Rekatis returned to the banquet hall and stood there as if nothing had happened, talking to the people around him.
He looks no different from usual, but those who know him well can tell that his mental state is not good, and he is far from his peak.
"Could you help me to the restroom? I feel like my leg injury is flaring up again."
After a short conversation, Rekatis spoke to Ricabare beside him.
“Perfect timing, I need to go there too,” McNold said.
Rikkabaré frowned, quietly assessed the situation, and then chuckled awkwardly, "It seems I have a bit of that too, hiccup, drinking too much makes it easy to need to pee."
So the two of them helped Rekatis to the restroom. In the restroom, Rekatis took something out of his pocket and threw it into the trash can when the other two weren't looking.
Then, pretending nothing had happened, she was helped out of the bathroom by the two men.
"Are you alright?" Rikkabare looked at Rekatis beside him and asked with concern.
Rekatis shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that the injury from before has flared up again."
As he spoke, he deliberately touched his right leg and gasped for breath.
However, it didn't last long before he straightened up and, with the help of the two men, returned to the banquet hall.
Back in the banquet hall, Rekatis said to Inspector Otaki, "Officer, can the three of us go back now? The other two say they want to go back to the hotel."
Inspector Ōtaki looked somewhat embarrassed and said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, we have regulations here. Please wait a moment."
"It's alright, Uncle Otaki. Anyway, none of the three of them tested positive for gunpowder. Celebrities can't escape it."
Suddenly, Heiji appeared and spoke up.
"But..."
“But before that, I’d like to ask you for a small favor, Rei.” Heiji looked up at Reicattis.
Rekatis frowned slightly: "Me?"
“Yes, I’d like to ask you to go to the room you’ve been in. There’s someone who really wants to see you; that guy’s a die-hard fan of yours.” Heiji said to Rekatis very seriously.
Rekatis hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
When he reached the door of the room, Rekatis was also somewhat shocked by what he saw. It was exactly the method he had planned, without the slightest deviation.
While he was stunned and speechless, Conan, leaning against the back of the stairs with a deep expression, said, "It's very simple to do this. First, just press the door to lock the guest room from the inside and then leave it completely open."
"Then remove the vent in the bathroom and take out the mop. This way, you can place the vent in a position where you can easily turn on the room lights."
"Next, wed the mop between the air vent and the switch, and you're done. Now all you have to do is kick the prepared soccer ball down the stairs."
Conan kicked the soccer ball at his feet with very little force. The ball bounced many times and slowly knocked over the mop that was stuck between the air vents.
The lights came on, and looking at the scene, Rekatis felt a chill of fear. Fortunately, he hadn't taken any action, otherwise he wouldn't have expected that one of the people present would be able to guess his method from this clue.
But another question may arise at any time.
Who put these things here?
However, he doesn't have much time to think about these things right now.
He turned to look at Conan, who was walking out from behind the stairs. He wanted to see who was the person who had deduced the correct answer from this information.
"If even a kid like me can do it after just two or three training sessions, then you, who were hailed as the God of Free Kicks when you played center forward, could do it even with your eyes closed, right?"
Conan's expression was complicated. On one hand, he believed that his reasoning was absolutely correct, but on the other hand, he didn't want his reasoning to be correct.
He longed for Rekatis to produce irrefutable evidence to refute his reasoning, but the possibility was too small, and he sighed inwardly.
"Even if it's me, what proof do you have?" Rekatis looked at Conan and said with a smile, "Little boy, you need to have evidence before you speak."
"When you fire a gun, the smoke will only get on your shirt and trousers. As long as you take off your shirt during the operation, put on your coat before sticking out the window, and then go back to your room to change your clothes, you basically won't be able to detect it."
Conan's face was full of disappointment. "You used this needle to deflate the soccer ball and then hid it in your shirt, didn't you?"
"I found this in the trash can after you went to the restroom. As for the soccer ball, it was found by the staff under the autograph table."
Conan's words made Rekatis increasingly suspicious. He had only placed one needle; he hadn't touched anything else.
Recalling Guangyou's words, Rekatis had a very bad feeling.
He wasn't stupid. From Conan and Kouyu's conversation, he concluded that someone was deliberately framing him, but he had no clue who was behind it.
"But how can you say that I put it there?" Rekatis looked up at Conan, puzzled. "There shouldn't be any fingerprints on it."
"Actually, that reporter had already stated that the gesture he made with his right hand was something you would make when eating sushi, and as for the belt on his left hand, it referred to the band."
"In the sushi restaurant, the staff are used to communicating with codes. Among the dishes in the restaurant, this refers to dish number eight, and this is the message left by Ed before he died."
Conan's words further confirmed Rekatis's thoughts. In his opinion, if you can even struggle to make a move, would it kill you to just write an eight on the ground?
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