Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

She looked at the forensic personnel who were examining her belt and said, "My belt is obviously not the murder weapon. The pattern is different. Can I have it back? My pants are about to fall down."

The belt she was wearing had a subtle patterned print, and it was double-sided, so it clearly didn't match.

As she spoke, she rather ungracefully pulled up her pants.

That's the good thing about wearing a mask; you don't have to care about your image and can let loose.

The forensic team looked at Inspector Megure, who nodded.

The belt is new, with no creases, no damage to the leather, and the pattern doesn't match, so it's definitely not a murder weapon.

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on the other two items; the pattern on the other male suspect's belt matched.

As for that shoulder bag, its bag is made of woven plastic and has no leather texture at all.

Could the murderer be that man?

He looked at the male suspect.

The police were questioning him at that moment.

"I was just too lazy to go to the toilet, so I came to this corner to pee to save time..."

The man blushed with embarrassment, but despite the condemning looks from those around him, he forced himself to continue, "I was only there for half a minute. I didn't pay attention to the exact time, but I assure you, I really didn't kill him, and I didn't see any body!"

Ran Mouri's lips twitched. There's a restroom right in the gym, why doesn't he use it? What an inconsiderate man!

However, the man must have arrived after she left; she didn't smell anything when she made the call.

If you smell it again now, there is indeed a faint smell of urine in the surrounding area.

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on the female suspect who seemed least like the murderer.

She twisted her fingers, her gaze occasionally drifting to the corpse before quickly looking away. She was clearly very nervous, but she tried her best to control her facial expressions, resulting in a very tense expression.

Chapter 289 This is a big step she has taken

Ran Mouri carefully observed the woman.

The woman was about the same age as the deceased, and she had delicate nail polish on her hands that looked very similar to the deceased's.

But at this point, several nail plates on his hand were gone.

The forensic team is examining the woman's bag, a sporty shoulder bag with a considerable capacity. In addition to items such as keys and a wallet, it also contains some alcohol wipes.

This capacity is large enough to fit a belt inside.

She stayed in a corner for about three or four minutes, again using making a phone call as an excuse, and even showed me her call log.

However, when the police tried to contact them, no one answered the phone.

During questioning by the police, she also said that she did not know the deceased and had never seen the deceased.

More specifically, investigating the deceased and their interpersonal relationships is not something that can be done in a short period of time.

Ran Mouri looked down at Conan, whose expression was calm and confident, as if he already knew who the murderer was.

Ran Mouri kept recalling the key points of the reasoning in her mind.

Every detective has a different way of solving a case.

Without exception, they all possessed exceptional observational skills.

They can reconstruct the entire course of a case in their minds by examining various traces and details at the crime scene, and discover things that are not easily noticed by ordinary people.

So what did Conan discover?

Ran Mouri continued her meticulous observations, not only of the suspects but also by constantly reenacting the crime in her mind based on the information she already knew.

The murderer likely looped the belt into a ring, placed it around the victim's neck from behind, and then pulled hard on both ends.

Leather belts are not easy to bear force and are easy to slip. If you don't have absolute strength, it's best to wrap them around your hand once or twice.

Under such forceful pulling, the palms will turn an abnormal red, and the nail polish on the nails will easily break off.

But now more than half an hour has passed, and even if your hand is red, it should have recovered by now.

That leaves only the nail clippers that have fallen off.

"Did you find any nail clippings that fell off the body's fingers?" she asked the forensic personnel.

The forensic team members were used to being asked all sorts of questions. Although the person in front of them had been listed as a suspect, the belt on his body had cleared him of suspicion.

"Only five pieces were found; one piece is still missing."

Ran Mouri glanced at the few nail polish pieces in the evidence bag.

The problem was immediately apparent.

She picked up the photos of the crime scene taken by the police and looked at them again.

Several inconspicuous armor plates were scattered around, some flying quite far away, while others were right next to the corpse.

These plates are not very noticeable and can easily be stepped on if you are not careful.

Because it's meant to be stuck to the nail, the nail tip has adhesive on it, and if it gets stepped on, it can easily stick to your shoe.

Ran Mouri's gaze fell on the woman's shoes.

These are sneakers with a sole that's about 3cm high. There's a groove at the arch of the foot, and it looks like there's something stuck to it, giving it a fleshy pinkish hue.

All right.

The murderer has been identified, and the evidence is available.

Ran Mouri smiled, a genuine smile of confidence.

Without any prompting or help from anyone, she solved a case on her own and found the murderer.

This is a big step for her.

The sense of accomplishment and pride it brings is unparalleled.

Conan looked at the man in front of him and realized that this man had figured out the case.

This case is not complicated; anyone with a little thinking ability and observation skills can figure out who the murderer is.

He then looked at Amuro Tooru.

After asking the man a few questions, Amuro Tooru didn't say anything more, didn't participate in the investigation, and his face showed no emotion.

Ran Mouri pretended that the two people's gazes and stares did not exist.

With each body swap, she became increasingly adept at playing the role of Qingze.

Moreover, wearing a mask now makes me even more relaxed.

She looked at the woman and said:

"Madam, could you please lift your foot so I can see your shoe?"

The woman, who was answering the police's questions, paused for a moment, as if realizing something, and stiffly raised her foot under everyone's gaze.

There was a nail polish piece stuck to the arch of her shoe.

Ran Mouri took out a handkerchief and used it to remove the nail plate.

"Can you tell me why there are pieces of the deceased's nail on your shoes?"

Ran Mouri looked at her with a smile, and the young man in everyone's eyes had an air of certainty and confidence that he had seen through everything.

The woman was sweating profusely, but she had not given up struggling.

"This...this is my own. I was wondering why I couldn't find it. Turns out it was here."

“That’s not right.” Ran Mouri grabbed her hand and compared the nail plates on her hand with those on the handkerchief.

"Although they look very similar, they are not the same pair."

The nail plates on the deceased's hands were flesh-colored, and each plate had a different pattern drawn in fine detail.

The woman's nail polish was also a flesh-pink color. Although they looked very similar at first glance, the patterns and styles were different.

Moreover, the sizes of the armor plates are also different.

The deceased's fingernails were larger, and he wore size M nail tips, but the murderer's were size S.

The size wasn't obvious, and it was only thanks to her previous experience wearing nail extensions that it was easily overlooked.

Without explaining her reasoning or recounting the details of the case, Ran Mouri only pointed out this one fact.

Everyone knows that the case is closed.

The only person who could have stepped on the armor plates that fell off the victim during their struggle was the murderer.

Moreover, one of the armor plates in the murderer's possession had already been placed in the evidence bag along with the victim's armor plate.

The case is solved if the belt the murderer hid as the murder weapon is found nearby.

The belt was found shortly afterward.

Weeping, kneeling, repenting.

Ran Mouri watched quietly as this scene, which she had seen countless times before, was replayed. Unusually, she felt no empathy or sadness, but rather annoyance.

She has lost count of how many times this has happened.

Murder is too easy, so easy that it seems to come without any consequences.

These murderers acted swiftly on their murderous thoughts, seemingly without any moral struggle.

They weren't repenting for the murder; they were just crying because they knew they were going to be arrested.

Without listening to the seemingly joking reason for the murder, and ignoring Amuro Tooru who was watching him intently, she walked away with a somewhat disgusted expression.

Amuro Tooru watched him leave without stopping him.

The name Maeda Hajime is definitely fake, and his identity is self-evident.

He had clearly not intended to investigate the case before, but after he asked to see the communication records, he took the initiative to get involved and start looking for the murderer.

Was it because he was on the phone with Ran Mouri at the time? Did he not want Ran Mouri to know that he was pretending to be someone else?

Perhaps he should visit Ran Mouri at the infirmary and subtly inquire about her situation.

Chapter 290 The price wasn't high enough

Conan looked at Maeda Hajime's retreating figure, then at Amuro Tooru, and asked:

"Mr. Amuro, is there anything special about that person?"

After noticing that Amuro Tooru's attitude towards Maeda Hajime was different, he also began to observe the man.

This man must have handled some cases before and knows not to touch the evidence directly with his hands.

He has excellent observation skills.

It even pointed out that the nail polish size on the deceased's hand was different from that of the murderer.

He didn't even notice this at first.

Unfortunately, this kind of thing involving women's nail art touched on a blind spot in his knowledge.

However, this Maeda Hajime shouldn't be a detective. What detective wouldn't explain their reasoning?

They weren't even very curious about the killer's motives, and left immediately after revealing who the killer was.

Could it be someone from the Black Organization?

Amuro Tooru looked down at him and smiled.

"nothing."

……

As she walked out of the school gate, Ran Mouri picked up her phone and sent a message to Aoze.

[Mr. Qingze, why do you think people can kill so easily?]

She witnessed Qingze's first murder.

That was a desperate counterattack.

His hands were trembling, his eyes were filled with tears, and his heart was aching.