The mastermind behind Conan

Inside the Hell Exhibit.

Nervous as they stared at Officer Twilight, who wore white gloves and was cautiously trying to find something in the deceased's clenched hand.

"Really... There really !!."

Officer Twilight took out a crumpled card from the deceased's hand and asked cautiously, "Mr. Ashbara, are you sure no one has touched the deceased's body?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" Shiraishi nodded with a serious face.

"When we went to the guardhouse just now, no one touched or approached the body, did they?" asked Officer Twilight as he turned to the two officers who were surveying the scene of the murder.

"Yes!"

"Yes, no one came close!"

"Hmm... I got it!"

Officer Twilight breathed a sigh of relief, and then spread the paper ball on the palm of his hand, and on the card, there were two large scribbled characters: Kameda!

"W-What !!"

In the crowd, Kameda Saburo's face changed drastically, his eyes widened, and he asked in horror: "How, how can there be my name? No, no, no, no, no, you must be mistaken! It's not me, it's not me, it's not me!"

"Mr. Kameda, judging from the video, the murderer never touched the paper at all, and no one touched it after the body was found!"

Officer Twilight said, his eyes gradually sharpening: "All this evidence shows that this is the suicide note left by the boss before he died, that is, the death message!

"It's not right—"

Bai Shiwu looked at the card and frowned slightly, "I always feel that things are not that simple!"

"So, at the time of the crime around half past nine in the morning, did you have an alibi?" Officer Twilight stared at Saburo Kameda with a serious face.

"Ah, then, at that time, I really, I really was alone in the office doing the work assigned by the curator!" Iijima explained in a panic.

"Yes, I did command him to do something. Director Ochiai echoed.

"Well, no one can prove that you're really in the office!" Officer Twilight asked.

Takeshi Shiraishi did not participate in their conversation.

Alone on the ground nearby, he searched for it.

"When I watched the video before, I thought it was a little strange why Boss Manaka had a frightened expression when he tore off the card on the wall, and-"

"When he finished writing, it seems that he deliberately threw the pen away. Why is that? Found it!"

Shiraishi pondered, and at the foot of a beast-shaped armor, he found the pen that had been inexplicably thrown away.

"Hmm, the refill of this ballpoint pen was actually put in, which is really interesting... According to common sense, it is impossible for a person facing a gangster to cut and kill a person who would put away the refill—"

"Wait!!"

The corners of Bai Shiwu's mouth raised playfully, and his eyes stared at the group of art museum staff, "It turns out that you are the one who used the suicide note and surveillance to carefully plan this ruse, that is, the real murderer! Since my little pet loves it here, I'll let you go. "

"Officer Twilight, that armor was found in Mr. Kameda's safe!" said one of the officers.

"No, it's not me!!It's a misunderstanding!I didn't kill someone, I have no reason to kill Boss Manaka?" Kameda shouted in panic.

"It's useless, Kameda!"

Iijima Heki suddenly said sharply: "You secretly took out the art here to sell, a few days ago, the East Window incident happened, and you were forced by the boss of Machu to compensate a huge amount of money, isn't it?"

"Is there such a thing?" officer Twilight snapped.

"Yes, yes, I did secretly sell art, and I was forced by the boss of Manaka, but I really didn't kill him! Officer, you must believe me, I, I, I can't kill anyone!" Kameda sweated profusely on his forehead.

"And how did you even find this blood-stained armor from your safe?" said Shiraishi Takeshi with a slash.

"This, this—" Kameda shuddered.

"The answer is actually very simple, because you are the murderer of Saburo Kameda!" said Shiraishi flatly.

"No, no, no... I didn't kill, I, I didn't..." Kameda spoke incoherently.

"Now the evidence is conclusive!" said Shiraishi again.

"I, I didn't kill anyone, damn it, you guys get out of here, I didn't kill anyone!

"Arrest him!"

Seeing the police car leave, the corners of Bai Shiwu's mouth rose playfully.

He lowered his head, nodded on Miyano Akemi's lips, and said softly, "Wait for me here for a while, I have something to deal with!"

"Yes, yes!" Akemi Miyano's face was slightly rosy, and her beautiful eyes softened as she looked at the back of Takeshi Shiraishi leaving.

After Akemi Miyano sold everything to Takeshi Shiraishi, she never imagined that her current life would be so leisurely.

Originally, she thought that the man who had obtained all of her in the transaction would make all kinds of orders and demands on her, but in the past two weeks, Shiraishi Takeshi has always been gentle and gentle.

This made Akemi Miyano a little uncomfortable.

Because she has lived in a dark organization since she was a child, she deeply understands a truth: in reality, it is impossible to get something for nothing.

Thinking so, Akemi Miyano looked at the back of Takeshi Shiraishi leaving, and a firm meaning appeared on her delicate face.

Back inside the museum.

After asking the staff member Ochiai about the location of the curator, Shiraishi walked straight into the hell exhibition hall, which had fallen back into darkness.

Just walked in.

Takeshi Shiraishi saw the dark inside of the exhibition hall.

Director Ochiai was kneeling on his knees in front of the Heavenly Punishment painting, his eyes closed, and the entire exhibition hall was unusually quiet except for the sound of Takeshi Shiraishi walking.

"You, you're the same Mr. Gray Plains from before?" Director Ochiai opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw Takeshi Shiraishi slowly approaching behind him.

"Director Ochiai, are you repenting?"

As soon as this statement came out.

"W-What do you mean!? what do you mean by that?" Director Ochiai's face changed suddenly, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed.

(Three watches!!)