Chapter 300 The 'Designated' Suspect
However, Inspector Nakai seemed intrigued. "Oh? Would you be so kind as to let me witness Detective Mouri's deductive skills today?"
"Yes, yes, although I'm here for a concert today, it would be a great honor to also witness the reasoning of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri!"
Some people around even chimed in.
Being praised so highly, Kogoro Mouri felt embarrassed and had no choice but to shamelessly agree.
Conan chuckled inwardly before scanning the crowd with his sharp gaze, noticing a few people whose expressions changed slightly upon hearing Uncle Mori's name.
Could the strong reaction be related to this case?
Having agreed, Kogoro Mouri squatted down beside the corpse, observing it with a serious expression.
Conan took the opportunity to slip away to the body.
Then, he saw a wisp of cotton in the deceased's shoe, and a look of doubt immediately appeared on his face.
Is this cotton? How did it get into my shoe?
After examining the body, Conan slipped over to the chair where Black was sitting and took a few more glances.
Based on the location of the needle hole, Conan noticed a trace of glue on the left leg of the chair.
If the needle was placed in this spot beforehand, it is indeed possible that the deceased would touch it.
However, the problem is that this method has too many uncontrollable factors, and it is impossible for the murderer to be so precise that no accidents will happen.
Furthermore, under what circumstances did the murderer take the needle away?
Wait a minute, the murderer didn't necessarily stand the needle on the chair leg and wait for the victim to put their foot on it.
If it were a direct confrontation, then the people sitting around Blake would be highly suspicious.
Just as Conan realized this, the police brought over the group of people sitting next to Black.
Seated to his left was Sadako Kasuga, to his right was Masato Yokoi, and behind him was Nelson, who was also a foreigner.
Sadako Kasuga, with her hair braided, crossed her arms and looked indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about Blake, who had died beside her.
Despite his refined appearance, Masato Yokoi's gaze was slightly flustered, glancing at Kogoro Mouri every now and then.
His appearance puzzled Conan, who then paid him more attention.
Nelson, on the other hand, looked somewhat helpless and saddened, his gaze occasionally falling on the dead Blake.
Well, these three people all seemed... quite suspicious.
"Excuse me, was my teacher really murdered?" Nelson asked Officer Nakai in a thick native accent.
"It's unclear at the moment, but the blood test results will be available soon, so I'd like to ask you to come out early and experience what it's like to be treated as a suspect," Officer Nakai said calmly, arms crossed.
Conan: ...
This police officer is really something...
He sized up the three suspects, whom Officer Nakai had "handpicked," and noticed that they all had identical plush pendants the size of a baby's fist hanging from their wrists. With the innocent curiosity of a primary school student, he asked, "What are these things? Do all of them have them?"
Kasuga Yoshiko glanced at the pendant, her tone casual, "Oh, you mean this? It's a little gift you get for attending this concert. What, little brother, you don't have one? Do you want me to give you mine?"
As she spoke, she took off the pendant and then bent down slightly to hand it to Conan.
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