Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Xinfan quickly defended himself: "Of course not, I just proposed a possibility. Didn't Mr. Triangle cut the tape with a knife at the time? If Miss Osaka really wants to escape, she can use the same method. "

　　 Yamada Liuye approached Nobuhira and said with a smile, "I think Mr. Asano just wanted to say more than this, right?"

　　 Xinfan glanced at her, did not answer directly, and asked, "What about Miss Liuye, do you want to say the same as me?"

"Oh, I don't know anything, how can I compare with you powerful detectives?" Yamada Liuye continued to pretend to be stupid, but her pretending to be stupid does not give people the impression that she is very wise and stupid, and will only make others. Think she is a real dish.

　　 Hondō Eiyu happily said to Shancun Cao: "This is the first time I have seen a real policeman. He is really handsome. Oh, I'm so nervous!"

It’s the first time that Yamamura Cao has encountered such a little fan. He embarrassedly said, “I’m the mountain village of the Gunma Prefectural Police Headquarters. If you want to call me Yamamura Brother, it’s not impossible!” Pointing at himself proudly with his thumb.

　　 However, in the next second, he and Eiyu Hondō sneezed at the same time.

　　 "Mr. Yamamura." The police officer of the forensics class took a plastic bag over, "We detected the sleeping pill in the coffee can in the car."

　　 The detection of sleeping pills in coffee usually means the possibility of homicide. After all, it will be much easier to kill the victim with sleeping pills stunned. However, at this time Kogoro Mouri's thinking was trapped in suicide. His first reaction was: "I think she was worried that she could not die with carbon monoxide alone, so she drank it just for insurance."

　　 "So that's it." Yamamura Cao immediately believed.

Conan had no choice but to shoulder the responsibility of pulling the adults' thoughts back to the right path: "That sister's sleeping posture must be ugly, after all, when Mr. Triangle hugged her out, I saw her clothes were wrinkled. If so Generally speaking, if you sit well, you will find that the folds should be pulled right away. So, this means that the creases are formed after falling asleep!"

　　 After hearing the words and thinking about his habits, he found that he was not living a refined life.

　　 Mouri Kogoro was fooled: "That seems to make sense..."

　　 "The same goes for the driver's seat."

"Um?"

　　 Conan immediately ran to Mao Lilan's side with great effort, and grabbed Mao Lilan's slightly cold hand: "Sister Xiaolan, please come over."

　　 He pulled Maurilan to the side of the car: "You squat by the car, pretending to hold the steering wheel and look at it, okay?"

　　 Although Mo Lilan was inexplicable, she did so out of trust in Conan.

"Look!" Conan explained, "Isn't that young lady's figure similar to that of Xiaolan, but the chair of the car is too far behind. In this case, it will be very difficult for her to step on the brake or the accelerator. It must be her. I didn’t sleep well, so I moved the chair back before going to bed."

　　 Yamada Liuye laughed: "Brother Conan, you seem to know the structure of cars very well. I didn't know these things when I didn't get a driver's license before."

　　 Conan realized that he seemed to be exposed again, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Brother Asano told me, he thinks kids just need to know more common sense."

　　 Shinhan was cue innocently, he said: "Miss Osaka Anmi took sleeping pills for suicide. How can a person who wants to die adjust the back of the chair to sleep more comfortably? This width is more like..."

　　 He looked at Triangle Tuk: "It's more like the width that Mr. Triangle will adjust when driving."

　　 Atsushi Triangle's face was terrible, but he still explained stiffly: "This is my car at first, and Ammi might not be too lazy to adjust it."

"A seven-year-old boy knows the truth, why don't you understand it?" Yamada Rouba asked, "Miss Anmi drove all the way from Tokyo to Gunma Prefecture. She has been sitting in an inappropriate seat for such a long time. If Is it you, would you be too lazy to adjust?"

"Of course I, I don't know what Anmei thinks. Maybe she can't think about that much before committing suicide." Triangular Atsushi retorted, "Besides, I think that Anmei put the seat back to put the charcoal stove at her feet. Tuned."

　　 "That's how it is!" Mouri Kogoro said regretfully, "It seems that she did commit suicide. Please keep your sorrow and change, Mr. Triangle."

　　 There are not many suspicious points in this case. In addition, the so-called secret room at the scene is very high-end. For a while, everyone, including the police, was deceived by the real murderer.

　　 But Conan has been suspicious of Atsushi Triangle from a long time ago. He tugged at Xinfan's clothes and whispered to him, "Brother Asano, do you think this case is suicide?"

"Of course not." Shinhan said without hesitation, "Atsushi Santo and Anmi Osaka just quarreled the day before, and the body of Anmi Osaka was found here today. According to statistical data, the probability of homicide and the murderer is Atsushi Santo is very high. Since the discovery of the corpse, Triangular Tuk has been dominating all actions~www.readwn.com~Mr. Maori only pulled through the door of the driver’s seat, and what he used a knife to cut through the co-pilot’s tape, perhaps the tape over there It was cut at the beginning, and we couldn't see clearly under the cover of Shirayuki.

"I think the Triangular Atsushi should have taken Osaka Anmi to the place where she first met, put her to sleep with coffee with sleeping pills, set up the scene, cut the tape with a knife, and left the car. Osaka Anmi drank the sleeping pills. Unable to wake up in time, eventually died of carbon monoxide poisoning."

　　 Conan: "……"

　　 You already know so well, why didn't you say a word before? Hey!

　　 Conan suddenly felt that he was so useless. He analyzed and reasoned for a long time, and when he was about to share the results with his companions, he found that he had already been left behind, and he was still complacent over there, like a fool!

　　 "My thoughts are the same as you, now there is evidence left." Conan sighed.

　　 No, it's different. In fact, he hadn't figured out how Tsang Tuk got out of the car just now. If it hadn't been for Asano's reminder, he didn't know when he could figure out the key.

　　 "Huh? Why is there a recess here?" The mountain village exerciser stretched out his hand and touched the snowy ground, "It seems that there was a car parked here."

　　 Conan immediately said: "It seems to be the same size as Uncle Triangle's car!"

　　 Kogoro Mori turned his inquiring gaze to Atsushi Triangle: "When did you rent your car?"

　　 Atsushi Triangle's face changed slightly: "Aren't you suspecting me? You can only roughly estimate from the traces on the ground. If you really want to say, Mr. Asano's car is about the same size, right?"