"Detective Mouri, is there any deep meaning in this..." The bald middle-aged man came up with cold sweat on his forehead and asked Mouri Kogoro expectantly.
"It's not clear at the moment."
Maori Kogoro shook his head and looked at the shirts. "All we know now is that the total number of shirts is 13, an unlucky number..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Kogoro Mouri discovered that it was a man with a bomb tied to his body.
Although he had learned from Conan that the bomb on the other party was fake, in order to confuse the criminal, Maori Kogoro still pretended to be frightened: "Why are you coming closer again! Don't forget that you still have a bomb tied to your body!"
The middle-aged man stepped back majestically, while Conan, standing beside him, looked at the man's shoulder in surprise: "Oh, uncle, there seems to be a red mark on the shoulder of your coat."
"Hey, does this have anything to do with the current bomb case?" As soon as he heard that it was red, Kogoro Mouri immediately stood up and asked.
"this..."
The middle-aged man tugged at his clothes and said uncertainly, "I feel like someone's lipstick is stained on it... When I took the tram to the Mika Department Store before, it was always crowded..."
"What..."
Maori Kogoro was dejected when he heard this and said, "Anyway, for the safety of everyone, please stand away for now."
"I understand..." Faced with Kogoro Mouri's "driving away", the middle-aged man hurriedly went backstage in panic.
"Strange, there seems to be something else in this bag containing T-shirts."
Just as Kogoro Mouri was driving the middle-aged man away, Xiaolan, who was helping her father arrange the red T-shirts, looked at the paper bag in her hand and seemed to have discovered something.
"This looks like a receipt from when I bought a T-shirt, right?"
Xiaolan took out a torn piece of paper from the paper bag, looked at the contents, then looked at the T-shirt on the ground. After confirming it, she said, "It seems that the number of pieces also matches."
"You said there was a receipt?" Kogoro Mouri walked over with his hands in his pockets.
"I looked again, and there was also a receipt in the paper bag that only contained a T-shirt." Xiaolan said.
"It seems like there are receipts in other bags as well." Conan opened another paper bag and found receipts in it as well.
Seeing this, Kogoro Mouri asked the two to take out all the receipts in the paper bag, line them up on the ground and check them.
"Indeed, the date on the receipt matches the date on the courier receipt on the paper bag."
Maori Kogoro said in a deep voice: "In other words, the mailer bought the red T-shirt and sent it to me."
"It's a pity that the T-shirt was torn in half. I have no idea where it was bought from." Xiaolan said regretfully.
"But you see, last week's receipts weren't torn very much, so it seems like you can tell something."
Conan pointed at the receipt. Maori and his daughter looked at it and found that there was a "□" with a "+" symbol in the middle, and there was a slanted dot in each small square, which looked like a leaf.
"This is..." Maori Kogoro said in surprise, "The trademark of Beika Department Store!?"
"Yes, and the purchase time is all 12:28." Conan looked at the receipt and said, "Isn't this a bit strange?"
"I see! That's why the bomber was so sure the sender was on this floor."
Maori Kogoro was excited after hearing Conan's reminder: "Because the people who mail clothes always come here to buy T-shirts at the fixed time of 12:28!"
Halfway through his words, Maori Kogoro was stunned for a moment and then said, "Wait... Why would the sender buy this kind of clothes?"
"Could it be because this piece of clothing is actually a sports bra?"
Xiaolan, who is quite sensitive to clothing categories, smiled and said, "It's the kind of fiber clothing that absorbs sweat and dries quickly when you run or exercise."
"I see!" Maori Kogoro quickly looked at the female clerk beside him and said, "Ms. Tanaka, do you know where I can buy this kind of clothing?"
"That should be the sports counter." The female clerk thought for a moment and said.
"Then please take me there." Kogoro Mouri said solemnly.
"I understand. Please follow me."
Led by the female clerk, Kogoro Mouri began to move towards the sports counter, trying to find the person who had purchased the T-shirt.
As for Conan, he stared at the receipt with the Mika Department Store logo on it, thinking deeply.
"Mr. Conan, have you noticed anything suspicious again?" Looking at Conan's expression, Xiaolan, who knew him well, asked curiously.
"I was just thinking that if I wanted to hide where I bought the clothes, I could just tear off the upper left corner, but the other party tore off the upper right corner as well," Conan explained.
"Could he be a very careless person?" Xiaolan guessed after hearing this: "Could he be a very careless person?
I was just laying out my clothes and I noticed that the folds on them were messy and not like the normal way to fold clothes."
"Eh? Isn't this the normal way to fold clothes?" Conan asked in surprise.
"Yeah, look."
Xiaolan nodded when she heard this, squatted down and picked up the red T-shirt and said, "Look at this piece of clothing that was sent separately, isn't there a strange crease on it?
If you fold the T-shirt along this crease, it will look like this."
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