Conan Rick's Investigator

Conan here has discovered other things these notes have in common.

"It seems like all these red T-shirts were bought after 12:28..."

"Really?!"

Mouri Kogoro quickly turned around and squatted on the ground to check. When he saw it, it was indeed the case.

Considering that these receipts all came from the Mika Department Store and were of the sports-type T-shirt type, it becomes clear why the bomber believed that the person who sent the red T-shirt was currently in the mall.

It's already past 1 p.m., and the person who bought the red T-shirt should have finished buying it.

Just ask the clerk selling the T-shirt to describe the characteristics of the buyer.

Amuro Toru immediately turned around and asked the store staff behind him, "Miss, do you know which counter sells this red T-shirt?"

The young lady was stunned for a moment, "Maybe it's at the sporting goods counter..."

"Take us there quickly!"

"Okay, okay, come this way please!"

The young lady walked in front, followed by Mouri Kogoro, Conan, and Amuro Toru.

When the onlookers saw that the incident seemed to have taken a new turn, they also followed him.

The elevator entrance, which was originally surrounded by crowds, was instantly reduced to a handful of onlookers.

Mao Lilan and Okiya Subaru, who is in a wheelchair, can only stay here because one is asked to look at these clothes and the other has limited mobility.

Just as the two were staring at the T-shirts in a daze, a tall figure came from behind and stood in front of a row of red T-shirts.

"Eh?"

Mao Li was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to stop this blond man wearing a black peaked cap.

While Mao Lilan was stunned, the blond man had already squatted down. He just glanced at the red T-shirts and started fiddling with them.

Chapter 1191 Rice Krispies Tradition——Old Unjust and False Cases

"Excuse me... could you..."

Ran Mao Li looked at the blond man who suddenly came over and fiddled with the red T-shirt, at a loss.

When she came to her senses and wanted to stop the stranger, Subaru Okiya from behind moved his wheelchair forward one meter and said in a low voice.

"Wait a minute, let's see what he's going to do first."

"Eh?"

Mao Lilan sounded a little confused. She didn't know how the two of them cooperated, but there was no reason to refuse.

In theory, as long as this person doesn't steal the red T-shirt here...

At this time, Qin Zhibo was squatting on the ground and had folded his clothes according to the creases on them.

Just now, when he was standing in the middle of the crowd and observing, he noticed with his excellent eyesight that these red T-shirts were not brand new.

All T-shirts have creases of different angles between the shoulders and sleeves, which are marks that appear when clothes are stacked for a long time.

But Mouri Kogoro said just now that these clothes were mailed out on the same day they were purchased at the mall, and were brand new shirts that had not been used.

Therefore, Qin Zhibo guessed that the prisoners made these creases intentionally, as if to convey some message.

It's just that he was standing in the middle of the crowd and couldn't see clearly the specific angle of each crease, nor could he give a warning.

But now Kogoro Mouri, Toru Amuro, and Conan have all gone to look for the counter selling these red T-shirts, which gives him the opportunity to verify his guess.

As the 13 red T-shirts on the ground were folded, the originally ordinary clothes were arranged into various strange gestures.

Qin Zhibo squinted his eyes slightly, feeling that these gestures should be regular, and he seemed to have seen these gestures somewhere.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he remembered where he saw it.

They are the flag soldiers often seen in anti-Japanese dramas!

The red T-shirts were arranged in a simplified, albeit somewhat abstract, version of the flag signalman's hand gestures.

It's a pity that Qin Zhibo doesn't understand Japanese flag language.

How to do it?

Qin Zhibo frowned and thought for a moment, then remembered that his [Secret Word Investigation] should be able to crack the code.

However, there are no survey points on these T-shirts now.

Could it be that the T-shirts are not placed in the correct order?

Qin Zhibo picked up the shopping receipts on the ground that matched the shirts one-to-one, and immediately discovered the mystery.

Sometimes these shirts are sent in one piece, sometimes in two pieces, probably because some sign languages ​​require the combination of two gestures.

Qin Zhibo rearranged them according to the time order and batch relationship on the shopping receipt, and the heart-warming white light spot appeared as expected.

【Secret Word Survey√】

[The content of the flag is ウメタノミタヨ]

ウメタノミタヨ……

I see you buried it.

Qin Zhibo rubbed his fingers with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Bury what?

It's probably that something bad was buried. Considering the geographical location, it's probably a corpse...

Then this sentence is clearly threatening the recipient.

No wonder the recipient chose to use the extreme method of threatening a bomb to find out the sender of the letter. This shows that this bomber does have something to hold on to.

But it is estimated that the sender did not have any solid evidence, otherwise he would not have just sent a T-shirt without directly stating his request or calling the police.

However, it is somewhat paradoxical that since the bomber did something shameful, he must not dare to entrust a famous detective.

Otherwise, even if the sender of these red T-shirts is found, the bad deeds done by him will be exposed.

In other words, the person who entrusted Moori Kogoro was probably not a bomber...

Qin Zhibo's eyes swept over these T-shirts and shopping receipts again, and a slight abnormality in the last receipt attracted his attention.

This small ticket...

He bent down and used his white gloves

Pick up the receipt and examine it carefully.

For just a moment, a smile appeared on his lips.

It turned out to be the case.

I understand!

Qin Zhibo put the shopping receipt back where it belonged, put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

When passing by Mao Lilan, he said to Mao Lilan in a Japanese accent.

"When the detectives return, tell them to keep an eye out for the snowy mountain accident that occurred on December 12th..."

"Also, the bomber is the 'lucky citizen' who was chosen as the ***."

Mao Lilan was stunned by these inexplicable words.

"Eh? What did you say?"

She wanted to ask further, but the blond man's figure flickered and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Okiya Subaru, who was sitting in the wheelchair, tilted his head slightly and slowly opened his squinted eyes.

……

On the other side, there is a sporting goods counter.

Amid the anticipation of the crowd, Kogoro Mouri asked the clerk who sold the red T-shirt for clues.

"You're the only one who sells this red T-shirt, and you're the only one selling it at this counter on Sundays, right?"

"Yes..." the clerk answered timidly.

"Then how could you possibly not remember that customer? Most people would have some sort of memory of him, right?"

"He's the same customer who comes here every week to buy the same things!"

Under Moori Kogoro's questioning, the clerk dodges his eyes and can only keep emphasizing that he really doesn't remember.

Amuro Toru stood beside the clothes rack with his hands in his pockets and asked with a smile, "So, did anyone come to buy this T-shirt at 12:28 today?"

The clerk shook his head innocently. "No, we didn't sell a single T-shirt today. Ms. Seta, the cashier, can attest to that..."

"Does this store have a separate cashier?"

"Yeah, Seta is over there..."

Toru Amuro and Conan looked in the direction of the clerk's finger and saw a slightly open door in the innermost compartment of the store. Behind the door stood a woman with freckles on her face.

When she heard the person here mention her name, Miss Seta lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly at the detectives.

Upon seeing this, Toru Amuro and Conan understood instantly, with a confident smile on their lips.

I see... x2

The sender has been found, and the next step is to figure out the relationship between the bomber and the sender.

"Well, since there are no clues here, let's go back."

Toru Amuro put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the store first.

Maori Kogoro was still a little hesitant, but Conan quickly grabbed Maori Kogoro's hand and said coquettishly: "Let's go back to Xiaolan sister quickly! Maybe there will be some new discoveries..."

……

Two detectives and a child led the vast team towards the elevator entrance.

Seeing that Mouri Kogoro still seemed to have no clue, the passers-by behind him were gradually becoming impatient.

"Isn't he a famous detective? Why hasn't the solution been solved for so long?"

"How long are you going to put it off until?"

"I think it's just a name for nothing..."

The gossip of the crowd inevitably reached Kogoro Mouri's ears.

This made Kogoro Mori feel both unhappy and a little aggrieved.

What can I do if my "other personality" doesn't appear?

At this time, the ordinary citizen uncle with a bomb strapped to his body followed him from the crowd. The passers-by next to him made way for him as if they saw filth.

The uncle walked up to Maori Kogoro and asked nervously, "Excuse me, Detective, have you found any clues?"

Maori Kogoro was already in a bad mood due to the ridicule of passers-by, and now the bomb uncle came up to him without any tact, making him even more upset.

I'm annoyed.

"Hello!"

"You bomb man, don't come near me if you have a bomb strapped to your body!"

This unintentional sentence revealed some secrets, which made Uncle Bomb lose his guard. He immediately pulled off his clothes and twisted them away, opening his mind to prove his innocence.

"I, I'm not the bomber you're talking about!"

"I'm just an ordinary, innocent citizen who had the bad luck to have a bomb strapped to my body!"

The moment the uncle untied his clothes, Toru Amuro's eyes immediately glanced at the bomb wrapped around his body.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

I go!

This "bomb" actually has no detonator?

As a public security policeman who was influenced by his friends from the police academy and was considered half a bomb disposal expert, Toru Amuro could see through the structure of the bomb at a glance.