"Aha! I see, this must be a murder case! And the murderer is - you! Miss Asajima Kihide." Maori Kogoro instantly became excited, "Because you didn't want to marry your boyfriend, so you killed him before your father agreed!"
"Oh no! I took the initiative to bring Xiangshan home just to get my father to agree to our marriage!" Asajima Muxiu was a little flustered, "I didn't say that Masako and my father were in the living room, I just said that they were together on the second floor, because the second floor is not very spacious, and I always subconsciously regard the entire second floor as the living room."
"Is that so?" Kogoro Mouri frowned again.
"So, Mr. Asajima Saburo was the only one in the living room at that time, right?"
"Yes, I was alone in the living room at that time." Saburo Asajima nodded with a heavy expression.
"Then Mr. Asajima has no alibi." Inspector Megure looked at Asajima, "And if you were in the living room, then Ms. Chihara who was in Ms. Asajima's room would not be a suspect. Because you have to pass through the living room to get from the balcony to the room. If it was Ms. Chihara, then you would definitely see her movements."
"That's right! It looks like the murderer is you, Mr. Asajima Saburo!" Maori Kogoro once again showed a determined smile and pointed at Asajima Saburo, "Because you don't want to marry your daughter, you must kill this brat who stole your daughter as soon as possible!"
"Conan, what is this syringe used for?" Genta asked.
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Although that is what they say, it is very rare to actually find clues in a trash can. After all, most murderers would choose to clean up the murder weapon separately for the sake of caution.
"Ms. Asajima, has Ms. Chihara always done this before?"
However, Conan's guess that there is a clue in the trash can is not groundless, because according to the description, if the perpetrator is Miss Chihara, then she has no way to hide the extra fishing line somewhere else. If she didn't carry it with her, it is very likely that it is at the very back of the trash can.
"Eh? It seems you didn't have a good breakfast again?" Asajima Kihide said angrily.
At the same time, Conan looked at the sewing machine placed next to him, with an expression of "as expected" on his face.
"Oh, hush..." Conan made a gesture to keep his voice down, then came up to the group and whispered, "I suspect that Miss Chihara, who had rested in Miss Asajima's room, is the murderer."
"So that's how it is. Conan is more professional!" Ayumi instantly admired him again.
It's no use telling you. Conan's half-moon eyes, anyway, let's go to Miss Asajima's room and check it out.
If the fishing line was entangled in the sewing machine's bobbin, then it is very likely that the sewing machine was entangled in the fishing line and then pulled down by someone. If it was pulled down, then it seems very likely that it was Miss Asajima.
"Hey, Conan!"
Of course Xian saw the children's actions, but since no one else saw it, he just pretended not to see it. After all, there was no benefit in disturbing Conan's investigation.
Conan rummaged through the pile with his handkerchief, brushing aside scraps of handmade paper, discarded manuscripts, and the like.
"What's going on? Where are the medical staff?" Officer Megure suddenly became serious. He looked at the medical staff accompanying the ambulance. "Ah, we just found out that this lady has low blood sugar. She will be fine after sitting for a while. I didn't expect it to get worse." The medical staff hurried forward to check in a panic. "Miss, your hypoglycemia is a bit serious. Try drinking some pure sugar water first."
"What? Conan didn't tell us such an important clue!" Ayumi was very dissatisfied.
When Conan saw the fishing line, he slowly began to search the entire second floor.
Apart from the fact that the sewing machine suddenly fell down, which was very suspicious, there was nothing wrong at first glance.
"But in many cases, there are still many clues in the trash can." Conan glanced at Ayumi speechlessly, "Because many criminals may think that because there is a lot of garbage in the trash can, it will not be deliberately searched."
"Eh? Conan, aren't you going to watch anymore?" Xian started to walk back with the Junior Detective Team, and asked curiously, "Did you find anything?"
Officer Megure was speechless: "Next time you find anything suspicious, report it to me immediately!"
"Mmmm." Senhara Masako laughed.
"Strange, did I guess wrong? This shouldn't be the case. Conan thought about it and moved his eyes to the trash can.
"And the syringe has nothing to do with this case. We should look for the remaining fishing line." Yuantai touched his head.
After hearing this, Mao Lilan suddenly felt that something was strange, but she couldn't interrupt in this situation.
Wait, has this kid become Conan? Xian was shocked. Conan actually has such a high prestige among children? Xian led the Junior Detective Team back to the second floor and found that the scene was once solemn.
"That's enough! You lousy detective!" Asajima Saburo stood up suddenly and glared at Maori Kogoro. "I have raised my daughter since she was a child. Don't I know what she is like? How could she kill someone?"
“That’s right!” Mitsuhiko and Genta echoed.
But it was not fishing line, but a small syringe.
So we can only guess that the murderer is Miss Chihara who hardly spoke, but Mr. Asajima said that Miss Chihara was in Miss Asajima's room.
"But it's so strange!" Conan suddenly shouted, attracting everyone's attention, "If the sewing machine was entangled in fishing line, why is there fishing line only in the winder part, and not all over the machine?"
"What?"
"No, look, there is a strange mark on the corner of this quilt!" Mitsuhiko, who was searching by the bed, hurriedly called everyone over.
"What?" Officer Megure's eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier?!"
"Humph, you are such a troublemaker, maybe it was recovered in time! Anyway, wasn't Miss Asajima the only one there when you went there?" Maori Kogoro hit Conan on the head in dissatisfaction, "Maybe Miss Asajima has the discarded fishing line on her body now!"
"What? I thought I could find something more." Yuan Tai looked disappointed.
"Indeed, if Conan didn't find anything, then there probably is really nothing, right?" Ayumi agreed.
Seeing the length and thickness, Conan immediately looked up and around the entire structure of the second floor. If someone had used a fishing line to bring the sewing machine down from the second floor, then Mr. Asajima in the living room would be less suspicious because he would not have to go around the sofa to pull the fishing line.
Ah, got it.
"But that sister looks really uncomfortable. How could she kill someone if she was so uncomfortable?" Ayumi frowned.
"Well, I went there. The doctor said there was no problem, but he just asked me to eat breakfast well next time," Senhara Masako forced a smile.
"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be." Conan also checked. Recently, the weather has started to get colder, and many families have switched to cotton quilts. Once wrinkles appear on this material, it is not easy to restore. But Miss Asajima's family is a craftsman, and all the furniture related to fabrics is flat and smooth, except here.
"Conan, why are you rummaging through the trash can? It's so dirty." Ayumi moved away from Conan with some disgust.
If I remember correctly, the doctor said she had hypoglycemia. Conan's eyes fell on the syringe. If this syringe belonged to Ms. Chihara and contained a drug that could cause hypoglycemia, Conan felt that he understood, but he needed to verify it.
"Really not, I didn't kill that person!" Asajima Kihide was about to cry.
"It's in the bobbin of the sewing machine. It's not the normal thread used to sew clothes, but fishing line. There's also fishing line on the upper reel, but it's tied together, and the material is a little easier to break than the one in the bobbin."
"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down!" Conan came closer, "Because I found fishing line marks on the back of the sofa. Only when Miss Chihara in the room used fishing line would there be marks there."
"Yes, and you were the only one who knew whether Mr. Xiangshan was at the door at that time, so the sewing machine fell down at such a timely moment." Officer Megure touched his chin and nodded repeatedly, "You are worthy of being Brother Mori!"
"Just now, the officer from the Forensic Department told Officer Megure that the thread on the sewing machine was fishing line, so now they are beginning to suspect that this is a murder case." Mitsuhiko explained slowly.
So it must not have been long since this place became like this, and the marks are regular and of the same depth, which is very likely caused by the fishing line! And there is only one person who can use the quilt - Miss Chihara! "It seems that Conan is right, that Chihara sister is really a big suspect!" Yuan Tai was excited, "Let's go and expose her!"
"Brother Maori, you should think about it quickly." Inspector Megure was a little worried. "The biggest suspect now is Mr. Asajima. By the way, haven't you guys in the Forensic Department finished your investigation yet?"
The four little ones quietly entered Asajima Kihide's room while no one was paying attention.
"Brother Xian, let's go back!" Conan said innocently.
But just now I saw Conan showing that relaxed and innocent expression. Maybe he discovered something? If so, the case will be solved soon. Xian nodded in satisfaction. If the organization knew that he had dealings with the police, they would probably try to interrogate him again.
"Hehe, if you ask me, the murderer is you after all, right? Miss Asajima Kihide!" Maori Kogoro waved his hand, "There was a fishing line on the sewing machine, which means the sewing machine was entangled and pulled down, and you were the only one downstairs at the time, so it must be you who pulled the fishing line when Mr. Xiangshan was not paying attention, causing his death!"
"Huh? If you've been having hypoglycemia, have you gone to the hospital for a check-up?" Mao Lilan said with some concern.
If it was Miss Asajima, it would be impossible to explain why there was no fishing line wrapped around the sewing machine, and it was impossible for a woman to pull down an old-fashioned sewing machine on the first floor easily. Not to mention whether there would be a big movement to alert the deceased, her hands must be full of marks, otherwise the thin fishing line would not easily pull down a sewing machine. And that kind of marks will not disappear in a short time, and it may even bleed due to excessive force. Wait, what is this? Conan's eyes widened instantly, and he squatted down to take a closer look. There was a deep thin mark at the corner behind the sofa.
"Ah, Officer Megure, we have finished taking samples." An officer came over with a few forms in his hand. "So far, we have not found anything out of the ordinary, except for one thing that is rather strange."
"That's right! We are the Junior Detective Team."
"This..." Inspector Megure was in trouble again.
"yes"
Syringe? Why is there such a thing? Conan thought while holding the syringe. What can a 1 ml syringe like this be used for? Seeing that there was some transparent liquid inside, Conan fell into deep thought.
"Well, all the previous suspicious points were reported at the last minute, and some were discovered by Mr. Maori before they were reported." The police officer's voice gradually became smaller.
"Yeah. It looks like there are no clues here. Should we go out and look for it again?" Conan laughed.
"This!" Yuan Tai's eyes lit up, "Is this the mark of the fishing line?"
Conan looked at the people present, quietly moved to the door of Asajima Kihide's room, and reached out to open the door.
"Conan, what are you doing? How can you break into a girl's room without permission?" Ayumi grabbed Conan's clothes with one hand.
"I'm not the murderer! There's no need for me to kill him!" Asajima Saburo couldn't help but say, "Yes, any father would be unhappy if his daughter suddenly brought back a man who wanted to marry her, right? But it's not to the point of killing him after just one meeting!"
"Ah, it wasn't like this in the early years. It was only about a month or two ago that Masako suddenly became like this." Asajima Hide said after thinking for a while.
"Officer Megure, I cough, cough!" Senhara Masako suddenly covered her mouth and retched a few times, her face turning even paler.
But there is still a question: how did the murderer push the sewing machine down the stairs remotely from the opposite position of the sewing machine? "Ahem, I also think that Mu Xiu can't kill anyone." At this time, Chihara Masako, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke weakly, "Maybe this is really just an accident, Mr. Officer, I really feel unwell, can I leave early?"
"I don't know either. Maybe Miss Asajima has some disease that requires this treatment." Conan shook his head and decided not to jump to conclusions.
It was indeed not Miss Asajima who killed the person. Conan walked aimlessly, stroking his chin, and unknowingly walked behind the sofa.
"Mitsuhiko, what happened?" The three children quietly came to Mitsuhiko and wanted to ask something.
Wait, this Ms. Chihara is suspicious. Conan quietly looked at Chihara Masako, whose face was almost white. Generally speaking, hypoglycemia does not happen often.
"This..." Inspector Megure was in a dilemma. The presence of something like a fishing line which was not in line with common sense made it very likely a homicide. However, he could not find any evidence to prove anything. Was he going to close the case so hastily again?
Xian simply listened, and finally realized that this was a murder case. This time, he reacted too slowly. Could it be because Conan didn't react quickly? In fact, if he didn't investigate anything and didn't infer according to the plot, it would be difficult to determine at a glance that it was a murder case.
"No, it's not me!" Asajima Kihide waved his hands hurriedly.
"What?" Everyone was shocked.
"Hehe, no, the police officers checked very carefully. I didn't find anything extra." Conan scratched his head.
Conan was startled and turned around to see that it was Ayumi, followed by Genta and Mitsuhiko.
"Why don't we go out and ask again to see if there are any new clues?" Conan said.
"Okay! Junior Detective Team, let's go!"
"Hey! You bunch of little brats, when did you get into someone else's room?!" came the angry voice of Kogoro Mouri.
Oh no, I've been discovered.
(End of this chapter)