"But the crime scene is very close to the elevator, so we can get there quickly, and you are the only one who is not there and has plenty of time." Aoko Minato quietly took two steps back and looked at Ryuyama Moritaro with a vigilant look.
"Please, I really didn't kill anyone." Ryuyama Moritaro looked aggrieved. He was really working on his creation. How could he have nothing to do and go kill someone? He didn't have the guts to do that.
Edogawa Conan looked at Hiragawa Toru thoughtfully and asked:
"Boss, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, kid."
"What's the maximum weight capacity of that freight elevator?"
"45 kilograms, any more and it wouldn't work."
Edogawa Conan thought of the weight that Xiaolan mentioned, smiled and looked at Minato Aoko and said:
"Sister Aoko, if the freight elevator's weight limit is only 45 kilograms, your reasoning won't work. Xiaolan weighs around 45 kilograms, but she had just eaten dinner before she was attacked, so her weight would definitely have increased, making it impossible for the freight elevator to operate."
Fujiwara Yu didn't expect that this kid would get cocky again, so he could only cough hard twice.
Hearing the cough, Edogawa Conan quickly reacted. He looked at Takashi Sosuke with a smile and said:
"Brother Ying Si, you are amazing! This is exactly what you thought before. I didn't expect you to have guessed that the freight elevator couldn't complete this series of operations!"
"...Okay, stop praising me. I don't understand how the murderer did it either." Fujiwara Yu rolled his eyes, and there was a hint of disgust in his tone.
Seeing that the investigation could not reveal any problems, Fujiwara Yu had no choice but to ask everyone to go back to their rooms to rest and not to leave their rooms tonight. Even if he, a policeman, came to knock on the door, no one was allowed to open the door.
He returned to his room with a lot of things in his hands.
There is the ballpoint pen left by Ryuyama Moritaro in the lounge, the handkerchief used by Nekoma Junko, and the handkerchief of Hiragawa Toru.
He took away one of the items used by each person, in order to use them as a medium to eavesdrop on whether they slept well through contact.
What Fujiwara Yuu didn't expect was that continuous use of the power of wind would cause him to fall into a coma.
A second before he fainted, he couldn't help but curse in his heart: Bastard goddess, why didn't you tell me this in advance!
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