The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Not only Qin Zhibo but also Nishitani Hiroaki were waiting for notification from the hospital.

When he heard that the hospital issued a death notice instead of a survival notice, his clenched hands unconsciously relaxed for a moment.

In order to kill Michi Uemori, he consulted a large number of medical books, purchased human acupuncture point maps and pork tenderloin and practiced repeatedly, with the purpose of using the fastest and most accurate technique to puncture Mori Michi's lungs with acupuncture.

Every time Michi Uemori enjoyed the comfortable massage techniques, she would never have imagined that this was also a skill that Nishitani accidentally discovered when he was practicing backstabbing her. It was an unexpected gain.

But when it came to actual operation, some unexpected situations occurred.

The flesh on Michi Uemori's back is much thicker than that of ordinary people. Because she is a fat woman, the large sewing needle she prepared almost missed her lungs and almost failed.

In fact, when he heard that the two famous detectives Qin Zhibo and Mouri Kogoro were here today, he also thought about giving up the assassination.

But after going through inner struggles, he decided to take action.

On the one hand, an automatic blackout mechanism has been set up. If a detective discovers this mechanism, he will definitely guess that someone is trying to do something wrong with the family, and it will be difficult for him to take action in the future.

On the other hand, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. Only by killing Yoshitomo Uemori could this devilish impulse be quelled.

So when the power went out, he did it anyway.

It's just that he originally designed a method for the police to transfer the suspicion to outsiders, but he didn't want Sir to see through it easily, so he didn't even use detectives to take action.

And why the high school girl can see her actions in the dark? You must know that she also uses dark-colored contact lenses to allow her eyes to adapt to the darkness in advance.

But fortunately, the place where he hid the murder weapon was concealed enough that it was impossible for the police and detectives to find it.

While Nishitani Hiroaki was comforting himself, Qin Zhibo at the long table picked up his ball pen with white gloves, gently opened the nib, and poured out the pen barrel inside.

Nishitani Hiroaki: "!"

Qin Zhibo pointed the pen barrel at the fluorescent lamp above his head. There was a large sewing needle lying quietly in the turbid pen oil. He couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to.

"Officer Megure, I found the murder weapon, it's this one."

When Mumu heard this, he immediately turned his head and took the barrel of the ball pen. His face was shocked, "Did you say you used this barrel to pierce the body of the deceased? This one is indeed thin and long."

"." Do you think it's a clown performing the disappearing pencil trick?

Qin Zhibo complained in his heart and explained: "It's the sewing needle in the pen barrel. As long as it matches the thread and the ring on Mr. Nishitani's hand, it can be used to commit murder."

Qin Zhibo's words had a double meaning, which not only pointed out the murderer's methods, but also explained the murderer's identity.

"What?"

"The murderer is Nishitani?"

Everyone in the room was surprised and once again gave Nishitani a C position belonging to the murderer.

Without waiting for Mu Mu to ask questions, Qin Zhibo, who was pressed for time and had a heavy task, began to explain the specific techniques.

"Actually, Mr. Nishitani used the ring as a thimble, inserted the sewing needle into Mrs. Uemori's body, and then used the thread at the end of the sewing needle to pull the needle out."

"You must have been practicing this technique for a long time, right? You can do it so accurately and quickly."

The difficulty in guessing this technique mainly lies in how to insert the needle and take it out.

Along with the investigation point on the ball pen, there was also the ring worn on Nishitani's hand. Qin Zhibo roughly thought of using the ring as a thimble.

As for how to remove the needle from the human body, we can only say that Dongfang Bubai is Nishitani Hiroming’s grandma, no, grandpa.

Seeing that his technique was exposed so directly, there were fine beads of sweat on Nishitani's forehead, and his palms trembled slightly, but he still wanted to quibble.

"But it's impossible for me to see the teacher's position in the dark! I don't have anything like an infrared night vision device."

"It's colored contact lenses. You used them."

"Color contact lenses? What are these?" When such a new term came out, Megumi, Maori and others were stunned for a moment.

In this era, contact lenses were only used to assist vision, and few people knew that there was such a thing as "cosmetic contact lenses."

However, colored contact lenses generally do not affect vision, because the middle part is transparent and the colored parts are around the pupil. Nishitani's colored contact lenses should be specially customized.

Qin Zhibo explained in a more popular way: "When filming some movies, the character's eyes are a different color from ordinary people. It is not that the eyeballs are painted with oil paint, but that the actors wear customized colored contact lenses."

"Mr. Nishitani only needs to wear customized dark contact lenses to let his eyes adapt to the dark in advance, and then take them off when the power goes out to commit the crime."

"And this 'color contact lens' is now in the cream basin on your desk."

"Takagi, go find it."

After Megure gave an order, Takagi put on rubber gloves and rummaged through the cream, and sure enough he found two pieces of plastic soft leather.

Since Qin Zhibo had been watching Xi Gu's actions, he didn't need to investigate the point and saw what he stuffed into the cream basin.

Faced with a mountain of irrefutable evidence, Nishitani Hiroaki could no longer hold on. His knees softened, he knelt on the ground with a thud, and honestly explained his motive for the murder.

Nishitani has always wanted to be a good French chef and run a restaurant of his own, but Yoshitomo Uemori took a fancy to his talent and funded him to study in major restaurants in Europe.

But not long ago, Yoshitomo Uemori suddenly cut off financial assistance, which made Nishitani feel unhappy when he had to drop out of school and return to his country. He ordered this contact lens before returning to his country.

Also, I wanted to vent my anger on Yuko Komiyayama. After all, the original recipe is life to the chef, and it must be very unfair to have it taken away.

"Miss Yuko, I think you may not have noticed at all. I have been... since a long time ago."

Before Nishitani finished speaking, Komiyayama Yuko tilted her head to the side, "I know it very well, but I don't want you to do such a thing for me at all."

Seeing the obvious rejection from the goddess in his mind, Nishitani's face was shocked, as if his soul had flown thousands of miles away.

Perhaps being caught didn't hit him as hard as this rejection.

With the police taking Nishitani Hiroaki away as the murderer, this thrilling French cooking class has finally come to an end.

After completing the reasoning within ten minutes, Qin Zhibo gained 800 general skill proficiency and 150 social credit, making a sure profit without losing money.

Not necessarily for other people...

Standing in the yard, Yuanzi lamented in despair, why is his luck as a man so bad?

Men who look good are either scumbags, liars, or murderers. This has happened many times.

"The almighty god of love~ Do I have to rely on Ah Zhen for the rest of my life?"

Mao Lilan smiled and said, "Isn't Mr. Kyogoku very kind? Last Valentine's Day, Mr. Kyogoku came back from abroad specially. How touching~"

Thinking of that moment, Sonoko blushed and her ten fingers began to knot.

Seeing Yuanzi's shy look, Mao Lilan smiled like an aunt.

In order to prevent her best friend from becoming a scumbag, she took great pains to maintain their relationship from the side when Kyogoku was not in Japan.

Seeing this kind of sincere emotion between best friends, Qin Zhibo was also a little moved. It was rare to find such best friends who tried to persuade each other but not break up, and even took the initiative to defend them.

Due to the murder, no one had enough to eat, so Yuanzi suggested that everyone go to a nearby restaurant that was still open to eat.

After hearing this, Mouri Kogoro, who had already developed an appetite, was the first to respond and immediately raised his hands in approval.

But Qin Zhibo, who knew that Conan would only "strengthen his power" once a day, waved his hand and said, "We won't do it. Let's disperse first."

The “we” Qin Zhibo refers to are himself, Matsumoto Ryohei, and Minase Yomeng.

Conan watched with some surprise as several people got into Matsumoto Ryohei's van. He didn't know why these three people got together.

Also, if Nishitani is the murderer, it proves that Minase Yomu is not lying. She probably really saw Nishitani standing behind Michi Uemori.

But how did you see it?

Conan narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

"That's how I saw it."

Qin Zhibo quickly took Minase Youmeng away. On the one hand, he did not want to expose his whereabouts too much, and on the other hand, he wanted to find out what happened to her.

"What do you mean by 'seeing it that way'? Be clear."

"It's just that I can see clearly in the dark."

Minase Yomeng's explanation made Qin Zhibo feel a little incredible. He and Matsumoto Ryohei looked at each other, not understanding what it meant.

"You mean you can see clearly in the dark? Are you a cat?"

"What a cat! She is a serious beautiful girl~" Minase Youmeng responded sullenly.

Qin Zhibo looked a little shocked, but still couldn't believe it, and quickly asked Matsumoto Ryohei to drive the car into the dark alley and turn off the car lights.

Although the environment here is not too completely dark, it is basically impossible to identify some things.

Qin Zhibo took out a hundred yen coin from the wallet in his pocket and asked, "Can you see what denomination this coin is?"

"100 yen."

"what about this?"

"500 yen."

"this?"

"10 yen."

After many tests, Minase Yomu could accurately see the face value of coins in the dark.

This also convinced Qin Zhibo that Minase Youmeng had night vision ability, and the night vision level was even more accurate than night vision goggles.

Even Qin Zhibo's night vision device couldn't see the numbers on the coins clearly at a glance in this environment.

Turning on the interior lights, Qin Zhibo looked at the girl in front of him in surprise, becoming more convinced that she was not an ordinary human being.

The investigation system cannot access specific identity information, is unusually light, and has night vision.

Qin Zhibo thought for a moment and decided to continue asking.

"What other superpowers do you have that are different from ordinary people? Things that others can't do, such as flying into the sky and escaping from the earth, retrieving objects from the air, splitting mountains and breaking rocks, etc."

Afraid that she wouldn't understand what superpowers are, Qin Zhibo explained more specifically.

Minase Yomeng narrowed his eyes and complained: "Uncle, I don't know what you are talking about~"

"However, I seem to be able to sense the 'malice' of the people around me."

"Malicious? What is this?" Qin Zhibo asked, and Matsumoto Ryohei in the front seat also listened.

"That's right." Minase Youmeng muttered a little, but still said it, "It's just that if someone around me has bad thoughts about me, I seem to be able to vaguely feel it."

"When my uncle took me to find my home address that day, I felt your 'malice'."

Qin Zhibo's face was shocked again. It turned out that Minase Yomeng suddenly had a bad attitude toward him that day because he felt "malice" in him.

However, this feeling is not entirely correct. He just wants to send her back to his hometown and get rid of her relationship. He has no other bad thoughts.

Although it's not clear, this seems to be a mind-stealing ability? difficult to identify

Just when Qin Zhibo was thinking about how to determine this ability, Minase Yomeng suddenly got excited and looked at Matsumoto Ryohei in the front seat with trembling.

"Uncle Matsumoto, I feel the 'malice' in you!"

Matsumoto Ryohei was shocked because he really had a bad idea just now and wanted to "taste" it.

Qin Zhibo glanced at Matsumoto Ryohei's face and knew that he had been told by Minase Yomeng.

But thinking about it carefully, Qin Zhibo still felt something was wrong.

If this ability is so effective, then when searching for the Jiudaomen Apartment, he should be able to feel the strong malice of the surrounding tenants.

But why didn't Minase Yomu notice it at that time?

Qin Zhibo expressed his doubts, and Minase Yangmeng also looked doubtful.

"That's right~ Why didn't I notice their 'malice'?"

Qin Zhibo thought for a moment and made his own preliminary judgment in his mind.

If it wasn't because Minase Harumu's 'ability' was inaccurate, it was because those people had no ill intentions towards her at all.

According to this idea, when Minase Harumu was first rescued from the bandage male No. 2, Minase Haruumu's reaction was relatively relaxed, and there was almost no nervous feeling of being kidnapped.

Is this also because Minase Youmu cannot feel "malice" from the bandaged man Kato Akira?

But if there was no malicious intent, why kidnap Minase Harumu and target her everywhere?

The more Qin Zhibo thought about it, the more confused he became about the girl's identity.

"Uncle, I'm hungry. Can you find a place to eat first?"

Minase Yomeng suddenly complained that he was hungry, and Qin Zhibo had no choice but to put the matter on hold for the time being and find a place to solve the problem of his flat belly.

In the dark secret room, a group of gray-robed men meditated neatly with their eyes closed.

The hard concrete floor without a futon didn't distract them, nor did the stale air and clutter around them.

They all faced the wall, solemn and pious, as if entering a state that monks call "meditation".

And in the center of this wall, there is a poster-sized photo.

There is a gray fog spreading in the photo. At a glance, you can't see anything meaningful except "fog".

But if you stare at the photo carefully, you will vaguely find a hazy and slender figure standing quietly in the mist.

The walker in the mist looked extremely strange, jumping out of the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements.

At this moment, the man in gray robe in the middle of the first row moved slightly, and his body slowly got up from the ground.

When he stood firmly, he began to announce in a deep voice.

"The time has come."

"It's time to take my Lord home."