I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 361

Soon, Guangyou made seven servings of pasta, and Guangyou put one of them in front of Arima Masahiko.

Arima Yayan smelled the fragrance, looked at the color of his face, and felt a sense of frustration in his heart. Just by looking at it, he knew which was better.

This feeling of frustration intensified after I picked up a fork and took a bite.

Comparing his face with the face in front of him is like comparing a child's face with an adult's, and his share is made by a child.

Regardless of Arima Masahiko, who was already somewhat autistic, Guangyou walked out with the spaghetti.

A few people outside thought that Guangyou was just helping out with serving dishes, so they didn't ask much, only Conan took a second look at Guangyou.

Soon, Arima Yahiko came out with a bottle of wine, as if nothing happened.

Guangyou didn't know that Endo Noriko would come here, so curious, he asked Endo Noriko when serving pasta: "Sister Noriko, why did you come here? I don't believe you will Come to this restaurant with really bad taste."

After thinking for a few seconds, she explained: "The restaurant that President Otsu told me to run before is this restaurant."

"Mr. Arima's restaurant has a huge debt because of poor management. Originally, President Otsu said that I could run this restaurant for him. Today, I wanted to come and see this restaurant that should have belonged to me. Say goodbye."

"I plan to leave Tokyo with my father after this matter is over. Life in the country is more suitable for me."

While Guangyou didn't understand, he also had some pity, and said, "Sister Kiko, you are pretty, why?"

How could she not understand the meaning of Guangyou's words, but she didn't explain anything, just smiled wryly and said, "You don't understand."

Guangyou chuckled, shook his head, and did not speak.

Everyone is in a different situation and has different ideas, and he has no obligation to change these ideas.

Uncle Mao Li took a sip of the red wine and praised: "Well, this wine is very good, it is indeed a rare good wine."

Arima Masahiko smiled, but that smile always seemed a bit bitter.

The decoration and lighting of his Italian restaurant form a wonderful match, coupled with the light music that is constantly circulating in the store, it has a special flavor.

It's just that the taste of the dishes... I can't praise you enough.

After the courtesy, the somewhat autistic Arima Yahiko turned back to the back kitchen with the excuse that he had something to do.

"This noodle is delicious." After taking a small bite, Xiaolan raised her head, looked around the shop, and asked in confusion, "Why is no one coming?"

Fei Yingli was also a little puzzled: "Indeed, don't people around here like to eat Italian food?"

"Who knows?" Uncle Mao Li took another sip of his wine and said, "However, good wine and delicious food are really good."

After eating the noodles, Xiaolan turned her head and asked with concern: "By the way, Mom, do you have a way to deal with the next court appearance now?"

Feiyingli shook her head, and said helplessly, "There are some difficulties, and there is no progress at all."

Uncle Mao Li said flatly: "Let's put the matter in the court tomorrow, and there will be a solution then."

At nine o'clock in the morning, the second court hearing started on time.

From the very beginning, Kujo Reiko questioned Akiyama Takuya.

Reiko Kujo looked at the case materials she had prepared and asked, "Mr. Akiyama, on the night of the crime, you saw the murderer beating the victim continuously through the small hole in the president's office. Is that what you said?"

Akiyama Takuya nodded: "Yes."

Reiko Kujo continued to ask, "How many times did you see the murderer beat the victim that night?"

"three times."

"Not long after that, you heard the sound of the victim falling, didn't you?"

"Yes."

After confirming that it was consistent with her information, Kujo Reiko smiled and said, "I have no problem."

The judge said: "Then let the defense counsel do cross-examination now."

After Feiying agreed, Uncle Mao Li stretched out his hand to stop her when she was about to get up.

Uncle Mao Li turned his head and said to Fei Yingli, "I'll do it."

After the judge nodded in agreement, Uncle Mao Li slowly got up, and Xiaolan's mouth in the auditorium was slightly raised by that unsmiling face.

Xiaolan said softly, "Dad, come on."

Uncle Mao Li walked slowly to the center of the court and said, "Mr. Akiyama, did you see the murderer attack the victim with your own eyes?"

Akiyama Takuya shook his head: "I just saw the shadow of the murderer reflected on the wall, because the room was not turned on that day, only the neon lights on the opposite side gave off a faint light."

There was an uproar in the courtroom, and both the gallery and the jury began to whisper.

They have come more than once, so they naturally understand that seeing with their own eyes and seeing shadows are two different concepts.

The judge knocked on the gavel: "Silence!"

After quieting down, Uncle Mori turned his head and said, "Mr. Arima, why did you go to see President Otsu that night?"

Arima Masahiko replied: "Because the president's reading glasses fell on my side, I went to deliver them."

Uncle Mao Li nodded, then turned to the judge and asked, "Your Honor, can I reason?"

The judge nodded and said, "Please."

"I believe that the defendant, Takashi Inoue, should have attempted theft."

Uncle Mori stretched out his hand, pointed at Masahiko Arima, and said sharply, "The real murderer is you, Mr. Arima."

As soon as the words came out, the expressions of the people in the courtroom more or less changed.

Arima Masahiko's expression also changed, but he still insisted and said: "Mr. Mori, you must speak with evidence."

Uncle Mao Li spread out the file, turned to the list of evidence, showed it to him, and said at the same time, "Isn't the evidence right there?"

Reiko Kujo also hurriedly turned to that page, and when she looked at one of the evidences above, she understood what Uncle Mori meant, and felt a little depressed at the same time grateful.

Uncle Mori stared at Masahiko Arima, and asked: "Mr. Arima, if you and Mr. Akiyama were the first discoverers at the scene, why did you find the screw of President Otsu's reading glasses under the cabinet in the president's office? Didn't you say that President Otsu left the glasses on you?"

"Perhaps the president dropped it himself?"

Arima Yahiko was already sweating from nervousness on his forehead, and he was kneading the corner of his clothes with his hands. Because he was standing on the trial platform, the platform covered his hands, and because of this, no one saw his nervousness. action.

Uncle Mao Li pinched his chin and said in doubt: "Also, what I can't figure out is that no one's fingerprints can be found on the ashtray used as the murder weapon."

Arima Yahiko said, "It might be the suspect who erased it."

"What about the one on the safe's wheel?" Uncle Maori asked back, "If it's true as you said, he should also wipe off the fingerprints on the wheel."

Ma Yayan was at a loss for words, and he didn't know how to refute.

Uncle Mao Li pursued the victory and said: "The test of the ashtray shows that someone wiped it with a cloth stained with grease. If I take it for a test, I believe I will get a conclusion."

"Your Honor, I request a comparison of the composition of the oil left on the ashtray with the composition of the oil used in Mr. Arima's restaurant."

(End of this chapter)