Chapter 3420 3432 [Is the murderer me?] Ask for monthly ticket (づど)
The "assault policeman" listened to this in silence, but finally couldn't help himself and retorted bitterly, "That doesn't mean anything! Maybe Mishima wanted to die and was afraid of the gun, so he kept the muzzle far away from him!"
Jiang Xia sighed: "Your plan is very good, but unfortunately, there was a small accident along the way."
As he said this, he suddenly looked at Conan next to him.
Conan: “!”
You, how do you know what I was doing just now?! Weren't you talking to Inspector Megure just now? You're too observant.
However, with the impending storm looming, Conan had no intention of competing in these cases. He raised his hand and quietly pointed at the forensic officer beside him.
Jiang Xia then looked at the policeman again.
"Oh!" The forensic police officer came to his senses and quickly took the evidence bag that had just been expedited: the kid with glasses next to Mr. Jiang Xia suddenly handed him a badge and asked him to check the fingerprints on the badge to see if they could also be found on the murder weapon.
Now, the fingerprint examination has yielded results. He reported, "Besides Mr. Mishima's fingerprint, there's another fingerprint on this murder weapon—an exact match to the one on this badge."
"That armband..." Yoshida Ayumi said in surprise, "It looks like it belongs to Genta?"
"What?!" Kojima Genta's face turned pale. "So... the murderer is me?"
Yoshida Ayumi's eyes were filled with tears: "No!"
Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya was also confused for a moment, but soon he understood: "Genta, when did you touch the dead man's pistol?"
Kojima Genta was so anxious that he kept shaking his head and hid away from Jiang Xia: "I didn't touch it! I don't know why my fingerprints are on it!"
Conan was almost knocked down by him, so he had to stand up and say: "Of course you didn't touch the gun in the deceased's hand, but before here, when we were waiting for someone at the shrine, didn't you touch the gun on Mr. Honda's waist?"
Kojima Genta suddenly realized: "That's right!"
Honda Osamu was stunned. He never expected that his assassination plan, which he had been planning for a long time, would fail because of a naughty kid's casual touch.
What made him even more unbearable was that this little flaw could be erased with just a simple wipe...but he didn't notice it and didn't wipe it off!
"I see!" Inspector Megure looked at the evidence before him and understood it completely. He looked at Honda Osamu and said, "The fingerprints left by that child are the evidence that you switched the guns. Do you have anything else to explain?"
“…”
There was a silence.
After more than ten seconds, Honda Osamu sneered and fell back onto the sofa exhausted.
Seeing his expression, his skeptical classmates finally became convinced that he was the murderer. Saotome Souka was incredulous: "Why...why did you do this? Weren't you good friends before?"
"Good friend?" Honda Osamu laughed sarcastically. "It may seem so on the surface, but to me, Mishima has only one identity - that is, the enemy who killed my brother!"
"Kamen Rider" was stunned: "Your brother? You have a brother? How come I have never seen him?"
Honda Osamu showed sadness: "Because I just met you half a year ago, and my brother Hiroshi passed away two years ago.
"Two years ago, my brother won a prize in a magazine and got an autograph plate signed by Kamen Rider. He took the plate with him and wanted to show it to his classmates.
"On the way to his classmate's house, a man on a motorbike passed by him, snatched the signature board from his hand, and drove away.
"My brother hurriedly chased after him, but just as he turned the corner, he was hit by a truck... He struggled on the verge of death for two days before finally succumbing.
"And his last words to me were 'Catch the Kamen Rider.'"
Honda Osamu recalled the scene before his brother's death and slowly clenched his fists:
"Later, in order to find the guy who killed my brother, I joined several Kamen Rider fan clubs - I pretended to be a Kamen Rider fanatic, just to collect various clues and find the enemy.
"Hard work pays off. Finally, half a year ago, when I went to visit Mishima's house, he took out an autograph pad and showed it off to me. That autograph pad... was the one that was stolen from my brother!"
"In addition to Kamen Rider's signature, it also clearly has the words 'to Hongzhi' written on it. But that fellow Mishima shamelessly said that it was his!
"I suppressed my anger and asked why it wasn't written in his name. Mishima then smiled and explained that it was a gift from his brother after he won the lottery.
"But I know for sure he doesn't have any older brother! This is the autograph pad he snatched from my brother. He's the one who killed my brother!"
Having suppressed his hatred and been "friends" with his enemy for so long, Honda finally let out a sigh of relief after telling the truth.
He looked around at the "Kamen Riders" and "Monsters" filling the room, then at Jiang Xia: "Did you know? Although it wasn't explicitly written in the drama, the author of Kamen Rider actually gave the protagonist a background in which his sister was murdered when designing the story.
"And I, in order to deal with the man who killed my own brother, sneaked in here with another face... I don't know when it started, but I feel more and more that I am the real Kamen Rider."
The policemen had never seen Kamen Rider, so they listened patiently as usual, then took the prisoner, who seemed to be lying down, into the police car and sent him to the police station.
Only three elementary school students from the Junior Detective League gathered together and murmured in dissatisfaction: "Although this big brother is miserable, Kamen Rider is not acting for revenge, but for justice!"
"However, it seems that big brother is a fake fan from the beginning. It's normal that he doesn't understand..."
…
After the case was over, Jiang Xia looked at the time and said to Inspector Megure, "This place seems to be not far from the Metropolitan Police Department. I'll go and take a statement."
"Oh?" Inspector Megure was startled for a moment, then nodded in surprise, "Okay!"
Brother Jiang Xia used to be very active in taking statements and would hang out in the Metropolitan Police Department every day, whether he had something to do or not. But later, as the number of cases around him increased, I don’t know if it was an illusion, but this brother seemed to gradually become lazy and became as difficult to catch as other detectives.
Now that Brother Jiang Xia had offered to take a statement, there was no reason to refuse. Inspector Megure immediately arranged for a special car to take the detective to the Metropolitan Police Department.
As Officer Gao Mu drove, he thought about today's case and sighed: "I never thought that this obvious suicide would turn out to be a murder."
Jiang Xia looked at a person on the sidewalk and suddenly said, "Stop the car."
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