No one understands the laws of Collider better than me.

Ai pressed down her hair, which was ruffled by the sea breeze, and gazed at the fishing boats in the distance.

Vermouth then took out her skincare set and applied the sea breeze-infused skincare products to Ai's face.

After Ayumi said, "I want one too," Vermouth smiled and applied it to her.

At this moment, three people came out of the captain's cabin. They were the fishing enthusiasts that the doctor had asked for. In addition to these three, there was one other person who stayed in the captain's cabin.

Upon seeing the number four, Kitahara Masaki suppressed the urge to sigh; he was already thinking about how to solve the case later.

"The children are very excited. Let's have a competition to see who can catch more fish by noon. If you beat me, I'll give you some of my homemade bento boxes."

The only woman among the three, Shirane Hitomi, saw the children enthusiastically discussing what kind of fish they would catch later, and smiled as she encouraged them with food.

"Bento dishes?"

When Genta heard that there was something delicious to eat, his attention was immediately drawn to it.

"These are homemade crab croquettes. We fishing enthusiasts all make our own bento boxes."

"Haha, yes, the bento boxes that Hitomi makes are one of the reasons why I can keep coming to go fishing. As expected of a fisherman's daughter, the ingredients from the sea are turned into delicacies in your hands. We are so lucky to be able to eat the dishes made by such a beautiful woman."

"I'm a tall, thin middle-aged man named Jin Gufeng," he said with a smile, casually holding up the bento box in his hand.

"Mr. Jin Gu, please don't joke around. I'm almost forty years old, what kind of beauty am I? If we're talking about beauties, then of course it has to be Miss Evelyn, who graced us with her presence to go fishing this time."

Ok?

Vermouth was suddenly called by name. She combed her silver hair, which had been blown by the sea breeze, behind her ears and turned to look at everyone. The sun had just risen, and golden rays shone on her profile. This scene, which resembled a painting, left everyone on the deck in awe.

Besides Kitahara Masaki, he leaned on the railing, yawning and gazing at the distant sea. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he asked the three fishing enthusiasts:

"Could you please give us some pointers on how to fish? It's our first time fishing."

After a long silence, Shirane Hitomi was the first to react and replied:

“You can ask Mr. Ida in the captain’s cabin. Unlike the three of us who are just fishing enthusiasts, he is an active fisherman with extensive experience at sea.”

"Haha, yeah, last time I saw his net catch was more than all the fish I've caught in all these years. After that, I also want to catch a big fish."

The last of the three fishing enthusiasts, a chubby middle-aged man named Taishi Eguchi, lamented the vast difference between professional fishermen and ordinary anglers.

Everyone returned to the topic of fishing, and soon the fishing boats arrived at their fishing spot for the day—an open breakwater.

"Hmm, is it really possible to catch fish in a place like this?"

Yuan Tai was a little worried, because he had come here today hoping to catch a big fish.

"Of course! The breakwater is a man-made structure. To the fish, it's like a hotel with restaurants. There will definitely be a lot of fish gathering here."

"Oh no! We only brought this small refrigerator with us. What if it doesn't fit everything?"

"Yes, it seems we underestimated ourselves."

"Don't worry, if there's not enough room, I'll make sure to eat all the extra fish."

While the children discussed whether they could catch fish and how many, the three fishing enthusiasts had already chosen their spot and started preparing bait and other supplies. Meanwhile, the fisherman, Mr. Ida, had sailed back, leaving only Kitahara Masaki and his group, along with the three fishing enthusiasts, on the breakwater.

Unlike Shirane Hitomi and Kanaya Mine, the chubby middle-aged man, Eguchi Taishi, nimbly jumped onto the breakwater near the breakwater. Then, unlike the others, he sat on the somewhat unstable breakwater, set up a fishing rod nearby, and started fishing in less than five minutes.

"Wow! Uncle Jiang Jue, aren't you afraid of danger?"

"Haha, he's always been like this. That place has practically become his personal seat. But he only started doing it after he got used to it. Besides, he's an adult who can swim, so you can't imitate his movements."

Hitomi Shirane explained to the surprised trio of elementary school students, and then reminded them of the 'bet' between them regarding the bento dishes.

Unlike the others who were thinking about fishing, Kitahara Masaki and Vermouth both turned off their phones. This was a place far from the city, on a breakwater where they wouldn't be disturbed by unwanted people.

Kitahara Maki slowly began his preparations, and as he looked up at the sun overhead, he couldn't help but sigh:

"The weather is lovely today."

"But it's not suitable for fishing."

Conan, that brat, was trying to show off his little bit of knowledge again, and Kitahara Masaki, to give him face, asked:

"why?"

"When the weather is good, the seawater is clearer than usual, and the fish in the water are naturally more wary and less likely to bite. So it's better to fish on cloudy days or when it's drizzling."

"Hmm... but it doesn't matter to me whether I catch anything or not, the key is that this weather is perfect for sleeping."

After taking out a folding stool and sitting down, I placed the fishing rod directly on the stand next to me.

Kitahara Masaki picked up his hat and covered his face, then began to catch up on sleep.

Vermouth did the same; after Ai said something, she leaned on Kitahara Masaki's shoulder and fell asleep.

The elementary and high school students were stunned. It turned out that these two people were just catching up on sleep.

However, Professor Agasa understood. He touched his bald patch and thought about the taste of the fish in this area...

He still chose to go fishing.

The 200th octopus didn't catch anything, and the person disappeared instead.

While Kitahara Masaki and Mitsuhiko were sleeping, Mitsuhiko caught a mackerel, while the others still had no catches.

Around noon, Kitahara Masaki, who had been woken up, stretched comfortably. Vermouth also stood up. After looking at their still fishing rods, the two went over to Conan and asked him what had happened. They discovered that Conan, who had a lot of fishing experience, had also caught nothing. The other three fishing enthusiasts were in the same boat. It turned out that Mitsuhiko had won the 'bet'. As agreed, Shirane Hitomi gave Mitsuhiko a creamy crab croquette, which made Genta very hungry. Mitsuhiko couldn't resist and had to share a piece with him.

Since the fishing boat wouldn't come to pick everyone up until the afternoon, everyone returned to their seats after lunch, hoping that the fish would come out to eat just like them.

"Ah, I think I caught one."

Kitahara Masaki watched as the fishing rod on the support began to sway, slowly wrestling with the fish, and then suddenly lifted the fish that had taken the bait into the air.

"Hahaha!!!"

Everyone around him paid close attention to Kitahara Masaki's actions, and in the end, all he caught was a small fish that hadn't fully grown yet.

"Sigh, even the small fish have taken the bait."

Just as Kitahara Masaki was about to throw it back into the water, Conan suddenly said:

"Brother Kitahara, before you put the fish back in the water, you should put your hands in ice water to cool them down, because human body temperature is still relatively high for fish. If you hold it like this, it will weaken."

oh oh--

Kitahara Masaki nodded, having learned something new. Unfortunately, he hadn't caught anything all afternoon after catching that small fish, and just then, the fishing boat arrived.

After seeing the fishing boat arrive to pick them up, everyone started packing their things, except for Taiji Ezo, who remained seated on the breakwater.

"Mr. Jiang Jue, are you going back with me?"

"Ah, he usually fishes until very late. I remember he never wanted to go home until 10 o'clock at the latest."

"Haha, yes, Mr. Jiang Jue is different from us. You could say he's extremely passionate about fishing."

When he heard the fisherman and his friend say this, Kitahara Masaki rubbed his temples and sighed.

"what happened?"

Vermouth was somewhat puzzled, but Kitahara Masaki immediately explained:

“Evelyn, you must remember that the number 'four' is a number that symbolizes the devil. Just like this time we just met four strangers, but now something must have happened—just like that Mr. Jiang Jue who is not moving is probably dead.”

What?!

Everyone was shocked when they heard Kitahara Masaki's words. Conan immediately rushed forward and went to Mr. Eguchi, who had been facing away from everyone.

"Mr. Jiang Jue! Mr. Jiang Jue! Answer me quickly!"

After Conan turned him around, he lay down directly on the breakwater block.

"Kitahara-nii! He's still alive!"

what!

This time, it was Kitahara Masaki who was greatly surprised. This guy had actually survived the murder in the world of Detective Conan!

"His lips have gradually turned purple, his blood is lacking oxygen, and he can't breathe, but his heartbeat is still normal. It is very likely that he has been poisoned by neurotoxins."

He had barely finished speaking when he began preparing to give Mr. Jiang Jue a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

"Wait! Use this."

Kitahara Masaki took out a small oxygen cylinder and an oxygen mask from his backpack and put them on Mr. Jiangjue, who was unable to breathe.

"When you're giving someone first aid, do you ever think about what would happen if the nerve agent went in through their mouth?"

Conan shuddered, but he didn't regret it, because for him, human life was at stake.

"Hmm... Professor Agasa, why don't you and Mr. Fisherman take Mr. Jiangjue to the hospital first? This oxygen tank can last for at least half an hour, so there's no rush."

Kitahara Masaki instructed Conan to immediately take a picture of Mr. Egoki, while he began to observe Mr. Egoki.

My left wrist looked like it had been hooked by something, and there was also some glue residue on the cuff.

After observing for a few minutes, Kitahara Masaki had the fisherman take away the victim who had miraculously survived. Looking at the remaining two fishing enthusiasts, Kitahara Masaki said:

"You two should stay, because the prisoner is one of you two."

"The onset of this kind of neurotoxin is relatively quick, so only the people sitting on either side of the victim have the opportunity to administer the poison."

Kitahara Masaki watched as Conan chimed in, then thought for a moment that this was essentially a contest between a detective and a murderer, so he, as a police officer, was too lazy to get involved. After all, there was no one watching, and he wasn't interested in this kind of deduction game. He sat down on a small stool with Vermouth, indicating that Conan could do whatever he wanted.

"Oh, it seems you trust this little detective quite a bit."

"Yes, he's blessed with destiny; he's a born detective. Today is my day off, and I really don't want to solve the case. Since there's a detective who can do it for me, why not give it to him?"

Seeing that Conan seemed to have a flash of inspiration from something, Kitahara Masaki knew that the case should be solved.

“I think the murderer deliberately let Mr. Jiang’s fishing line get tangled with his own, and when Mr. Jiang tried to untangle it, he gently pulled, and the fishhook coated with neurotoxin snagged Mr. Jiang’s hand.”

"But the poison on the fishhook should be washed away after soaking in seawater for a while."

“That’s right, but we also found glue on Mr. Jiang’s sleeve. Glue is not needed when fishing, which means it was left by the murderer’s method. The murderer probably mixed poison into the glue, then applied the glue to the fishhook, and after the glue dried, put it in the seawater. When the glue dissolved, their fishing lines got tangled.”

Both fishing enthusiasts burst into laughter and said:

"How could the timing be so perfect? ​​Whether it was a little earlier or a little later, the poisoned fishhook wouldn't have hurt Mr. Jiang Jue. Could it be that the murderer was just that lucky?"

Conan was already in character, and through the reflection in his glasses, he said:

"Of course not, the murderer's fishing line had more than one hook! There should have been multiple hooks on the murderer's fishing line, each coated with different thicknesses of toxic glue. That's why Mr. Jiang Jue has more than one hook wound on his left arm."

So who is the murderer?