Detective Conan: Twelve Death Warlocks

"...In other words, what we did gave him a reason, that is, the reason why the ashtray fell on the ground."

"But what about the soot on the corpse's fingers?"

"That was the way he originally prepared to escape guilt. He said that the ashtray was accidentally knocked over by the president after he was attacked by gangsters. To him, in fact, no matter what it was, it didn't matter. After all, his plan was successful.

But, you can look at the photos taken by the forensic officers before to see if the cigarette ashes on this hand were a little too deliberate. In other words, this is because the murderer showed his feet. It’s me, and I can finally

Key evidence to identify this plan."

Hara Sadako asked into the intercom: "Who is the person who killed my husband?"

"Well..." Conan looked at the location of the room and smiled faintly, "The person who accidentally exposed himself when talking to the police before is the murderer. This person is Mr. Fukuda Kento, that's you, right?

!”

Kento Fukuda was very angry: "How is this possible? I have already said that we drank a lot that night, and it was the taxi driver who sent me back."

"Oh? Then Mr. Helai Yuichi, I want to ask you, do you still remember how you went back?"

"Well...actually, I can't remember, let alone how I got home. I drank a lot that day, and I don't even know how I left the izakaya."

"Yes, that's the key. Since you and Mr. Helai Yuichi were almost drunk, how did you know that it was the taxi driver who took you back? 'It was just that drunken state.' I think you don't quite understand either."

.So, I think you didn’t drink that much at the time, but you tried to cover up the past, or vomited it secretly. After that, you left there, sneaked back to the company, and then killed the president and did what you did before.

The method I mentioned. And you should be the first person to discover that the president’s body has not yet been discovered.”

Kento Fukuda laughed ferociously: "Officer, do you have any evidence?"

"Of course I have the evidence. Takagi, when will the police receive the case?"

"Yes." Gao Mushe opened the notepad and reported an accurate time, "It's nine o'clock and three minutes."

"Your company's working time is around 7:40, and you should start preparing today's materials at this time. The president usually arrives around 8 o'clock, so as a secretary, you should prepare it before 8 o'clock.

It's better to make tea, so why did you wait until nine o'clock before you found the body? In other words, before that, you already knew that there was no need to make tea this morning, because the president had been killed

In other words, the person who knows about this matter is the murderer, that is, you, Mr. Fukuda Kento, that’s right!”

"Oh? Is that so? That's it." Kento Fukuda saw the thermos cup lying on the table and felt helpless. "Unexpectedly, my hesitation became the best evidence that I was the murderer."

"Fukuda, did you really kill the president?" He Laiyuichi looked at him in disbelief, "Why did you have to do this?"

"Of course it's because he cut corners on the construction site. I don't think you don't remember this! I had a quarrel with the president in the office before. The main reason was that he cut corners on materials, even though it was already built according to that standard.

It’s qualified, but as an architect with a conscience, I know what will happen if it is used in this building. So..."

Kento Fukuda was helpless, but he looked out the window and smiled bitterly: "But I don't regret it. This kind of loophole in industry standards may never be smoothed out. So, I hope you can become a conscientious person."

The designer, not like me, like him, did something wrong."

When Megure Thirteen woke up, Conan handed him the walkie-talkie: "Officer Megure, your reasoning is quite exciting!"

"Ah? Conan, what's your reasoning?"

"Of course it was the reasoning for killing the former President Oiko. My uncle said that you are more imposing than him when you pose like a sleeping Kogoro. Even he is full of praise for you."

Megure Thirteen touched the back of his neck and said with some uncertainty: "Eh? Why don't I remember? Is it because I was subconsciously reasoning in my sleep and forgot when I woke up? No wonder that guy Maori

I often forget my own reasoning!”

Mumu Shisan took the walkie-talkie from Conan's hand, smiled and touched his head: "Well, okay, Conan, I'll go back then."

"yes."

Mouri Kogoro looked at Conan and then waved: "Conan, let's go! Let's go home."

"Uncle Maori, what do you think of this technique? Simply speaking from a criminal perspective."

"Well! I think it can be regarded as a high-intelligence crime. After all, killing people with skills will be regarded as an art by those perfectionistic murderers. But in my opinion, all crimes are wrong. As long as

With me, Kogoro Mouri, I can easily solve any difficult case."

Conan saw Mouri Kogoro's forgetful expression, with a slightly helpless look on his face. His uncle was really... bragging...

Conan heard the message coming from his cell phone, took it out and looked at it, and found that it was from Liu Kun, and the content was related to the "Twelve Death Warlocks". Conan's expression changed slightly, and those guys finally couldn't hold back and were about to take action.

Yet?

At the same time, somewhere in Tokyo, Japan, Okiya Miku and Guo Yixin were leaning on their motorcycles, with slightly nervous expressions on their faces, especially Okiya Miku, who seemed very confused about the current situation:

"What? Isn't it a bit too much for you to just let the two of us do this?"

"Then what can I do? Now, there are twelve of us, including the one you just brought in recently, which is enough for ten people. The Japanese side depends on you. Wait until I kill the detective named Aco.

It’s a good idea to help you.”

"Hey, hello!" Hearing the sound of hanging up the phone, Okiya Miku felt a little resentful. Is it possible that our own people are going to fight with our own people?

Guo Yixin also heard the other party's instructions from another pair of headphones, and was helpless. Then she called her brother Aco on her personal mobile phone. To her surprise, he didn't answer. Guo Yixin had to send an email to him.

The numbers marked on the work email are all encrypted. For Aco, decryption is not difficult.