Inspector Megure looked at the pages of biological tissue in the file with an expression of extreme delight and anger.
But the opponent is also a very tough opponent.
Each plastic film bag on the outside of that kind of archival document book is independent. Rub the top of the plastic film bag with your fingers, but the opening cannot be rubbed open.
But it was not an unbearable stench, it was even more disgusting than the stench of white mud in the gutter that Conan smelled!
After hearing what Takahashi Naoko said, everyone present showed expressions of pain and frustration on their faces.
"But the pencil case clearly contains silver, white, gold, and other pens, right?"
"Anyway, ask the doctor to cooperate with your search." Inspector Megure clenched his fist and coughed twice. "You're going to conduct a back-door search of the laboratory. Is there a problem?"
"What!?"
Looking at Kogoro Mouri's shameless act of betrayal, the group of people all looked at him with contempt.
Then he used the slicer outside to slice up Mr. Akagawa's body and put it into the file book for archiving.
Seeing Xiaobai's true situation, Tang Ze Naoko said after a moment of silence: "First, it's about the slicer. Do you want to know how he knew about the relationship between you and Akagawa?
“That’s right…”
Before rubbing it open, reach back and separate the entire bag, forming a space similar to a file bag.
The trouble is, it was perhaps one of the most meticulous opponents we've ever faced.
They questioned three people in total, and when the eight suspects got to the key points, they would ask in return to confirm that they were the murderer and where they hid the body.
"Haha, how could Dr. Tang Ze be the criminal?"
As long as we know the method, we may be able to convict him in one fell swoop.
Maori Daishichiro laughed bitterly and said, "They've checked the room too. It's such a big place, there's no place that can hide Mr. Akagawa's body.
Conan looked at the cardboard boxes containing books, and a creepy thought flashed through his mind.
Could it be that the diary they found contained no information about your identity? If so, that's why they came straight to our door."
An Qing understood that feeling very well. Later, in order to confirm the correctness of my reasoning, I turned on my super sense of smell. Although the smell was very faint, I still smelled some.
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