My words surprised everyone, after all, the searcher I designated was not part of the police force - well, not on paper.
However, in Conan's worldview, detectives - especially Detective Mori's power = police power, so Inspector Megure has no doubt at all about the possibility of collusion between me and Sir An.
Of course, Inspector Megure's agreement did not completely convince everyone.
"But... Mr. Furuya and Mr. Amuro seem to have a good relationship. Did they really know each other before? If they knew each other, wouldn't it be possible to... fake it?" The person who spoke was Miss Keiko. Her hands were still shaking slightly, and her body was hiding behind the door frame, as if she was unwilling to step into the room where there was a dead person.
"This should be the first time that Amuro-san and Furuya-san meet today, right?" Conan glanced at Amuro-san Toru secretly.
According to the current clues, Conan does not admit that I am the murderer - especially after Uncle Maori pointed me out. According to my investigation, the report of the Suzuki train case has been written on the Internet, so Bourbon's identity must be confirmed by Conan. I just don't know if Conan has discovered the true identity of An Sir Hongfang.
I don't have enough clues, so I can't give an accurate answer.
"Of course, I'm here today with Mr. Mori to investigate Ms. Okino's commission. And Mr. Furuya, we just met and chatted." I noticed that Mr. An avoided the topic of "past acquaintance" with Ms. Keiko.
It seems to be effective. He has serious doubts about my identity.
Uncle Maori was very satisfied with this disciple who had been giving him money and satisfying his vanity, so as the main detective who identified me as the murderer, he also agreed to Sir An's request to search me.
Of course, a detailed body search would not be conducted in such a public place. After all, a detailed body search would require taking off clothes, and there are girls in the room.
Although Mr. Hasegawa, who knew the rehearsal venue better, said that we could check it in the small dressing room in the dressing room, I didn't want to do that.
I need a relatively quiet space to confront Sir An.
Therefore, the professional changing room next door is more suitable.
After entering the room, Sir An locked the door.
I pretended not to notice his action and took off my sweatshirt. "Amuro-kun, do you want to check this first?"
When I took off my single clothes, what was exposed was not my chest, but the bandages wrapped around it. I followed the spirit of Zai Zi to cover up the scars on my chest that could not be hidden.
Last time, I opened the door in the hotel in a sleepy state and was too careless. Fortunately, the bathrobe was opened to the right at that time, so the left side of the chest with obvious scars was not exposed, otherwise it would undoubtedly become a foreshadowing of exposure.
So after that, I never took off the bandage even when I went to sleep, fully demonstrating the bandage spirit of "Dazai-sama".
In the room, An Sir also temporarily put down the extremely friendly mask. Although he didn't show his true face, he still had an inexplicable coldness. He didn't take my clothes, but asked, "Isn't this the first time I met Fūya-kun? Why did Fūya-kun ask me to search you?"
When he spoke, the emphasis was undoubtedly on "first time".
"I just think Amuro-kun looks familiar, which makes it easier for me to explain--" I said as I turned out the inside of the sweater.
Of course, I took off my clothes not just to show off my bandage, but to take out the lancet hidden inside my sweatshirt - isn't the position I put it in very tricky?
The slender, sharp scalpel spun in my nimble hands. "It's easier to explain this."
An Sir's expression tensed, "There's a bandage around his chest. Is Fūya-kun injured, or is there some other reason?"
"It's just a habit, just like some people like to wear necklaces. There's no special reason." I pinched the sharpened side with my fingers and handed him the handle.
"You take this thing out so bluntly, are you trying to say that Mr. Rokujo's death is indeed related to you?" He did not take my lancet. Such a smooth surface is very easy to collect fingerprints. He is always vigilant and will not leave such a flaw.
I had no choice but to put the lancet back. "With Amuro-kun's keen eyesight, it shouldn't be difficult to find that Mr. Rokujo's wounds were not caused by the lancet. However, if this thing is found by the police, there will be a lot of explanation, so I want to ask Amuro-kun for help."
"Do you think, Fūya-kun, that I will help you deceive the police?" He took my sweatshirt, and with my observation skills I could naturally feel the very subtle movements of his hands.
He was checking my clothes for hidden pockets.
"Of course I'm not lying. I just omitted the unnecessary parts. After all, I don't have any 'weapons' on me, right?" I buttoned up my shirt.
He looked at my face, as if trying to figure out my purpose, but as far as performance was concerned, I was still impeccable, after all, I was well prepared.
"Then... Could you help me answer a question, Mr.
"If I can answer it."
"Why me?" His hands unconsciously exerted force, clenching the fabric of the clothes in his hands. "Aren't there many other options? For example, Officer Takagi. I heard from Conan that you two should be very familiar with each other."
"I would choose Amuro-kun for the same reason that Amuro-kun chose me." I adjusted the collar of my shirt, raised my head and looked at An-sir with an Asian smile.
He was stunned for a moment, and something very strong seemed to surge out of his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, as if it had never appeared.
He asked cautiously, "Same reason?"
"How should I put it? It's just -" I poked my cheek with my index finger, "It's the feeling of 'hit it at first sight', right?"
"Then how did you confirm that I felt this way?"
"Amuro-kun told me." I smiled and said nothing more.
Sir An also tacitly did not ask any more questions, but kept his guess in his heart. Then, he handed me the sweater and walked out first.
"After the body search, we didn't find anything suspicious about Fūya-kun. He's been here for such a long time, so Mr. Mori should have found new clues. Fūya-kun, tidy up your clothes and come back quickly." Sir An said with his back to me and left the locker room.
I laughed, the first level was passed.
My little script has officially taken the first step.
I touched my chest and felt my heart pounding. After all, this was probably the first time I officially wrote a script myself. When I was working on Naruto, even though I consciously designed some plots according to my own wishes, I basically just went with the flow and changed according to the situation.
But this time, because of this peculiar way of traveling through time - of course, it may also be influenced by the setting of Brain Flower, I have a strong feeling of wanting to cause trouble.
After all, who knows how many times I’ll travel through time in the future, so I want to give it a good try and create a complete character completely according to my own script.
I finally took the first step in the long march of thousands of miles.
I smoothed out the wrinkles on my coat. The relaxation after Sir An left made my five senses return to normal. Then a faint smell of blood came into my nostrils.
Is that the smell that comes from me?
Yes, but not entirely.
The source of the smell is a bit complicated. It's at the door, outside the door, and on me, but more importantly, it's also in this room.
The crime happened next door, so why is there a smell of blood here?
Just looking at the amount of bleeding on the dressing table, you can tell that this must be the first scene.
I looked up at the clothes hanging all over the room, and suddenly I understood.
With such a large amount of bleeding, there would be blood stains wherever she was in front of him. In a hurry, if she wanted to solve the clues on her body, the best way would of course be to go to the next room and change clothes.
There were at least three digits of clothes in such a large dressing room, and they were all kinds of costumes. Some of them were even deliberately painted with bloodstains. Even if someone really saw them, they would not be associated with the case for a while.
In this way, as long as the evidence is dragged over, there will be enough time to solve it later. And here, it is very difficult to find an extra or missing piece of clothing.
My nose is not sensitive enough to find the specific location of clothes among so many clothes by just a slight smell.
Maybe in an ideal situation, I could, but now that I've gotten used to the smell of blood, I can't do it.
However, we can infer something.
I have said before that the scene looked more like a crime of passion. The criminal's behavior was sudden and he was not mentally prepared. Normal people would have strange behaviors after killing someone, especially after killing someone in a crime of passion.
But there was one person who cleverly concealed this strange tension by using another event.
It is worth thinking that only the prisoner knows that there is a decisive piece of evidence in this room, so this person will definitely not want anyone to enter this room recklessly, in case he is found to be corrupted...
Thinking of this, I have basically solved the case and the chain of evidence is complete enough.
When I returned to the dressing room from the dressing room, I immediately saw Uncle Maori using his secret technique again, the Maori elimination method.
"I understand, I understand everything. The criminal must be you - Sasaki Masahiro!"
I heard the name as soon as I entered the room, and it took me a moment to realize that this was a member of the band. He had to go to the restroom for three minutes, and I put him in the suspect group of suspect C.
"What are you talking about! I don't have the time to commit the crime!"
"No, you did." Uncle Maori looked confident, with one hand in his pocket, showing his elegance. "In fact, before you officially went to the front stage for rehearsal, you had already had an argument with Mr. Rokujo. The evidence is Mr. Rokujo's messed up clothes and the injuries on your body. Then, in desperation, you killed him. In order to avoid suspicion, you must have used some disguise device, and then took advantage of the time to go to the toilet to quickly deal with it, and then exposed the body. Finally, you went back as if nothing had happened, and just waited for the body to be discovered!"
At first glance, it seems to make sense.
But it doesn't stand up to scrutiny.
"I just go to the bathroom before every performance! Also, although I had an argument with Rokujo, that was a few hours ago. Even the sloppiest person has already rehearsed once. Can't he tidy up his clothes by himself?" Sasaki Masahiro retorted loudly, "What other equipment is there? I haven't done it at all. Is this how the famous detective guesses and makes random accusations?!"
His words made Uncle Maori look a little embarrassed.
"Indeed, I also think that Mr. Sasaki is not the murderer. Mr. Rokujo was the last person to touch up his makeup, and because of his sweaty physique, his makeup was severely removed. The other band members went to the front desk together, so they should be able to prove each other's alibis. After I finished applying makeup to Mr. Rokujo, I also went to the front desk with him. At that time, I confirmed that Mr. Rokujo was still alive, so the criminal must have committed the crime after I left here." I added when I entered the door, based on the clues I now have, "Also, although Mr. Rokujo's clothes were messy, he didn't have any new defensive wounds on his body, so compared to fighting, I think Mr. Rokujo didn't raise any vigilance against the criminal, so there was no sign of resistance at all."
"There must be a trusting relationship between the criminal and Mr. Rokujo. The only strange thing is - if they are familiar with each other, why are Mr. Rokujo's clothes so messy?"