Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

"Both exist."

"It is the freedom of the strong who are not understood."

He ran back to Conan, yelled, and while the forensic officer was shocked, he took off the evidence paper in his hand.

He saw that besides the handwriting, there were traces of scratches on the paper:

Sure enough, that's right, I've seen through this trap.

Mouri Kogoro, who was irritated by the bear's behavior, stood up holding Conan by the back of the neck: "Hey, what are you doing?"

At the same time, the searching police officers entered the main hall with bags containing armor packages.

"Police, we found it!" they said. "We found the armor in Mr. Kubota's locker!"

Everyone looked sideways, and inside the bag was an armor completely covered in blood.

Kubota panicked completely, "How is this possible? I don't know anything about it!"

"There are two irrefutable evidences in front of us. The blood-stained armor and the message left by the victim before he died!"

Police officer Mumu pointed at Kubota, as if the case was a foregone conclusion.

What Conan was thinking about was not the same thing. Various signs showed that this was a note left by the murderer, and it was a trap for the murderer, whose purpose was to blame Mr. Kubota.

"It's such a terrible bloodstain. A good art work has become scrap copper and iron." Maori Kogoro commented sharply.

Iijima came out and explained, "No, that's just a replica for decoration. I did see Mr. Kubota moving in during the day."

Conan thought about the situation of visiting the art gallery at that time:

No wonder the curator didn't respond even when Kubota dropped his helmet.

"The armor used to commit the crime is a replica, so the original has not been spoiled... It seems that other works of art have not been harmed either." Iijima continued.

Hearing this passage, Conan had an idea again. He hurried to the area around the corpse scene, and after confirming that the artworks hanging nearby had been taken away, he finally confirmed the suspect.When the police were about to arrest Kubota, Conan grabbed the art gallery album in Mao Lilan's hand and shouted:

"I can't take it anymore! Toilet, toilet! Toilet!"

He pretended to run two steps, then rushed straight to Director Ochiai, and carried out his real purpose——

"Old man, where is the toilet?"

While talking, Conan did not forget to jump up and down twice, showing his eagerness to pee his pants immediately.

Curator Ochiai kindly replied: "Toilet, go out of this room, turn right and there are stairs, just go down the stairs to the end."

Conan continued to act coquettishly, "You just said that I don't know where it is!" Seeing the picture, Conan raised the art gallery album in his hand and looked at Director Ochiai, "You help me draw on it!"

Curator Ochiai sighed inwardly:

It turned out that his plan was so imprudent that even children could see it.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out his pen.

The jumping Conan still yelled "Hurry up, hurry up".

"Just after leaving this room—"

His eyes widened as he tried to draw the route in the atlas.

How can it be?

The ballpoint pen he held actually scribbled!

If it was the pen that fell on the ground, it would be impossible to write. How could this be?

"What's wrong with you, Uncle?" Conan asked Ochiai curator's surprised expression.

"No, it's nothing." Curator Ochiai calmed down quickly. He drew the suggested route on the last page and handed it to Conan. "Follow what I drew, and it should be fine."

When Curator Ochiai turned the album over, Conan followed exactly the same unbelievable flustered expression.

impossible!

Was his reasoning wrong?

As an outstanding detective of the young generation with 100% success in solving cases, he has never encountered a moment when his reasoning was completely overturned.

How could it be... What went wrong? Could it be that curator Ochiai had more than one ballpoint pen, and he disposed of the other one?

"What's the matter, kid, aren't you in a hurry to go to the bathroom?" Director Ochiai asked.

The two sides formed a reversal in an instant.

Winnett, who watched the farce later, also noticed that Conan was just pretending to go to the bathroom, trying to prove that Ochiai curator's ball pen could not write.

He is definitely not an ordinary kid.

At this moment, Winnet made a conclusion.

……

207 Detective's Unwillingness

Conan was so embarrassed that he really ran towards the toilet.

Even if he pointed out the ink scratches on the slip of evidence, he couldn't pinpoint the murderer on Director Ochiai, and no adult would listen to what he said as a child.

He turned around and looked for the director's office of the art museum.Since all the people were concentrated among the hells, he encountered no obstacles on the way.Conan ran into the curator's room and searched all the places he could think of: drawers, under the bed, and the corners of the crevices—all, but still found no trace of the ballpoint pen.

"Damn it, it must have been dealt with!"

"Let it be searched by the police and we may find..." Conan felt that he had grasped at straws.

Now he can only make a compromise, pretending to be Mori Kogoro's voice, calling Police Officer Megure, and then anesthetizing him to reorganize the case-this will become difficult when the suspect has been arrested.

When he returned to the hall, he thought the police would close the team, but it didn't.He ran back to Hell, and happened to see Officer Meguro drawing with a ballpoint pen.

"Mr. Kubota, what's the matter with this ballpoint pen on your body?"

"I don't know! I don't have the habit of carrying a ballpoint pen with me at all!" Kubota yelled.

Mori Kogoro was puzzled, "Anyway, it's a bit too stupid to draw with a pen that can't write on the note with your own name on it." He had a whim and thought that was the case, Hitting his fist on the palm of his hand, "I understand!" He said: "Mr. Kubota may have asked Boss Manaka to meet here in the name of Ochiai curator. He had planned to put a pen that could not write On the table, the purpose is to perfectly reproduce the design of the painting of 'Heaven's Punishment'."

"He tried it with the sticker on the back, thinking that the ballpoint pen could not write, but he didn't expect that the ballpoint pen had only a temporary problem. Boss Zhenzhong wrote down his name before he died. So Kubota used another The ball pens that couldn’t really be written were replaced, pretending to be a scene of ‘the real murderer is going to use this to frame him’.”

"Is that so, Mr. Kubota?"

"No! I didn't kill anyone, believe me!"

"Mr. Kubota, wait until you get to the office to say these things." Meguro sent someone to arrest him.

Although he felt that the probability of Mori Kogoro's reasoning being correct was very low, all the evidence so far pointed to Kubota, so he could only settle the case on this basis.

However, this process set off a shocking wave in Conan's heart:

The ballpoint pen that should have appeared on the murderer's body appeared on Kubota's body.

Was it Director Ochiai who replaced it at the same time?What about fingerprints... No, Director Ochiai would not leave such a shallow hole.

Conan, who has fallen into a dead corner of thinking, can't find a point to reverse the case at all.He felt as if he was covered by a big black hand, and he couldn't find a place where a ray of light could shine—slowly falling into the darkness.

For a moment, Winnett's words echoed in his ears——

You will fall.

His self-confidence took a serious hit.Until Kubota was escorted, he did not take any action.

The perfect crime...

Conan even doubted his own deduction. Does an old man over seventy really have such a sophisticated mind and comprehensive plan?The other party didn't even destroy the camera, and took the initiative to expose the scene of the crime.

"I'm completely lost..."

Conan's face suddenly turned pale.

He thought that if he was still Kudo Shinichi, who had great influence on the police, and used the power of carpet search, there was still a chance of overturning the case.But he was already Conan Edogawa, and thinking about it this way, he hated this mysterious organization that made his body smaller.

……

"Such a terrible thing happened..."

After leaving the art gallery, Mao Lilan murmured to himself.She looked at Conan at her feet, and found that he looked depressed. She thought it was a child losing his temper, so she stretched out a finger and said with a smile:

"Alright Conan, let's have sukiyaki tonight!"

Mori Kogoro cheered, and Conan, who was not in a good mood, also echoed.

"That's right, Miss Winette, would you like to come too?" Mao Lilan asked.

Winnet declined amicably, "I still have something to go to church, next time we have a chance, let's get together again."

At the fork in the road, Winnett bids farewell to the Maori family.

She became concerned about the child Conan, and felt that her thinking was narrowed.Since there are traversers, why can't there be reborn ones?Even, it might be the kind born with memory retention... Thinking about it this way, he doesn't seem to be a threat at all.

"I want to overturn the case, but I feel powerless... It seems that he should have no great ability."

Can't threaten her.

Instead of returning to church, Winnet returned to her residence.As soon as she entered the door, she could smell the aroma of food, and seeing Miyano Akemi busy, she had a headache.Seeing Minmei in her apron and smiling to greet her, Winnet finally raised the white flag.Repeated refusal will ruin the atmosphere, besides, Miyano sisters are all excellent cooks.

With the special bonus, Winnet felt that Shirley's cooking skills were better - she was a bit gluttonous.

"Winette, you're back." Mingmei said with a smile, "However, there are no visitors all day today, so you shouldn't be slack in your neighbor relations!"

They are all single-family buildings separated by walls and in the middle. It is normal for neighbors to be alienated. Winnet remembers that no one lives in the villa next to her. In addition, this place is basically the residence of some rich people. Things like gift giving have dropped in price.

"Don't worry about this kind of thing. However, sometimes someone will come to your door, a woman named Sophia. It doesn't matter if you just meet her."

"Then...the letter in the mailbox should be from that Miss Sophia!" Mingmei held her chin with one finger, recalling.

"letter?"

Winnet was suspicious for a moment, and stared at Minmei with a questioning expression.Minmei handed Winnet the envelope on the window sill, specifically mentioning the orchid scent on it.

"The sender should be a girl." Minmei stepped on her feet, seeming very interested in the letter.

Winnet opened the letter and took out the letter inside.

"Unfortunately, it appears the sender was a man."

"Male? Could it be a love letter?"

"No, it's an invitation letter. Inviting me to Moon Shadow Island."

"Moon Shadow Island?"

"It seems to be a small island near Tokyo, I have no interest."

Winnet, who said so on the lips, didn't think so in her heart.She rarely fills in the location of the house, unless the other party goes to the church in person and asks Akane or Fujita Satoshi.

Dr. Asai didn't know her that well, so the fact that she sent an invitation letter seemed quite weird in itself.

I'm afraid it was instructed by someone... She had a vague guess.

……

208 Gin in the dark

Under Miyano Akemi's "disbelieving" gaze, Winnet coughed like a speaker, briefly describing who the other party was and the contact during it.

She was chased by Minmei to ask about Shirley's daily performance until after dinner.

When Winnet said these words, there was a bit of uncoordinated emotions. Since she and Shirley had rarely seen each other in the past five years, she was no longer sure whether Shirley was still what she knew. For example, Shirley's enthusiasm and Passion—this is something that she didn't know before.

However, in the process of telling, she still felt a very satisfied emotion, which circulated in her body like a spring current.

This warmth spreads in the inner consciousness, together with the beautiful memory, like a big tree traced back to the pure and innocent budding period.

If only it could always be the same as it was then.Together with Shirley, like waves and duckweed swaying in fate, watching the rising sun together, walking on the muddy road, looking at the distant sky.

It would be nice if it were that simple.

While letting the memories spread in her heart, Winnet had a dream that was different from reality.Greed and arrogance are traits that accompany her. She loves Shirley and wants Shirley to stay by her side.After saying this to myself, tomorrow seems to be a little bit worth looking forward to.

After eating, Winnet returned to the room, turned on the computer to browse, looked at the colorful fluorescent light, and dealt with some things in the organization.

Suddenly her phone lights up and it vibrates.