"What? We are also solving a case."

"That's right, adults are really unreasonable."

"Maybe we'll find some key clues!"

"It's good enough that you don't make trouble!" Kogoro Mori said unhappily.

During this period of time, Chihara Masako seemed to have low blood sugar and was about to faint, so the medical staff gave her an injection of glucose in time, and the progress of the investigation was delayed.

"If there are still no clues, this case can only be closed as an accident." Officer Megure said with a headache, "Brother Maori, are you still not sleepy?"

"...No, I don't feel anything at all." Maori Kogoro said with a half-mooned look, "I can solve the case even when I'm awake!"

"Yes, Miss Qianyuan did have severe hypoglycemia, but no one can prove that Miss Qianyuan's hypoglycemia started before Mr. Xiangshan's death."

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"So, according to my reasoning, Miss Chihara was actually pretending to have low blood sugar at that time. She really had low blood sugar because she injected herself with insulin in the room after committing the crime." Maori Kogoro's voice gradually became certain. "Normal people would not have such a serious reaction to insulin, but Miss Chihara happened to have diabetes. Moreover, at that time, Miss Chihara should have taken insulin shortly after breakfast and before breakfast. Taking it again in such a short interval would cause such severe low blood sugar."

"Maybe he's a classmate from my old school. After all, Conan is a new transfer here."

"It's actually a very simple principle. I remember the forensic officer said there was a fishing line tied to the upper reel, right?"

"Of course, that's to make the murderer relax his vigilance so that we can find more clues!"

"I'm the murderer? Are you kidding? I had hypoglycemia this morning and almost fainted just now. How could I have the energy to be a murderer?" Senhara Masako's face looked very ugly and her voice unconsciously became louder.

"I don't know. There isn't anyone like that in our class, right?"

"But you're here to have lunch, and insulin is usually injected fifteen to twenty minutes before meals. But there's still a long time before lunch, right?"

"Ah, I'm much better now." Senhara Masako smiled weakly, "Thank you for your concern, little brother."

"Hmm!" Maori Kogoro

"That's not the point! Who are you speaking for, Mitsuhiko?"

"……Yes."

"Okay, then I'll just name the murderer directly. It's you - Ms. Senhara Masako!"

"Yeah, it's possible."

"Ah..." Inspector Megure's eyes were narrowed, and it was obvious that he knew nothing.

"Hey, do you know which classmate Conan is talking about?" The three kids gathered together.

"Brother Maori, please tell me first, who is the murderer?"

Maori Kogoro paused and continued, "Then, you used the fishing line that you had set up in Miss Asajima's room a few days ago to pull down the sewing machine on the balcony. Because the fishing line was too thin, in order to avoid scratching your hands, you deliberately used Miss Asajima's quilt to wrap your hands before pulling the fishing line."

"Because most people don't have the habit of eating breakfast, they won't suffer from hypoglycemia easily. I have a classmate who doesn't have the habit of eating breakfast, and I've never seen him suffer from hypoglycemia!" Conan said innocently.

“Ahahaha…”

"Ah, yes, Mr. Maori," the police officer replied quickly.

"The recycling method is very clever. For an old-fashioned sewing machine like this, as long as the upper wheel rotates, it will drive the bobbin winder next to the upper wheel to rotate, and the thread outside can be collected and wound onto the bobbin at the same time."

"Hehe, no... I just feel it's a little weird!" Conan scratched his head.

Case closed? How could that be? What happened to Conan? Why wasn't he doing so well today? Xian looked at Conan, who was staring at Chihara Masako in deep thought, with some surprise. Shouldn't this Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era solve the case in no time?

"...Okay." The children reluctantly agreed to this statement.

"Yes--" Conan jumped out from behind the sofa, took out a one milliliter syringe wrapped in a handkerchief with a show-off expression on his face, "This is it!"

"Then, what I said about Ms. Chihara being able to pull the sewing machine out of the railing from inside the house was not groundless." Maori Kogoro paused, "You can take a look at the corner of the sofa. There is a clear mark. Because it is a leather sofa, this mark is much clearer than that of a quilt."

"Mr. Hinamori, do you like children too?" After standing up again, Mao Lilan asked Xian with a smile.

"Okay, I understand."

"After injecting the insulin, Ms. Qianyuan hid the syringe at the innermost part of the trash can and cleaned up everything before going downstairs. That's why Ms. Qianyuan went downstairs later than everyone else."

"That's true. How did the murderer do it?"

"Eh? Miss Senhara has diabetes?" Officer Megure was surprised, "She's so young..."

"......!" The three little ones blushed and immediately stood aside obediently without disturbing anyone.

As expected. Conan's glasses suddenly reflected the light, and Conan smiled as if he knew everything.

Xiao Si, come and watch Conan's famous scenes!

“Eh…?”

"Ah... no, no, sorry." Inspector Megure smiled awkwardly and made an apologetic gesture.

"That's probably just an appearance." Maori Kogoro sat on the sofa with his head slightly lowered, looking unusually serious. "In fact, Miss Chihara was just pretending to have low blood sugar at that time. In fact, she was fine."

"Don't worry, Ms. Chihara. You can listen to my reasoning next." Maori Kogoro's voice was a little soothing. "Today, after you came to Ms. Asajima's house and chatted for a while, you used the excuse of dizziness and headache to go to Ms. Asajima's room."

"Then Ms. Chihara must be taking insulin regularly?" Conan said innocently, "My father has a friend who has this disease, and he often has to go to the hospital to buy insulin."

Then you are the one who broke it...Inspector Megure's Half Moon Eyes.

"Ms. Asajima, your answer is very important to us. Please answer truthfully." Inspector Megure looked at Asajima Kihide seriously.

As expected of Mr. Hinamori, he hit the nail on the head... Conan sweated. Actually, his father had never taught him about this kind of sewing machine. He only knew these things by accident when he was hanging out in Mr. Hinamori's shop. At that time, he thought it was some strange knowledge, but he didn't expect to use it today.

"Wait, what are you talking about, detective? This is ridiculous. I laid out the fishing line in advance? And why on earth could I remotely pull the sewing machine out of the house?"

"This disease is not limited to age, right?" Senhara Masako's tone was a little bad, "What's the problem?"

"Yes, there are indeed marks, and they are exactly the same thickness as the fishing line!" The police officer gestured while holding a bag containing fishing line.

"Then Miss Asajima, can you tell me, is this syringe yours?" Instead of answering Chihara Masako, Maori Kogoro asked Asajima Kihide.

"Is this... okay?" Officer Megure hesitated. "But how did the murderer retrieve the fishing line? In this case, the length of the fishing line must be quite long."

“……” Senhara Masako was silent.

His eyes widened at the time, and then his expression gradually relaxed. A dazed look appeared on his face, and his body slowly relaxed. After turning around the living room several times in an artistic manner, he sat down on the sofa with precision.

Inspector Megure nodded and looked at Maori Kogoro: "It is indeed as you said, Maori brother, what next?"

"That's right, what do you mean, Conan!" Genta waved his fist, "We found it together, right?" "Come to think of it, it seems that Conan found the syringe alone..." Mitsuhiko said in a low voice.

"Well... okay. Masako did come here." Asajima Kihide sighed, "Because Masako and I have a good relationship, she comes here almost every once in a while, and these days she comes almost every day."

【Here it comes! 】

"Well... of course, kid." Senhara Masako looked a little ugly, and I don't know if it was because her hypoglycemia had not yet recovered.

[…Host, Conan solves cases by carefully discovering them bit by bit. How can he see through everything at a glance?]

Ah, it seems that Conan has solved the case... Seeing the reflection in the glasses and Conan's smile, Xian suddenly felt that he could start watching the show from the front row. The first thing he had to watch was Kogoro Mouri being anesthetized by an anesthetic needle.

"This...what do you mean? Masako clearly said a long time ago that she was not feeling well and went to my room to rest?" Asajima Hide was stunned.

"...Didn't you just say that this was an accident?" Senhara Masako couldn't help but say.

Conan went around behind the sofa, and with the help of the sofa as cover, he raised his watch and pointed it at Mouri Kogoro. Just as the police were about to pack up, a needle shot into Mouri Kogoro's neck.

"But before that, I have another question, Ms. Asajima." Maori Kogoro paused and said, "Before today, has Ms. Chihara ever come to your house?"

"Ah... it's not mine. This syringe should belong to Masako... because she has diabetes, so she needs to inject insulin before meals..." Asajima Hide looked at Chihara Masako and said hesitantly.

"That's right, I already understand how the murderer committed the crime!" Conan quickly hid behind the sofa, took out a bow-tie shaped voice changer, and spoke in the voice of Kogoro Mouri.

"Well, no matter who found it, as long as the case can be solved successfully, it's good." Xian squatted down and used the [Smile of the Virgin Mary] to appease the dissatisfied young detective team, "And Conan did the right thing. Mr. Maori is a very good detective. He knows what this syringe does."

"Yes, this is Miss Chihara's stuff. Miss Chihara, do you deny it?"

"Please don't get excited, Miss Chihara." Conan quietly poked his head out from behind the sofa to look at the situation in the living room, and spoke carefully, "I have a reason for being suspicious. Conan! Take out the things you found in Miss Asajima's room!"

As he spoke, Conan adjusted his position so that the people coming to inspect could not see him.

"Don't be anxious, Miss Senhara, let's reason slowly." Conan looked around and always felt that someone was watching him.

Brother Xian... so gentle!!! On the other hand, Chihara Masako felt a little unnatural after seeing the syringe. Her lips moved a few times before she squeezed out a sentence: "...What are you doing? It's just a syringe. What's so strange about it?"

"Report! There are indeed such marks."

Diabetes... then the thing in the syringe is very likely...

"Ah, I think this is because Masako was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes a few years ago," Asajima Hide explained.

"In other words, Miss Qianyuan came to your house yesterday, the day before yesterday, or even the day before yesterday?"

Conan's eyes suddenly widened when he heard the children's whispered discussion, and Xian couldn't help but curl his eyebrows.

"The principle is actually very simple. Just wrap the fishing line around the sewing machine.

"Yes, Maori brother, we all saw what Miss Chihara looked like just now."

Well, that makes sense. But if he doesn't solve the case, it will be closed as an accident! How can there be accidents in Conan? "...Um!" Conan suddenly spoke up, and asked with concern, "Sister Chihara, are you okay?"

"…What on earth do you want to say, detective?!" asked Senhara Masako unhappily.

"What's strange about that? Don't always be weird, little kid. Even low blood sugar is strange?" Kogoro Mouri waved his fist.

"What? Conan, you actually helped that uncle!" Ayumi looked at Conan's actions in shock.

"Such a reaction...Brother Maori!" Inspector Megure was delighted, "Do you know the murderer?"

"What?!"

"So what if it's mine?" Chihara Masako frowned. "Ki Hide invited me and Xiangshan-kun to dinner, so of course I have to inject insulin before the meal."

"...Well, because they are all very cute and good kids." Xian continued with a smile.

"Then how did the murderer make the upper wheel rotate?" Xian suddenly asked, "You know, for this kind of sewing machine, especially when it is separated from the pedal below, only the hand-cranked upper wheel can make the winder rotate."

"...Hey, this is your guess, right? You are not me, how do you know I am pretending? I am already feeling so miserable, and you still want to say that I am the murderer?" Senhara Masako seemed to be very excited, her voice trembled a little, and her eyes were red.

"First of all, there is indeed a trace of a string pulling on a corner of Ms. Asajima's quilt. Officer Megure can ask the police to check it out."

"The reason they are tied together is because the murderer needs the upper wheel to rotate." Conan closed his eyes and simulated the process of the upper wheel rotating on the sewing machine in his mind. "When the murderer pulled the fishing line, the fishing line tied to the upper wheel would rotate the upper wheel because the sewing machine tilted outward. When the sewing machine fell, it was impacted, causing the upper wheel to rotate quickly, thereby driving the winder and collecting the fishing line into the bobbin."

"It's so complicated..." Inspector Megure continued with a frown.

"As for the fishing line originally tied to the upper wheel, because the police officer said that the material was more fragile, only a coil was left tied to the upper wheel. I guess the other end of the fishing line was actually something in the box on the balcony. After the fishing line broke, the remaining line was hidden in the box along the gap of the wooden box."

"So, all we have to do is check those wooden boxes and see which one contains a broken piece of fishing line, and then the truth will be revealed." Conan moved the voice changer away and breathed a long sigh of relief. He had finally finished his reasoning.

(End of this chapter)