My words struck Conan like a bolt of lightning. I paid attention to him as soon as I entered the room and saw his expression of sudden enlightenment.

Then he lowered his head slightly, his eyes reflecting the light, revealing a very confident smile.

I just went next door to have a brief exchange of feelings with Sir An, and there has been a breakthrough here.

Just as I was thinking about it, Conan suddenly pulled my sleeve.

I squatted down according to his strength.

"Hey, Fūya-san, was there anyone else there when you were doing Mr. Rokujo's makeup? Was there anything strange?" he asked in my ear.

I thought about it for a while and realized that Conan and I might have a slightly different idea. "No one has come in, but there were a lot of footsteps at the door, and someone was walking around. The dressing room is a special place. If it is closed, no one would force their way in. At that time, Mr. Rokujo asked to close the door, so no one has come in."

Conan stroked his chin, thinking about something.

Anyway, I have already figured out the trick, so I might as well give Conan a little reminder. Wouldn't that make me look smart?

"But speaking of strange things, there is one thing about it." I pretended to have a sudden inspiration.

"What place is it?" Conan asked seriously, his voice a little louder.

"We should really tell Takagi-kun and the others about this. Conan-kun is still too young." I smiled and prepared to stand up.

How could Conan back down at this time? He quickly grabbed my sleeve and even shook it left and right, saying in a coquettish tone: "Brother Furuya, I am also a detective! Besides, this is what Uncle Mori asked me to ask, just tell me!"

…Ahhhhhh!

Conan is really, so cute!

My heart as a tough guy is about to melt. This kind of crisp and coquettish voice is too perfect. Who the hell can resist it!

I forced myself to control my expression. I absolutely could not show the look of a pervert. I was not representing myself, but Jingguang's image!

"I see, if it's Detective Mori, he really needs to know these details. I didn't expect... Conan-kun is more capable than I thought." I couldn't help but stretch out my sinful hand and rub Conan's head, but my expression was stiff and the corners of my mouth were pressed down a little to prevent myself from screaming. "Actually, it's Miss Keiko. I clearly remember that when I saw Miss Keiko before, she was not wearing this outfit. Although they were all work uniforms, the size of the previous one was larger than this one. But it may be because something was splashed on her. After all, there are a lot of clothes in the dressing room next door, so it doesn't take time to change."

Now that I have given you so many hints, I think your smart little brain will have a flash of inspiration!

"Thank you, Brother Furuya, I'll tell Uncle Mori right away!" Conan looked at me gratefully. If this was some kind of galgame, I could already hear the sound of "favorability 10" now.

There aren't many assist players like me, so I have to establish this kind of image so that when the situation turns around later, he will be even more panicked!

Hahahaha, I can already foresee the source of my happiness.

After saying goodbye to me, he slipped away to the next room while Uncle Mori continued to talk and criticize Mr. Hasegawa.

I just don't believe it. In such a big place, even I find it hard to find the blood-stained clothes right away. How can you, Conan, find it?!

Direct reasoning and then using tools and people is the right way!

I gave up thinking about Conan's inherent 73 halo and looked up to listen to Uncle Maori's reasoning.

"According to the testimony, Mr. Hasegawa has been unhappy with his brother-in-law for a long time, especially because he is a blood-sucking worm and even caused your wife to almost have a premature birth. That's why you carefully planned this murder!" Uncle Maori posed very handsomely, and his "little fanboy" Sir An was there to help him. He was very confident. "The method is very simple. Although Mr. Hasegawa has been directing it, it is not the first rehearsal. In fact, everyone is very familiar with the process, and Mr. Hasegawa must be more familiar with it. Not only familiar, but also mastered the general working mode of everyone. After all, many of the staff present are Mr. Hasegawa's old subordinates."

"That is to say, what mistakes you might make and what you might do are all predictable to Mr. Hasegawa!"

Uncle Maori took a few steps forward. His tall stature gave Mr. Hasegawa a strong sense of pressure. "So, even though it's called an alibi, everyone only heard your command, but didn't actually see you. As long as you have a walkie-talkie and your tone is a little more aggressive, no one would dare to look at you!"

"——Yes, this is the perfect alibi!"

Although it seems to be true, according to my reasoning, it is not the case...

"As expected of the famous detective Mouri Kogoro, he saw through everything at once." Hasegawa lowered his head, making it difficult to see his expression.

And I - I can only slowly type out a question mark.

No, isn't it?

Are you trying to say that my reasoning is wrong?

I observed the scene carefully. There was no one who looked like Eri Kisaki, and there was nothing that reminded people of a lawyer. Uncle Mori shouldn't have made such a big deduction.

Um……

Sure enough, his reasoning was wrong. Hasegawa was just a scapegoat, but he should have taken the blame voluntarily.

Moreover, there is a saying that the method that Mr. Mori described is definitely possible, so it is very likely that Mr. Hasegawa did use this method, but...

Taking the blame for someone else?

My reasoning has been completed.

"The murder weapon was an eyebrow razor. This is a dressing room. If only an eyebrow razor was missing, no one would suspect me," said Mr. Hasegawa as he pulled out a knife from the inside pocket of his coat. There was some blood on it that had not been cleaned up, and the blade felt similar to the wound, so it was undoubtedly the murder weapon.

So - I'm not the first person to step into the scene.

It was Mr. Hasegawa. Not only was he the first to come here, but he also put the weapon on himself.

"That's weird," I saw that Conan hadn't come back from searching for evidence yet, so I interrupted Inspector Megure when he was about to put a silver bracelet on someone to buy time. "If it was Mr. Hasegawa, there should be more places to hide the weapon. It would be the least noticeable to just leave it at the scene."

Sir An followed up with my logic and said, "That's right, and even if you want to take the murder weapon away, there is no need to leave it covered in blood. Isn't that like saying - come and take me away?"

"I didn't intend to hide it. I should have been the one to clean up the house." Mr. Hasegawa looked relaxed and his voice was low, even like he was muttering to himself.

"Mr. Hasegawa is not telling the truth." I shook my head with some regret, thinking of the girl who almost killed someone a few days ago, and I suddenly felt a little sad. I don't know much about Japanese laws, and I don't have any memory of going to see Jingguang specifically in this regard.

For me, it is probably the basic logic of killing someone and paying for their life. Of course, intentional killing is punishable by death! If you are not afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of? If you are not afraid, why not do something else to change.

Mainly because I am timid and have a strong fear of death. The thing hasn't happened to me, so I can say such words so easily.

Although it is difficult for me to do this, I can understand why others are not afraid of death, especially those who are working for a greater goal. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh, "There are always some things that are more important than life and death..."

My voice is very low, and I thought it would sound good, but intuitively it sounded a bit immature and I didn't want anyone to hear it. I guess no one heard it.

"Fōgō-kun is right," An-sir's words startled me. Damn, are your ears so good? "Hasegawa-san is definitely not telling the truth."

I'm so scared. Don't breathe heavily when you speak.

"If Mr. Hasegawa really doesn't care about being discovered, you shouldn't have kept silent when Mr. Maori used the method of pretending to accuse you just now." Sir An glanced at him sharply, and then relaxed and flattered, "Right, Mr. Maori!"

"Um...ah, yes." Uncle Maori was touched by the shining smile and subconsciously agreed.

Just when I thought things were about to reach a stalemate and I had to think of some way to stall for time, Conan, relying on his small stature, had already slipped back from the edge of the room.

Absolutely.

He hid beside the sofa and showed his watch.

Oh my god, is it that obvious?

Is this completely a no-show?!

Don’t you think it’s really obvious next to the sofa, Conan?

I moved sideways without leaving any trace, using my body to cover up Conan's actions.

Really, if it weren't for the halo, Conan would have ended long ago.

With a "hiss", Conan's anesthetic needle added another touch of elegance to Uncle Maori's weathered neck!

However, this time there seemed to be some accidents.

Uncle Maori, your steps backwards are a bit crooked. You will fall to the ground if you continue like this. Conan, can you do it?

I quickly stepped forward and gave him a hand, allowing Uncle Maori to sit down smoothly.

"Oh, Mr. Maori, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing that he had sat down steadily, I quickly let go of his hand and looked behind me pretending to be concerned.

At this time, Conan had already hidden his small body in the shadow behind the sofa.

"No, this should be the first time that Mr. Furuya has seen it. This is the origin of Mr. Mori's nickname "Sleeping Kogoro". Once Mr. Mori enters this state, it is time to reveal the truth!" Sir An explained to me seriously.

As soon as Sir An finished speaking, Uncle Maori's voice came from behind the sofa, "Amuro is right, the words just now were all used by me to test you, and now my chain of reasoning is complete!"