[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

The time passed quickly, and more than a month went by, returning from the coming winter to the autumn with flying maple leaves.

Ryo Wakagi stepped on the thick fallen leaves on the road and set off on the road to the house of an antique collector.

This antique collector, Maruden Jiro, was also on the list given by Gin.

However, it was not to kill him, but to get an antique mask from him.

Of course, Gin's original words were that if this collector who didn't know what was good for him dared to ask for a high price, he would be sent on his way.

Clicking on the picture in the task attachment and looking at the white Noh mask over and over again, Ryo Wakagi couldn't find out what the organization was interested in.

When he arrived at the collector's house, he unexpectedly didn't see even a servant.

Ryo Wakagi hesitantly stepped into the yard of Marudenjiro's house and saw two familiar figures.

"Ran, Conan, why are you here?"

"Brother Wakagi?"

After seeing the familiar duo, Ryo Wakagi knew that this antique collector was dead without him having to do anything.

"Why are there only two of you here? Didn't Uncle Mori come?"

Ran smiled awkwardly and said, "Dad was originally here to report on the progress of Mr. Marudenjiro's commission, but it seems that a guest came during the period, so Mr. Maru went to receive the guest first and has not returned until now.

Dad was a little impatient waiting, so he went out to see the situation. Where is Brother Wakagi?"

Ryo Wakagi: "An elder really likes a Noh mask in Mr. Maru's collection, but he couldn't come because of something, so he asked me to come and buy it for him."

"So that's the case, then..."

"Ah!!!!"

A scream sounded, as if a switch was pressed, Conan and Ran immediately ran towards the direction where the scream came from.

Of course, both the big and small death gods have arrived on the set, and this Marudenjiro must be completely dead.

Not long after, the hardworking Inspector Megure of the Metropolitan Police Department rushed to the scene with a group of police officers who had little presence.

The entire reception room was in a mess, with knife marks all over every corner of the room, including the floor and ceiling.

The trypophobic patient felt uncomfortable.

Ryo Wakamura looked up at the ceiling and frowned.

"Brother Wakamura, did you find anything?"

Ryo Wakamura squatted down and touched Conan's forehead.

"Didn't the murderer pay attention to the height of the deceased when he arranged the scene?"

Conan:?

Ryo Wakamura glanced at the former high school student who had degenerated into an elementary school student. Shouldn't you be more sensitive to such height issues, Shinichi?

"The deceased is only over 150 cm tall. Even with the length of his arms and the sword, he can't reach the roof. What's this? Jump up and chop the ceiling?"

Ryo Wakamura complained with his eyes empty.

Although many Japanese-style houses are indeed low and cramped, they are limited to low-rent apartments and ordinary houses. Luxury apartments or Japanese-style houses where rich people live do not have this situation.

= = Is it really appropriate for you to complain about the height of the deceased at the crime scene?

Conan's expression suddenly changed from the shock of discovering the body to the same kind of complaining.

At this time, according to the basic law of the scientific world: the three choices of fate, it is gradually taking effect. Within just ten minutes, the three suspects appeared in front of the detective and the police in turn.

"Brother Wakagi, come here too. Your name is also on the deceased's notebook."

Wakagi Ryo: Okay, this episode has become a four-choice, and the suspect is actually me.

Coincidentally, during the period of the crime, no one had an alibi.

Conan took turns to examine the other three suspects. As for Wakagi Ryo, he was intuitively classified as innocent at the first time.

His eyes unconsciously stayed on Suwa Yuji for more time.

Among the three suspects, he was the tallest, so it should be easier to cut the ceiling.

Pfft, pfft, realizing that he was misled by Wakagi Ryo's casual complaints, Conan shook his head and refocused on sorting out the case and the existing clues.

Suspect No. 1, Dr. Hatano, was the extramarital affair partner of the deceased's wife, Maru Ineko. According to Mrs. Maru, they had been in the Rice Flower Hotel since lunch today, and did not return together until around five o'clock.

Damn, this enviable endurance is really not as good as expected

For this surname (crossed out)

Suspect No. 2 Suwa Yuji, a kendo master, had borrowed money from the deceased before, and the purpose of coming here today is to pay back the money.

Suspect No. 3 Akutsu, a sculptor, also borrowed money from the deceased, but temporarily had no ability to repay, so he wanted to ask the deceased for more time.

Although the posture of "I will definitely pay back the money, if you dare to sell that thing, I will definitely kill you" seems a bit wrong.

Shouldn't the correct posture of asking be to lie on the ground, and then... cough

And in the room full of knife marks and a mess, the dragon sculpture that he cared about most was not damaged at all.

If you think so, the criminal is still...

"The criminal is Suwa Yuji."

"That's right."

Conan touched his chin and nodded, saying: "Well, the sculpture is unscathed, which is too deliberate, and the message on the answering machine is also very strange. Knowing that the deceased is not there, the only one who would leave such a message is the murderer."

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan suddenly realized that something was wrong. Like a broken doll, he turned his head stiffly and looked at Wakaki Ryo frame by frame.

The emotional value was like a flood, constantly refreshing the screen on Wakaki Ryo's panel.

The emotional value of the male protagonist is really too easy to pull.

"But there is no conclusive evidence for the time being, right."

As if Wakaki Ryo didn't know what kind of impact the words just now had on Conan's young mind, he suddenly bent down, picked up Conan and put him in front of the cabinet covered with knife marks.

Conan: ! !

Although I was still confused about whether Ruomu knew my identity, my detective instinct came into play when I saw that the knife marks on the cabinet were disconnected and not connected from beginning to end.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

So that's it, I understand!

Conan looked up and looked at Ruomu Liang with expectant eyes.

Go and solve the case, Ruomu! If you don't go, I don't know what outrageous conclusions I will come up with.

However, Ruomu Liang yawned as if he didn't understand Conan's eyes at all, leaned against the wall and played with his mobile phone.

Conan: ...

In this case, I'm sorry, Ruomu!

He took advantage of his height that was less than an adult's knee and rushed out, hiding in the shadow behind the door, and aimed the crosshairs of his watch in the direction of Ruomu Liang.

Eh? Where's the person?

At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the shadow and pressed on Conan's watch.

The anesthetic needle hit the back of Maori Kogoro's neck.

Maori Kogoro immediately exerted his passive attribute of "I must be handsome when I am asleep", and very consciously leaned against the door with a deep and reliable image, and slowly slid down.

Wakagi Ryo rubbed Conan's forehead and said, "Don't even think about it, I can only help you put together a puzzle."

Conan: !!! !!! !!!

Shocked to the point of not wanting to solve the case.JPG

The death god elementary school student trembled his hands, numbly adjusted the bow voice changer to Maori Kogoro's voice, and then numbly began to show reasoning.

When talking about the knife marks on the cabinet, Wakagi Ryo asked the maid to borrow a handkerchief, pulled out the drawers of the cabinet one by one, and then put them back to their original positions.

The knife marks suddenly became connected into the word "Suwa".

With the ironclad evidence in front of him, Suwa Yuji gave up his excuses and directly admitted that he killed Marudenjiro because he sold the family heirloom sword, Kikuchiyo, which he used as collateral for a loan.

"Just like this."

Suwa Yuji suddenly pulled out another knife from the display stand, rushed towards Maori Kogoro, raised the sword in his hand, and made a standard chopping start.

With a bang, the blade of the sword broke away from the handle and flew to the side and rear in the opposite direction of Suwa Yuji's momentum.

Wakagi Ryo took a step back calmly, watching the blade stick straight into the place where he had just stood.

Was he planning to skewer him for BBQ?

However, if he was not mistaken, when Suwa Yuji swung the sword just now, did Maori Kogoro's hand move instinctively?