I'm in Conan, but I'm in Ace Attorney

"…Then, may I ask why Takezawa Teruo allowed Kyujuku Motoyasu to enter his room?"

"He even hid it from his magic assistant, so how could he let a sponsor see his magic props?"

Xiang Yuanguang, who already knew the answer to the question, asked it at this moment.

As a lawyer, his testimony is meaningless, but the testimony of a witness is different.

As expected, Takezawa Haruhiko said directly.

"Because my brother said before he died that Jiujiu Yuankang was like his teacher and taught him a lot."

"Plus, the magic show was also partially organized with the help of Jiujiu Motoyasu."

"He asked Kujuku Motoyasu to come into his room to chat. Is there anything strange about that?"

This time, the presiding judge can confirm the case without having to speak to Yuan Guang.

Some of Takezawa Teruo's magic was taught by Kyujuku Motoyasu.

The last person to appear in the magic room before Teruo Takezawa was killed was Motoyasu Kyujuku.

Takezawa Teruo did not shy away from letting Kyujuku Motoyasu look at his magic props...

No matter how you look at it, Jiujiu Yuankang is fully suspected of committing the crime, and he may even be the only suspect.

Combined with the special evidence previously presented to Yuan Guang, the presiding judge believed that the sentence could be lowered.

But before the presiding judge struck the gavel, Xiang Yuanguang raised his hand to stop him.

"Wait... until the Yokoyama Yuki case twelve years ago is reversed?"

The bald old man's face was full of surprise.

It's rare to see Xiang Yuanguang so carefree and confident.

He is usually either bluffing or frowning. Has he found a way out of the impasse now?

"Of course, I have found a foolproof way to end this."

Xiang Yuanguang answered affirmatively, and next to him appeared the figure of the genius magician Yokoyama Yuki. The genius magician stroked his chin and looked at the photo taken by Miyoshi Mako.

He couldn't help but shake his head, then shook his head again, put his hand on his forehead, and sighed.

"Hey, I'm unlucky too. Why did the photos I took turn out like this?"

"I didn't even capture the shadow of Kujuku Motoyasu."

The hedgehog-head's gaze shifted to the backstage photos of that time.

Then, his expression froze and he nodded in agreement.

Indeed, in the photo taken by Miyoshi Mako, there is not even a shadow of Kyujuku Motoyasu.

But Xiang Yuanguang also knew why this was the case.

"…At the time, Miyoshi Mako was only eight years old, so it was great that she was able to take a photo."

"He's not some kid who's as tall as me at eight years old."

The Hedgehog-head muttered, taking the entire photo into his mind.

The photo taken by eight-year-old Miyoshi Mako is divided into two parts down the middle.

One is the interior of a room with magic props and a clock hanging on the wall.

The other one is a vacant magic backstage with a door in the distance.

(If Miyoshi Mako believes that this photo can prove that Jiujiu Yuankang is guilty.)

(So ​​this photo of her when she was eight years old is a photo of Hiroki Yokoyama?)

Xiang Yuanguang subconsciously placed his hand on his chin.

Hiroki Yokoyama next to him seemed to be able to see his confusion and shook his head.

"This is not my room, but another magician's room...well, it should be the Miracle Magic Group's."

"If this room is the Miracle Magic Group's room, then the door in the distance is my room."

The door in the distance is your room—only you can recognize it.

Xiang Yuanguang shook his head, remaining pessimistic about the message this photo could convey.

"Anyway, I'll leave this to you. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention it."

"My boss and magic assistant helped me get my magic props. I was giving a speech on the stage at that time."

"So, the information that this photo can provide you... you have to ask them."

"Oh, one more thing..."

Yokoyama Hiroki's voice gradually became quieter.

"...Mr. Xiang Yuan, just do your best and don't feel any psychological burden."

The soul of the last genius magician, Hiroki Yokoyama, also disappeared at this moment.

However, the magatama worn by Xiang Yuanguang was still shining.

Perhaps the soul represented is Jiujiu Yuankang, who is still in the dock with an increasingly grim expression.

[Xiang Yuan, it sounds like you have already reached the case of Yokoyama Yuki? ]

[I don’t know why, but the door in the far corner of that photo looks a bit strange.]

[The lock on the door... is crooked, as if someone had put it there in a hurry.]

Conan's voice came through the headphones.

When this was mentioned, Xiang Yuanguang's eyebrows jumped.

The door in the distance? The lock on the door? How many pixels are there that you can actually see?

Although I knew from the first time we met that each of you detectives has a magnifying glass.

But now the situation is really a bit too outrageous...

[Of course, that is not the most important thing. What is important is the layout of the Miracle Magic Group's room.]

Don’t you think it’s too neat?

Too neat...is there something weird about it?

Xiang Yuanguang's fingers subconsciously touched his chin, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

If the stage photos and flyers only prove that Jiujiu Yuankang was there, he might know that he didn't have to perform.

Then, plus the magic props that were neatly arranged in the room and had never been moved...

This point can be firmly confirmed. All that is left is to give evidence that Jiujiu Yuankang committed the crime...

"Sanhao Mazi, may I ask, when was this photo taken?"

"No, I'm not asking about the specific time. I'm asking...how long after Jiujiu Yuankang left did you take the photo?"

In the witness stand, Asako Miyoshi hummed softly, then spoke hesitantly.

"It was probably about ten minutes after Jiujiu Yuankang left that I realized he had run away."

"Then I leaned against the door and looked outside. When I didn't see anyone, I leaned against the other door and took pictures."

Is it about ten minutes after Ninety-Nine Yuankang left? The timetable on the wall says eight forty-five.

That is to say, Jiujiu Yuankang left the Miracle Magic Troupe's room at 8:35.

But what does this time correspond to?

Xiang Yuanguang's finger gently touched his forehead.

However, there was no need to think, as someone answered the question immediately.

"That means he left when the third-to-last magician was performing a trick."

"According to the magic schedule at that time, 9 o'clock in the evening was the performance time for Jiujiu Yuankang."

"Then, at 8:45 it is the intermission time when the third-to-last magician finishes his performance."

The owner of magic venue A stood up and said.

Looking quite weathered, he stared at Sanhao Mazi and spoke thoughtfully.

"During the intermission, the curtain will be drawn on the stage, and then Hiroki Yokoyama will give a speech on the stage."

"The magic assistant and I will go backstage to get the props for the next magic show at that time."

"I saw a sneaky girl in the corridor, and it turned out to be you."

"I also reminded you that if you take photos backstage and other magicians see you, you might get scolded."

Then, the time when the photo was taken can be determined.

But just in case, I still have to ask one more question——————

"Is his magic room locked? Has anyone else entered his room?"

Hedgehog Head asked, standing next to the evidence table.

The thinking of the owner of magic venue A was indeed misled.

He thought about the vague Yokoyama Hiroki twelve years ago, and then spoke uncertainly.

"I don't remember this clearly, but I remember that Yuki was a person who loved life and was very energetic."

"And he does things in an orderly manner, even the locks on the doors are properly locked."

The magic assistant next to him nodded, agreeing with his boss's idea.

"Yes, even his toothbrush is placed in the same place, which makes me think he has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"As far as I can remember, Yuuki himself checked once that morning."

"The door was never opened until my boss and I went to pull out the bed of nails."

pat.

Xiang Yuanguang snapped his fingers, then turned his hand and pointed to the backstage photo.

"Then, the last magician accident case can also get a final result."

The Hedgehog Head calmly pointed at the clock in the Miracle Magic Group's room.

"The time in the room was 8:45, which is consistent with what the witness said."

"That means there are only fifteen minutes until Jiujiu Motoyasu's performance, but the boxes in the room are closed."

"So Jiujiu Motoyasu himself did not take out the magic props for the performance before this."

"Even with only fifteen minutes to prepare, he didn't come back to organize the magic props."

"Combining the photos and flyers from the performance, he knew he wouldn't be on stage."

"And the reason is that he modified the Bed of Nails magic prop during this period."

Enlarge, enlarge, and enlarge the image of the photo.

There is a lock on the blurred door in the photo.

"The evidence is on this lock. Yokoyama Yuki himself has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so how could he put the lock crookedly?"

"Unless the person who put up the lock was not Yokoyama Yuki, but someone else."

"Due to time constraints, this person was in a hurry to lock the door and leave, so he neglected to restore the lock to its original state."

Xiang Yuanguang spoke with certainty, and his words were directed at Jiujiu Yuankang who was standing behind the defendant's seat. He said seriously.

"This person is Jiujiu Motoyasu. It takes time for him to modify the Death Bed of Nails, but he only has ten minutes. It's not that he intentionally avoided Miyoshi Mako, but that he only has this much time to act."

"When the third-to-last magician was performing, Yokoyama Yuki and his magic assistant were watching from the front desk, while the boss was watching the performance from a space high up. The other magicians had already left at this time."

"That is to say, there is almost no one backstage who would hinder Jiujiu Yuankang's actions during this period of time, and at 8:45, which is the stipulated curtain call time, the magic assistant and the boss will come to get the props."

"But Jiujiu Yuankang must reserve some time for himself. He can't really leave in ten minutes. Therefore, he is connecting the four leather handcuffs of the magic nail bed with thin ropes and then gluing them together with magic glue."

"Then use the thin rope to wrap it in a specific way under the death nail bed and install the fine mechanism... All these tasks will take at least eight minutes, or even nine minutes, so Jiujiu Yuankang modified the props."

"I left the room directly, and I didn't think I had enough time. In a hurry, I ignored the padlock and just locked it before leaving. Then I went directly to the backstage through other exits to watch the performance under the stage."

The hedgehog-headed man tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers, then spread his hands.