

Inspector Megure: ?

Conan: !

Everyone else present: ???

Hey buddy, do you want to listen to what you're saying?

The person has already confessed, and you're saying this isn't the murderer?

What on earth are you doing?

Naoto Hayashi didn't give everyone time to get angry, and said directly, "If you are the murderer, then you're in conflict with that crucial piece of evidence. And once everyone sees that evidence, they'll know who the real murderer is!"

Inspector Megure was a little angry; this kid seemed to have surpassed his brother Mori by a wide margin.

That guy usually likes to accuse people of murder at will, you're even worse than him!

This kid doesn't deserve to be my little brother!

The red-haired female guitarist trembled as she pointed to herself and said, "So... I'm not the murderer either?"

I definitely poisoned the microphone!

I threw the medicine bottle in the outside trash can; it's easy to find with a quick search...

So how do you think I'm not the murderer?

Conan spoke again: "Huh...huh..."

Naoto Hayashi punched Conan, giving him a big bump and interrupting the spellcasting once again.

Conan grimaced, tears welling in his eyes.

Inspector Megure said with a dark face, "Lin-san, please stop joking and be serious. What other evidence do you have? Who is the murderer?"

Naoto Hayashi pointed to the last suspect.

"You're the murderer! Miss Manager!"

Chapter 81 Conan: Can I go back on my word?

The brown-haired female manager was very calm.

After undergoing two rounds of accusations from Naoto Hayashi, she knew it was her turn.

After all, there were only three suspects in total.

If two of them are "joking," then wouldn't you be the only one left?

So when she saw Naoto Hayashi pointing at her, the beautiful manager felt no longer uneasy.

This thing is like having a boot thrown from an upper floor in the middle of the night; if you only get one boot thrown, you'll always be on edge.

You feel relieved when both shoes have landed.

And judging from Hayashi Naoto's casual way of pointing fingers, would he also make a "joke" about me?

Seeing the bloody, distorted, and manipulative equipment, you think I'm the murderer? Then produce your evidence!

Naoto Hayashi smiled slightly and said, "The evidence... isn't it what you're wearing?"

"That coat that belonged to the deceased."

Inspector Megure was shocked, then his gaze sharpened as he said, "You moved the evidence from the crime scene without authorization?!"

The beautiful manager was startled and gritted her teeth, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about. This coat... didn't you test it? There are no toxins on it."

"Indeed, there are no toxins on the surface. However, the toxins are actually located on the inside, in the elbow area inside the left sleeve."

Naoto Hayashi looked at her and said, "The victim was wearing this poisoned jacket, which caused the poison to get on his left elbow. Then, when he was singing, he made a gesture of hugging his elbow, and the poison got to his hand. Finally, he used his hand to eat something..."

Inspector Megure suddenly realized, "I see. So the cause of death was indeed not the poison on the microphone."

Seeing that the beautiful manager still refused to confess, Naoto Hayashi continued to deliver the fatal blow.

“You now only have two arguments: either say you wore the wrong coat and mistook it for your own, or insist that it was your own coat and that the toxin was just an accidental contamination.”

The beautiful manager looked at Naoto Hayashi in disbelief; that was indeed what she thought.

“It’s a pity…” Lin Zhiren looked at her with some pity, “Haven’t you noticed yet? This coat is too big for you…”

The beautiful manager was struck dumb.

Then everyone noticed that her coat was indeed very large and didn't fit her at all.

However, everyone's attention was focused on the deceased, and no one paid attention to this irrelevant little thing.

Thump!

The beautiful manager knelt down, shouting hoarsely, "That's right! It was me who killed him!"

Conan: Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Naoto Hayashi looked at Conan and continued mouthing the words silently: 'The third one.'

Conan cracked.

At this moment, everyone else's expression was: Oh, another one has been forced to kneel.

All three suspects knelt down.

Today was truly an eye-opening day.

The beautiful manager began to reveal her reasons for being a "shark": "For this jerk, I got plastic surgery and gave up my original career to be his manager... and in return, he calls me ugly every day, and now he even wants to disband the band and go solo..."

Seeing that her love life and career were both ruined, she decided to kill him.

Inspector Megure, handcuffed, wanted to step forward, but was afraid that Naoto Hayashi would say, "Are you kidding me?"

He looked back at Lin Zhiren and, seeing that he had finally stopped making any unnecessary moves, breathed a sigh of relief and handcuffed the real culprit.

Today's case has been full of twists and turns, and it has really given him a lot of trouble.

too tired.

I never realized before how much trouble Mori's little helper could cause!

Is it because Mori-kun usually keeps him in check?

While he was still feeling melancholy, Lin Zhiren had already quietly taken the benefits.

The soul of the deceased has a slightly sweet mango flavor and tastes excellent.

The merit of capturing the murderer has been credited, but this time no one else shared the credit; it was all Lin Zhiren's own deduction, and he alone claimed all the credit.

Inspector Megure took the murderer away, and the other two, a sunglasses-wearing drummer and a red-haired guitarist, were also taken to the Metropolitan Police Department to assist in the investigation.

The main reason is that their previous performance was too suspicious.

However, Naoto Hayashi didn't say anything more.

If the police can find out anything, that's a test of their skill; if they can't find anything, there's no loss, since the real culprit has been caught.

The gathering ended early.

Sonoko was so angry that she bit her fingernails.

I've been having a run of bad luck lately. It seems like every time I meet up with Zhiren, something happens to involve a murder case...

Perhaps it's because Beika Town has bad feng shui?

Let's stick to the plan and invite Naoto to the ski villa, somewhere a bit further away from Beika Town.

Sonoko finally got into the luxury car sent by her family and went home.

Naoto Hayashi then took Ran and Conan and took a taxi back to the office.

Xiao Lan sighed in the car, feeling that the band was playing a strange and unpleasant tune.

Conan, on the other hand, has fallen into a state of withdrawal, which seems to be a way of escaping reality.

I lost a bet to that bastard Naoto Hayashi, this is bad!

He thought he would never lose, which is why he agreed to that outrageous bet.

He even has a sense of accomplishment in helping people turn back from the brink of disaster and reform their ways.

But they lost...

It's over!

Does this mean we'll really have to join that bastard in scaring suspects from now on?

Extorting money from innocent people?

That's a crime!

My name is Detective Shinichi Kudo. Even if I die here or jump out of a car, I will never be an accomplice to evil!

So in the end, it all came back to the betting.

What to do? What to do?

Can I reimburse the debt?

Conan's hair is turning white from worry.

Upon arriving at the office, Conan didn't even greet Naoto Hayashi before silently fleeing back upstairs.

Lin Zhiren pretended not to see it, said goodbye to Xiaolan, and went home.

As for Conan, there will be plenty of opportunities to slowly mold him in the future.