Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 153 Change Now!
Bai Shu uncovered a corner of the notebook, looked to the side, and saw Mori Kogoro leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed half a meter away, already in a deep sleep.

Conan ran to hide behind the sofa, and soon, the voice of "Moori Kogoro" came, "I finally know who the murderer is."

Everyone looked at him in shock, "Who is it?"

"Mori Kogoro" hummed and laughed twice, "It's you—Miss Kaori Nakahara!"

"Huh?? Are you drunk?" Kaori Nakahara took out the shopping list and threw it in front of his face, "That convenience store is far away, and it takes 40 minutes to go back and forth! Where do I have the time to run? To kill?"

"Where's your receipt?"

"...When the clerk asked me if I wanted a receipt, I lost my mind and refused."

"Then how much did you spend on these snacks?"

"Who has nothing to remember these things! What do you want to say?"

Bai Shu took the notebook off his face, and answered slowly:
"When I saw you at the gate of the villa for the first time, I accidentally glanced at your car - there seemed to be two paper bags full of things under your rear seat."

"Then... so what's the matter, don't allow me to have so much luggage!" Nakahara Kaori's face was ugly.

Conan also abruptly walked away.

At that time, the eyes of normal people would be attracted by the moving Kaori Nakahara, but Shiroki still cared about looking at the back seat of her car...

If this kind of talent gave up being a detective because of psychological shadow, it would be a loss to the detective world.

He paused for two seconds with complicated emotions, and rearranged his language:

"Luggage? Nope. It should be that you bought all kinds of snacks in advance and hid the goods in the car, so that when you go out to 'buy snacks' at night, you can pick out the things you need according to everyone's shopping list, thus saving money. Time to go to and from the convenience store."

Kaori Nakahara gritted her teeth tightly, suddenly a flash of light flashed in her mind, causing misfortune:

"I just forgot to get the receipt, so you said that. What about Mr. Kanazawa who claimed to have been in the bath for an hour? Isn't he more convenient than me!"

Kanazawa Zhiyasu weakly defended, "...I didn't kill anyone."

"Moori Kogoro" didn't answer his words, and focused on Nakahara Kaori:

"Stop making excuses, you know it yourself—there is enough evidence in this room to prove that you are the murderer!"

After saying this, Conan poked his head out from the side of the sofa and looked at Bai Shu who had opened the book, as if he had lifted the autistic mode, his eyes were gentle like a kind elder who encouraged the younger generation.

... Hey, putting on this expression with a child's face really deserves a beating.

However, the purpose of letting the other party put down their suspicions seems to have been achieved for the time being.

Bai Shu was very satisfied with the mental journey that Conan had imagined just now, so he stopped embarrassing him, took out the gloves from his pocket, put them on, got up and walked to the small square table.

The four people standing in his path backed away involuntarily, Bai Shu walked to the table smoothly, bent down and picked up the checkered tablecloth that fell on the ground.

He looked at the blood on the tablecloth, and then at the blood on the edge of the square table, and then turned the direction of the tablecloth so that two sides hang over the edge of the table, and the other two sides meet the blood on the table. out of position before it was lifted to the ground.

After the rustling stopped, Kogoro Mori's voice sounded again, "Did you see that? These are the last words left by Mr. Dashan, whose hands and feet were bound before his death."

Faced with the bewildered eyes of several people, Bai Shu gestured at the tablecloth:
"The part left on the table is exactly a 9x9 square, plus the upright posture Mr. Dashan worked so hard to pose, and your names...do you think of anything?"

grid?

sitting?

name?

The four looked at each other, their minds suddenly lit up, "It's shogi!"

"That's right, your names just happen to have words representing shogi pieces in them, and then, just put the pieces on the board—"

Bai Shu picked up the lighter, followed the bloodstains, and put it into the "chessboard" according to the "puzzle" method again.

"This position...is Xiangche!", Kanazawa Zhiyasu clapped his hands, understanding.

Kaori Nakahara stared at the "chess table", her fingers trembling slightly, her face pale.

She swallowed dryly and wanted to struggle, but the young man next to her, like an omniscient demon, accurately said everything she did:

"When the lighter was found, it fell on the sofa with the blood-stained side facing down, but the sofa was not stained with blood. This shows that the murderer did not discover Mr. Dashan's arrangement at the first time, and only after the blood-stain dried up did he set off the lighter. Turn over the 'chessboard'.

"You made an excuse to check the situation and rushed here in advance. After confirming that Dashan was going to die, you screamed. After you screamed, you noticed all kinds of hints in the room. In a hurry, you had to blow the tablecloth and lighter together. ...Is that so, Miss Nakahara?"

This is actually not too strong evidence.

But Kaori Nakahara, who had been exposed, seemed to have given up struggling. She suddenly closed her eyes, and then, under the complex and varied gazes of everyone, she took a deep breath, "That's right, it's me."

Jiangnan Guobu couldn't accept this fact, and pulled her to question with tears in his eyes, "Why? Aren't you very close?"

Kaori Nakahara grinned dryly, "It's just that I think it's better unilaterally - I respected him like a father before, but what about him? He stole my paper!"

"Paper?", Kanazawa Zhikang quickly thought of something, he adjusted his glasses in shock, and stammered and asked tentatively, "Could it be the "Research on Inherited Gene Therapy of Colorectal Cancer"?"

"Yes. It was my painstaking effort for six years. I originally planned to dedicate it to my father who passed away from colorectal cancer, but General Dashan read it and published it in his own name without hesitation. If I publish it as a professor, others will pay more attention to this paper, and my dead father will be happier'—how dare he despise my longing for my father like this!"

After Kaori Nakahara yelled and vented her anger, she slumped on the ground along the wall, holding her knees and motionless.

Until the police arrived the next day and pushed her into the car.

……

Although there was a murder case, Mori Kogoro was still reluctant to give up the residence right of the villa he had finally obtained, and planned to spend his last day of vacation here.

When Xiaolan was teaching Mori Kogoro to ski, Conan wandered to the side of the white tree and continued to enlighten him, "How about it, the feeling of fair reasoning is very attractive!"

"...It's okay." Bai Shu gave an affirmative answer against his will, and then expressed his position tactfully:
"However, I'm still too young, and I'm not easy to be convinced by my appearance. It's the easiest way to increase my reputation if Mr. Maori solves the case, and I can get in touch with more bizarre and interesting cases."

The main reason is that Mori Kogoro's famous but confused special temperament can attract some bold prisoners to come to him for entrustment... If it was him, the effect would definitely not be so good.

Conan didn't understand Shiroki's true thoughts, he just felt that this person was too worried, and he didn't have any youthful vigor... But thinking about his experience, he felt that this was understandable.

The operation of pouring chicken soup came to an end. At this moment, a figure rushed towards them like the wind, circled around them, and stopped deftly.

Xiaolan raised her goggles and looked at them with a smile, "What are you guys doing hiding here? Could it be that Naoki-san is secretly learning to ski too?"

Bai Shu shook his head, "I can skate, but I think it's easier to enjoy the snow scenery when I slide slowly."

"...What's the difference between your speed and walking in the snow? Let's go, let's compete!"

Just like she did to Kogoro Mori, she suddenly raised her hand and pushed the white tree, slipped on her stick, and chased after him.

The white tree did not hit the tree directly like Kogoro Mori, he adjusted his route and slid down the slope at a leisurely pace.

Xiaolan walked around beside him, and the two occasionally exchanged words. Conan leaned against the tree, watched the harmonious scene for a while, and was suddenly taken aback:
When I was forced to follow the drama with Xiaolan before, what was said in the drama?

It seems that what kind of psychologically traumatized young people are most likely to fall in love with sunny and cheerful girls?

"..."

"Sister Xiaolan, wait for me! I suddenly forgot how to skate, teach me again!" Conan leaned on a ski pole and chased after her aggressively.

(End of this chapter)