Kexue Magician

Chapter 13 People's Physiques Are Different
"In the monitoring screen, Boss Zhenzhong obviously didn't put away the nib, why did he put away the pen that fell here?"

"Could it be possible that the nib was retracted when it was dropped?"

"It shouldn't be. This kind of pen looks very advanced and has a stable structure. You need to rotate the button cap to store the pen tip."

At the foot of a knight statue, Conan picked up the pen with a handkerchief and meditated.

not far away.

The librarian Kubota shouted: "It's not me, I don't know why the armor is in my cabinet, I am wronged!"

"Then, Mr. Kubota, where were you when the murder happened at 04:30 in the afternoon? What were you doing?" Police Officer Meguro asked.

"I, I was in my office at the time, and the curator asked me to sort out the files."

Librarian Kubota looked at Director Ochiai, who nodded and said, "It's me, I did ask him to sort out the files."

"Then is there anyone who can prove that you were in the office at the time? Or, in fact, you were not in the office at all, but sneaked into the Hell Pavilion and killed Boss Zhenzhong."

Officer Mu Mu stepped forward and said, his eyes fixed on Kubota, giving him a sense of oppression.

"No, there is no evidence, but, but the murderer is really not me!" The librarian Kubota continued to cry out.

Officer Mumu shook his head, he was used to this kind of rhetoric, so he waved his hand and said, "In that case, Mr. Kubota, please come with us to the office."

As soon as the words fell, the two police officers walked towards the librarian Kubota and each locked his hand.

"No! Not me!"

"I didn't kill the real boss!"

Librarian Kubota was terrified, looking left and right, as if he wanted to find someone to speak for him, so that Officer Megure believed that he was innocent.

However, no one came forward.

"Ah!"

"Officer Megure, I seem to have found the pen used by Boss Manaka."

Conan jumped out suddenly, and said innocently.

Police Officer Mumu took the pen, rotated the button cap, and then drew a few strokes on the notebook, the handwriting was very clear and smooth.

"Good job, kid."

"This pen is quite high-end, and it is the same color and size as the handwriting on the note in Boss Zhenzhong's hand. It should be the pen that Boss Zhenzhong used before the temporary use, curator?"

Officer Megure nodded to Conan, then compared the note with "Kubata" and looked at Director Ochiai.

After all, when it comes to familiarity with the boss of Manaka, curator Ochiai should be the best candidate on the scene.

Conan, on the other hand, took advantage of the fact that Officer Mumu's hand was hanging down, and leaned his face to observe the note carefully.

Sure enough, it was the same as I thought!
In addition to the words "Kubada" written on the note, you can also vaguely see a few curved, shallow white scratches.

Kubota was framed by someone, and the only person who can do this kind of thing - he is the only one!

Conan's face instantly became solemn, and his eyes revealed a light of wisdom that was completely incomparable to that of a child.

Hearing Officer Megure's question, Director Ochiai still lowered his hands, squinted his eyes and said slowly:
"This is a ballpoint pen specially customized to commemorate the [-]th anniversary of the Mihua Art Museum. As long as it is an insider of the art museum, everyone has it."

"And Mr. Inspector also said that the handwriting is the same. I think it should be."

"Well, the case ends here." Officer Megure put the pen into the transparent bag.

"But it's so strange, why did Boss Zhenzhong still have the mood to put away the nib before he died?"

Police officer Jian Mumu was about to close the case hastily, and he didn't find anything wrong with the pen.

Conan couldn't help asking in a childish voice.

"Yeah, what's going on?"

Officer Megure frowned and looked at Mori Kogoro, only to find that he was also puzzled.

The scene was quiet for a while.

"Brother Fengchu, don't you see anything?"

Conan raised his head with a cute face, his big eyes were full of curiosity.

"Isn't the murderer from Kubota?" Feng Chu frowned, pretending he didn't see anything.

Edogawa Conan stared at Feng Chu's expression, and found that he didn't seem to be lying.

Sure enough, I was worrying too much.

He didn't discover my real identity.

What he said that day in Poirot's Café was nothing more than a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help showing a cute smile.

Feng Chu blinked, and said calmly: "Actually, what I'm curious about is how heavy the real boss is, how heavy the armor is, and how heavy the sword is."

"Boss, he measured his weight last month, and it was 260 catties at that time. Recently, the boss has gained weight again, so he probably should have gotten heavier."

The man in the blue suit who was behind Boss Zhenzhong pushed his glasses with his index finger and said.

"Although this armor is just a replica for decoration, it still weighs 80 catties, and the sword weighs 30 catties," said librarian Iijima.

"If I remember correctly, in 1996 this year, the world record for men's weightlifting in the World Weightlifting Championships was still 205.5 kilograms, and it was with both hands, so the average single-arm strength was around 205 kilograms."

"And the murderer single-handedly lifted the 230-jin Boss Zhenzhong with a weight of [-] catties, and killed him with a [-]-jin sword. Don't you think it's strange?"

The corner of Feng Chu's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help asking.

"What's so strange about that?"

"People and their physiques cannot be generalized!"

"According to news reports, in 1982, in order to save her son who was crushed under a car in Georgia, a mother lifted a snowmobile weighing more than 1.2 tons with her bare hands in extreme anger and helplessness. Fry's Antelope."

"Also, a photographer working in Africa once jumped onto a 4.5-meter-high tree in order to escape the attack of wild animals."

"According to the records of the International Association of Athletics Federations, the current world record for men's high jump is 1993 meters set by Javier Sotomayor in Spain on July 7, 27."

"Also, a researcher in the United States conducted a famous experiment in which he asked the high school students participating in the experiment to carry a box of iron bars weighing 200 jin. As a result, none of them could move them. Then the researchers replaced the iron bars with a box of iron bars. The 200-jin banknote means that it is yours if you can move it, but a miracle happened, and the high school student not only moved it, but also walked several steps."

"Brother Fengchu, don't you know that people can explode their potential beyond the limit of the human body under extreme anger and other emotions?"

Edogawa Conan asked with a subtle look in his eyes.

Mao Lilan nodded sympathetically, just like herself, in the case of extreme anger, a cement pole can make a hole.

The surrounding librarians, policemen, etc. all nodded, agreeing with what Conan said.

Feng Chu frowned violently, then fell silent.

That look seems to mean——you are right, I have nothing to say.

Knowing that Fengchu's strength is mediocre, Conan no longer puts any hope of solving the murder case on him.

All of this still depends on my detective Kudo Shinichi to do it myself!
So, Conan pretended to be in a hurry to urinate, jumped up and down and said, "Oh, I can't stand it, toilet, toilet, where is the toilet?!"

(End of this chapter)