Conan, who had no reasonable explanation, tried to find another excuse to defend himself after the conversation ended, but Yamada's answer just now made my plan go wrong.

"How is this possible!"

It doesn’t mean that that proves the big hole in the compression bag was an indispensable tool used by the sommelier, nor was it a sommelier’s knife that pierced the blanket!

Yamada nodded, and everyone was stunned when he spoke. Inspector Megure asked with some confusion, "What's so strange?"

"He was wrong, but at the time he mistakenly thought it was the boss cleaning."

Takagi, who was standing by, looked at Yamada standing behind the closet in deep thought and couldn't help but ask.

Obviously, facing Yamada's flawless reasoning, Conan Akira felt only deep despair in his heart.

"That's exactly what happened." Che Hang smiled slightly when he saw the red wine stain on his face. "It seems your judgment was correct."

Yamada's nose twitched slightly as he followed the scent to the lining of a white down jacket. "There's also a red wine stain underneath that smells just like the one under the blanket."

"When you came over, there was only the blanket under the sofa, and no one else was there."

Judging from the number, it is possible that it was left by the guests, and it can only be the employees who have been staying there.

Even just a few hours ago...

But the constant trembling of my shoulders and the constant sweat on my face also showed that I was a tough guy on the outside.

Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure looked at Yamada in surprise and asked, "What's going on?!"

"And why there's no such strange combination? It's because we need an eighth person to testify and confirm that the boss was outside the room."

As the suspects' words flashed through his mind, Yamada slowly connected everything.

The needle-sharp ice pick pierced through the blanket and hit the compression bag on top. Slowly, the huge bag finished inflating, and the collision slowly pushed the sealed bag up.

Che Hang opened the cabinet door while telling Yamada about his discovery.

"Does he really think that the boss would hide in a place like this?" Hearing Conan's obviously reasonable words, Maori Daishichiro found it outrageous and asked back at the other party.

One of them must be mentioned, it was naturally the one drawn by Mr. Hongjiang, and the other one was not drawn by Mr. Conan.

But the two people who came there to look for someone were Mr. Conan and Mr. Hongjiang.

Yamada's question was met with unanimous agreement from everyone, and Che Hang added, "Then all we need to do is take out the boss's shoes that we hid on the sofa right after the event. Then we can create the illusion that the boss is sleeping."

Yamada's firm tone made Conan's face change, and I looked at the fear on his face and said the fatal words: "The reason is that there is a big hole under the blanket under the sofa.

This is called bouchonne, and it’s caused by the residual cleaning fluid from the cork-making process, which can cause the wine to spoil and develop a cork-like taste.

"You bought a blanket, an ice pick, a compression bag, and seven thicker layers of clothing!"

When everyone heard Gao Mu's words, they nodded consciously, and Che Hang smiled and took out a sharp ice pick.

Seeing Hong Jiang's guarantor shift the suspicion to himself, Che Hang Huangtong felt a huge pressure. "You, you really didn't let Hong Jiang go to the lounge with you to look for it, because there are no lockers or cabinets outside the room."

Che Hang said these cruel and biting words in a cute tone: "A real sommelier could do this.

Inspector Megure also thought so, so as soon as he opened his mouth to believe the two of them, Hong Jiang Baoren immediately stepped forward and explained: "You are Mr. Conan and I asked you to come with me to find someone. Is that wrong?"

Conan Akira looked at Hong Jiang Baoren next to him and said, "You were together at the time, did he see you do those actions?"

"But if we use that to pierce the top compression bag, we can instantly create the boss's hometown where he sleeps on a blanket."

Yamada said, "He instantly created the illusion that the boss was sleeping under the sofa."

"I understand!" Tanigi nodded seriously and left the restaurant.

The warehouse on the other side is smaller than the lounge because it stores goods and doesn't have rows of cabinets or blind spots, so logically there should be fewer people looking for it, but at the front, there was only Sister No-Banchang."

Just as Yamada was about to continue, Inspector Megure interrupted me and said, "You heard from a sommelier I know that the screws in the wine caddy can pierce the cork, causing sawdust to fall into the wine."

"Now that you put it that way, it's indeed quite strange," Inspector Megure said.

"That's right, he doesn't have the habit of smoking."

As the small door opened, Di Mu hurried back carrying bags of all sizes.

"Well, Yamada-kun, please wait a moment."

The next moment, pictures flashed in my mind.

"But there's always a chance of something happening."

Yamada looked at Conan with a playful look and said, "But all of that is only true if Mr. Conan is really a sommelier."

It is also said that these are cigarette butts left by two women before they smoke.

'Because you heard the vacuum cleaner before you cleaned it carelessly.'

"No, I haven't found anything, but to make it easier to explain, please ask him to buy some things for you."

Before Gao Mu became my apprentice, Xiao Jia was used to his lack of outstanding performance, so that little performance would make Da Lan believe something, and would only deepen that impression.

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