Chapters 3525 and 3537 [The Liar] Requesting monthly votes ヽ(〃〃)~
"A little," Sonoko Suzuki thought for a moment, "but I still feel that the guy in the infirmary was more suspicious!"
"Look." Just then, Sonoko Suzuki walked downstairs and stood in the corridor, pointing out the layout:
“The storeroom where the desks and chairs are kept is right next to the infirmary. As long as he sneaks out of the infirmary after we leave and moves the desks and chairs there, the problem will be solved.”
Conan snapped out of his daze and tried to get involved in the case, attempting to relieve his stress by solving it: "So, that Japanese senior is actually quite suspicious too."
Sonoko Suzuki nodded: "She said that when she went to the restroom, she saw the principal standing in the yard, but the principal said that he had not gone out—comparing the two, the principal is indeed more credible."
Conan pondered seriously: "And she said she went to the restroom in the middle, which means she didn't have an alibi for that period of time."
"So what exactly is going on with these paranormal events?" Ran Mouri asked, recalling Inspector Megure's usual work. She looked at Jiang Xia and asked, "Who do you think is behind this ghost story?"
Jiang Xia: "It's that..."
"Wait a minute!!" Conan suddenly realized that now didn't seem like a good time to relieve stress by solving a case. Before Jiang Xia could speak, he quickly pushed forward with his case-solving process:
"When I went to check that desk in the yard with Dr. Shinichi just now, I changed my shoes at the shoe cabinet first. From the shoe cabinet to the school gate, the ground was soft from the rain, but there were no footprints left."
"That means the guy who caused the paranormal events is still at the school!"
Ran Mouri shivered.
Jiang Xia glanced at her and whispered, "This means the person on the other side is a living person, not a ghost."
"!!" Ran Mouri suddenly realized: That's right! Since they're human, we can fight them with our fists—there's nothing to be afraid of!
Conan muttered, "The fact that such an incident could be staged means that the murderer is very familiar with Hosaka-senpai, who died in an accident two years ago. Kazumi-senpai was his classmate, the senior in the infirmary was his childhood friend even though he wasn't in the same class, and the senior in the art room who was in the same club as him... All three of them fit the criteria."
"Furthermore, of the three, one left the library, one lay alone in the infirmary, and the other painted alone in the art room; none of them had an alibi..."
At first, Sonoko Suzuki listened intently and took notes... but as she wrote, she became a little impatient: "You've been talking for so long, but it's like you haven't said anything at all!"
None of the three names were crossed out! I should have just asked Jiang Xia directly, but...
"Jiang Xia's reasoning leads directly to the correct answer, while I, the creator Suzuki Sonoko, still need to consider more possible bad endings!" Suzuki Sonoko thought to herself responsibly, "I refuse to believe that this time, I can't stump that unknown but powerful player!"
Beside him, Conan skillfully ignored the startled classmate and continued to ponder: "So the remaining question is, how did the suspect move a set of desks to the middle of a wet open space without leaving any footprints?"
Ran Mouri glanced at Conan, who was chanting like a mantra, and then at Sonoko Suzuki, who was writing a biography beside her. She felt that both of these familiar people were acting strangely today.
As she was quietly pondering whether this was the influence of a ghost, she suddenly noticed something strange.
"What is this?" Ran Mouri walked to the side and bent down to look at some dark marks on the wooden corridor. "It looks like someone splashed water on it... Were there any marks like this when we passed by earlier?"
Sonoko Suzuki was completely oblivious: "I don't know either."
Conan looked at the marks and suddenly realized what had happened, as if he had been electrocuted.
He jumped up and ran to the center of the yard. When he reached the spot where the desks had been, he looked down and saw a long, thin scratch on the muddy ground nearby.
"I understand." Conan let out a long sigh of relief. "I understand everything."
"Come back quickly if you understand." Jiang Xia's voice came from afar. "Your slippers are covered in mud."
Conan, who then realized he was wearing indoor shoes, exclaimed: "!!"
...
A few minutes later, Conan put his muddy slippers into a bag, dangling the spare slippers kindly provided by Dr. Araide, and arrived at the entrance of the art room.
Jiang Xia looked at him and Dr. Shinichi: "Did you tell those two people?"
Dr. Shinichi nodded: "They said they'd be here soon."
Jiang Xia responded and turned to push open the door to the art room.
Hearing the door open, the senior student who was drawing inside glanced over and said irritably, "Why haven't you left yet?"
"I'm leaving soon!" Conan smiled innocently like a child. "Big brother, are you going home too? Where's your umbrella?"
The senior student who was in the art class pointed to the table, puzzled: "There it is. What do you want to do? You don't mean to borrow it, do you? I only brought one umbrella."
Jiang Xia walked to the table and looked at the folding umbrella that was in its case.
Just then, a series of footsteps came from the doorway, and the senior student who had been complaining of a stomachache walked over, carrying a long-handled umbrella under his arm.
The senior student who was in the art class clearly recognized him: "Shigu? What are you doing in the art room?"
Shiko Kunihiro walked into the room, casually placed the long umbrella that was in the way on the table, and then pointed to the new doctor: "This school doctor asked me to come to the art room, saying that as long as I come here, I can find out the truth about the paranormal events."
"Hmm? That's what he told me too." Another female voice came from the doorway. Senior student Mami also walked in carrying a long-handled umbrella. "He also said that the truth would take a long time, and it might be noon by the time he finished talking. He told me to bring the things I need to go home with me."
Ran Mouri was about to greet her senior when she suddenly noticed something. She looked down at the long-handled umbrella in Kazumi Tsukamoto's hand and exclaimed in surprise, "Senior, why is your umbrella so dirty?"
Kazumi Tsukamoto brushed the dust off her umbrella as she walked into the house, saying helplessly, "Before I left home this morning, the weather forecast said there would be showers, so I just grabbed any umbrella—only to find out when I got to school that I had an old umbrella from a long time ago."
"Cough, cough, cough!" The senior student who was drawing coughed, choked by the fumes. "Don't dust me off next to me!"
"I'm so sorry." Tsukamoto Kazumi held the umbrella up to the side and looked at Jiang Xia:
"You guys really found out the truth?... That makes sense. If even you couldn't figure it out, then there might really be something ghostly going on at the school—so who exactly was that guy who was playing tricks?"
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