Conan, Mr. Wuwu's self-cultivation

"For the police, prosecutors or judges, statements without evidence will not be affirmed. Therefore, the job of finding evidence is left to you detectives, and I'd better be my spectator quietly."

"Then, have you seen the garden too?" Motegi Haruki asked Takeshi.

"Well, after looking at it, all the cars are burning very vigorously." Wu nodded and replied, "I can only say that fortunately, I have insurance, and the insurance company will pay for the loss of the car."

"I asked the driver to take me here, and there is no loss." Baima Tan replied with a relaxed tone.

"Wait, wait! Then what should I do with my rented car!" Kaito Kuroba screamed while holding his head with a broken expression.

Poor Mr. Maori who is still tied up to blow the night breeze and owes a lot of money!

Chapter 120 As long as I am fast enough, you will not be able to arrange for me to play

A group of people went out to check the condition of their cars.

Perhaps hoping to save something else.

Only Wu and Baima Tan did not follow.

One has insurance and has long since given up on saving the car, while the other has no car at all.

"Mr. Ooka, do you think that murderer will do something again?" Looking at Oshang Zhu Shan's body, Bai Ma Tan looked at Wu and asked.

"Isn't that for sure?" Wu looked at Tan Baima with a look of 'what's the question you're asking', "After all, that man is looking for Lao Shizi's treasure, don't you think that the tape said it would be divided equally? Is the other party sincere?"

"Is everyone on the murderer's death list?" White Horse Tan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Even a child as young as Conan..."

"If you want to keep a secret from others, what is the perfect way?" Wu suddenly asked.

Baima Tan instantly understood what he meant, and his expression became ugly.

The highest limit of secrecy, isn't that the death of all those who know the secret?

"By the way, don't you follow to see the situation?" Wu turned his head in the direction of the door, "Maybe we can see something from the murderer's inadvertently exposed horse's feet."

"Mr. Ooka." Detective Baima slowly got up and looked at Wu, "It's really a pity that you are not a detective."

After leaving these words, Tan Baima hurriedly left the castle.

No detective can resist the temptation to discover that a murderer has given away.

Not long after, Baima Tan came back with the others.

It's just that Kaito Kuroba pretending to be Kogoro Mori, Motegi Harufumi and Senma Kodai are missing from these people.

Moreover, Conan, Detective Baima and Ikumi Gundam still had a confident smile on their faces.

It seems that they already know who the murderer behind the scenes is.

Wu also showed the same smile very cooperatively.

Bewildered Xiaolan and the freckled maid looked at each other, not understanding what the four of them were doing.

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When 'Mori Kogoro' and Motegi Haruhime came back and told everyone that Sengen Kogoro died in the maid's car, the only one with a sad expression on his face was Mori Ran.

The freckled maid is scared and wants to go home.

But her own car exploded and the bridge was broken, so now she really can't go home.

Now she regrets that she has found such a job.

Decided!

If you have the life to go back alive, you will not be given a job if you are killed in the future!

"Speaking of which, are there only a few of you? Where is that young master Ooka?" After looking around, Motegi Haruki suddenly asked.

"Huh? Speaking of which, I haven't seen Ooka-kun yet?" Baima Tan narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Ooka, he has already gone back to his room to rest." The freckled maid replied, "As expected, he is the most suspicious person, right?"

Other than Mao Lilan and 'Moori Kogoro' directly used the detective's private communication platform.

But Mao Lilan felt that it was best to let Wu Lai hear what happened at this time, so she went upstairs to call him.

Haruki Mogi: Who is going to take this maid away? I always feel that if she continues to be so suspicious, she will probably take the initiative.

White Horse Detective: Sorry, I have other things to do in the future, so I don't have time to take care of her for now.

Guntian Ikumi: Forget it, let me do it.

Edogawa Conan: Wait, by the way, bring sister Xiaolan along.

Motegi Haruhime: Why does this little brother... Forget it, anyway, it doesn't matter if he takes up a spot as a detective based on his previous actions.

Edogawa Conan: How about I come to be the trump card? If it was just a child, that person should be a little less afraid, and just show the card, right?

White Horse Detective: I have no objection, it is better to say that your deceitful appearance is very suitable to be the final trump card.

Gunta Ikumi: No objection.

White Horse Detective: Speaking of which, why can't the Maori detective cut in?

Haruki Motegi: No way? No way? No detective really thought it was Mori Kogoro himself, right?

Gunda Ikumi: Come on, forget about the others, I don't believe you, a detective who has been dealing with Kaitou Kidd for so long, can't recognize who that person is.

White Horse Detective: You really don't give face.

"Yeah!" A scream suddenly came from upstairs.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then they all ran towards the direction of the sound.

"Xiao Lan! What's wrong with you!" Looking at Mao Lilan who was sitting slumped on the edge of the corridor, looking at the room with horror on his face, 'Moori Kogoro' looked worried and moved over to comfort his 'daughter'.

"Sister Lan! What's wrong!" As a result, Conan directly separated him from the middle.

"Wu Jun, he..." Mao Lilan murmured in horror, pointing in the direction of the room.

"Brother Wu?" Conan turned his head away in surprise.

The next moment, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck out of the window of the room.

The light of lightning directly displayed the situation in the dark room clearly in front of everyone.

The corpse of Takeshi Ooka, whose neck was slowly dripping blood, was placed in front of everyone.

Everyone's face changed instantly.

The freckled maid even rolled her eyes and passed out.

Well, the person she thought most suspicious died, and the rest... which one is worthy of her trust?

Haruki Motegi: Is this guy moving so fast? We just finished the communication here, and he went straight to the finish line?

Edogawa Conan: I'm used to it. But, with so much ketchup, wouldn't he use up all the ketchup in the kitchen?

Gunda Ikumi: Anyway, my plan doesn't use ketchup, I don't care.

White Horse Detective: Fuck me... Hurry up for an autopsy! I have to go to the kitchen to check the situation! If the ketchup is gone, my plan will have to be changed!

"At the neck, he was killed with a single knife. He couldn't even make the deceased shout out. It seems that the prisoner is a master who has a good understanding of the human body." Qiangtian Yumei performed an autopsy on Wu's body.

"It seems that the murder weapon is not in the room." Baima Tan walked around Wu's room, and then walked outside, "I'll go to the kitchen to see if there is a knife missing."

Mao Lilan took the fainted freckled maid and Conan and left the scene.

Several detectives in the house looked at me and I looked at you, all of them remained silent.

The atmosphere in the whole room is very strange.

Led by Ikumi Gunda who left the room, several other people also slowly left the room filled with the smell of ketchup.

At the end, Motegi Haruki closed the door intimately.

All the insiders secretly praised Wu's acting skills.

His eyes didn't blink, and his expression was even more sluggish to a certain extent without changing.

If it wasn't for the ketchup all over the room, and his pulse when his fingers were pressed on his neck, they almost thought that Wu was really stabbed.

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The scene is at its most intense.

The detectives killed each other one by one in the process of solving the mystery.

Someone who was hiding in the monitoring room in the dark room and observed all this saw the last detective fell to the ground, and hugged his head in pain.

After several years of hard work, it was hard to get together a few of the most famous detectives, and even invited a well-known whistle-blowing expert from the police, but the mystery was still not solved.

Speaking of which, who on earth killed that expert whistleblower, fugitive killer?

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In this monitoring room, the images of all the hidden cameras were cut off almost at the same time.

'Xiao Hei' got up in a panic and stared at the screen.

All the detectives are dead, and even the two irrelevant girls have been stunned, so who else...

that brat!

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A voice came from the personal computer behind, which attracted the attention of 'Xiao Hei'.

'I have solved the mystery of the treasure, I want to tell you personally, please move to the restaurant - I am detective No.7.'

Sure enough, it was that little devil!

Although I have long seen that the little ghost is not like an ordinary child, but I did not expect...

'Xiao Hei' pushed the chair aside, then hurriedly ran towards the restaurant.

At the door of the restaurant, 'Xiao Hei' met the kid.

"It's usually hard for the average person to think that a person with a bomb in his car would get in that car for reasons other than suicide."

"But there are exceptions to everything."

"In this case, the murderer actually wanted to pretend that he had died in the bombing, right, Qianjian Detective."

Leaning on the wall, with his hands in his trouser pockets, Conan looked at Qianjian Jiangdai with a confident smile and said.

"The whole story is that you escaped before the car exploded, and hid in the grass, sneaked back to this old castle, and then hid in a certain room, and finally used the surveillance video installed in the house The machine observes our every move."

"Nonsense, I found a bomb in the car at a critical moment, and I escaped by chance. I just came back here." Even if the other party is a brat, Qian Jianjiang still did not let go of his guard, "And, we Didn’t you say you’re going to toss a coin to decide who’s going to drive to scout the bridge?”

"Actually, before tossing the coin, it was already decided that you would drive forward. Because you put the front of the coin on the back of your left hand from the very beginning." Conan narrowed his eyes and explained Qianjian's technique, "then Use the right hand holding another copper plate to cover the copper plate in the left hand. Then pretend to catch the copper plate that fell to the ground after being thrown, and finally let everyone see the copper plate that was originally placed on the back of the hand, so No matter how many times you flip it, it's heads."

"You have a ten-yen coin on you, which was used to test the cup of black tea Mr. Ogami drank just now, so it should be easy to do this, right? 'Abandoned by God, Phantom Child'."

"Oh? Do you mean that I was the host of the dinner who planned the murder of Mr. Ogami?"

"In that case, then I would like to ask you, how did I let Mr. Ogami drink potassium cyanate alone in this restaurant? In terms of tricks, the fugitive nemesis has been exposed." Qianjian Jiangdai pushed the restaurant door open.

"Mr. Ogami touched the potassium cyanate on the edge of the teacup with his thumb, and then unconsciously bit his nails while thinking."

"What if he was the accomplice who planned this dinner together with you from the beginning?" Conan asked with his back turned to Qianjian Jiangdai, "He probably didn't expect that he was also on your murder list, right? In addition, you also released the content in the tape that reminded the location of the treasure, so he bit his nails unconsciously when he was thinking about it."

"Also, you purposely went to wait for the Maori detective and took a ride with him, just to deepen his impression that you hate the smell of cigarettes, so that he won't die from being contaminated with potassium phosphate while smoking. .so that the content of your tape can continue."

"And the reason for hiring Ms. Ishihara is also very simple, because I learned that she has the habit of biting her nails from the hidden camera in the interview room, so you think you can easily get rid of her with the same method. "

"That's right! So you killed your accomplice, Mr. Ogami, and pretended that you were also murdered by someone. Constantly use psychological tactics to force the detectives who are invited to solve the puzzle. Once they solve the puzzle, And when you find the treasure, you're ready to kill them all."

"Just like Renya Karasuma, the millionaire 40 years ago!"

Conan's last words instantly made Qianjian Jiangdai's eyes widen.

"There's a name behind the sentence written in blood on that piano, Senma Kyosuke, that should be..." Conan looked at Senma Koyo.

"Ah, that's my father's name." Qianjian Jiangdai was probably stimulated by his father's name, and even started to talk about his motive for committing the crime, and also explained the reason and process of his joint relationship with Dashang Zhushan out.

Well, of course, it's also possible that she thought the detectives were dead, and the brat in front of her was not the reason for her threat.

Therefore, she introduced it in detail, and finally expressed her regret that the mystery has not been solved.

The white horse detective who had already recorded all the words of Qianjian Xiadai with the tape recorder that Wu had given him outside the door couldn't help scratching his scalp.

What follows is Conan's daily puzzle-solving show.