April 17, Sunday, morning, Mikacho, incident scene.

Conan interrupted Maori's pride, "Hey, if the murderer was him, why didn't he change the death message?"

Officer Sakurada was stunned, obviously not thinking about this problem, "This, uh, of course he didn't notice it."

Conan said: "If the person was killed by him, he would have noticed the gesture of the deceased. He did not destroy the scene, so he must not be the murderer."

Hiroshimatsu was a little ill and rushed to seek medical treatment. "Yes, if the murderer was me, I would definitely change this gesture."

"It's so laughing. You didn't even think that the deceased's gesture was about you." Officer Sakurada laughed, "I remembered it. When you knew the meaning of this gesture, your face changed so much."

"No, I'm just protecting the scene." Hiromatsu emphasized.

Maori asked, "Did you know or didn't know what that gesture means?"

Hiromatsu hesitated for a moment and said, "I, I know."

Maori said: "Then you are deliberately trying to make the police think that someone is shaking you, but in fact you are shaking yourself and want to get rid of the crime."

Hiromatsu changed his words quickly and said, "Then I don't know, I don't know what this gesture means."

Officer Sakurada said: "Because you don't know, you don't care about this gesture, so we can catch you, the murderer, based on the death information left by the deceased."

"I," Hiroshimatsu had no choice, he was too exhausted, "I didn't kill him at all."

"Hey, do you have any absent proof?" Conan also had a headache. It was difficult to help if he was swaying like this.

"I, this..." Hiroshihiro couldn't say it.

"Don't hesitate," said Sakurada. "Do you want to know the time of death?"

"Say!" Maori asked, "You said you are not the murderer, so when did you go out this morning and when did you find the body?"

"I, I am," Hiromatsu wiped his sweat. "I was about to leave at five o'clock in the morning, and found the body at five o'clock. No, no, I found this person lying here. I called an ambulance in the telephone booth next to me. Then I saw that the ambulance was not coming, so I went to touch his breath. At that time, I discovered that he was Mr. Okubo Iwao, and then I went to greet the ambulance. What I said was true."

Maori asked, "Now, Officer Sakurada, when is the time of death of the deceased?"

Officer Sakurada said: "The cause of Mr. Okubo Iwao's death was a blunt weapon in the back of the head. The time of death was initially judged at around 4:30 in the morning."

"Huh," Guangsong and Guangda breathed a sigh of relief, "This has nothing to do with me."

Officer Sakurada asked, "Is that so? Did you meet the administrator when you came out of the apartment?"

"This..." Hiroshihiro said nothing.

Conan asked: "Then have you ever met anyone on the road to morning exercises? Which road are you taking? Have you passed by a 24-hour convenience store?"

"I..." Hiromatsu stuttered.

"Do you still have to think about this?" Officer Sakurada sneered, "Detective Maori, I don't think it's necessary to continue asking."

Maori said: "Really."

"Wait, wait, I'm..."

"I won't believe you anymore." Officer Sakurada interrupted Hiromatsu Hiroshi, "Go back to the police station with me."

At this time, the police came over and presented a bloody iron rod, which looked like a murder weapon.

Officer Sakurada asked where he found it and marked it on the map.

"This is very close to your apartment, Mr. Hiromatsu," said Sakurada. "You must have planned to go back to the apartment after killing people, but you were afraid of leaving something on the scene, so you turned back and called an ambulance and acted for us."

"No, no." Hiromatsu Hiroshi was about to cry.

Conan asked, "But why is this man on the street at 4:30 in the morning?"

Maori said: "It must be because of drinking all night."

Officer Sakurada said: "Detective Maori, Mr. Iwano Okubo should not have drunk much alcohol. As for why he is here, I have called the Ernst & Young Performing Office where Mr. Iwano Okubo is located and sent someone to invite Mr. Ryuji Suwahara, they should know."

Talking about people, people come.

A police officer arrived with Ryuji Miwara, a handsome but hard-to-talk person.

At the same time, a car was parked nearby, and a woman in her thirties got out of the car and was named Ayong Yukiko, the president of Ernst & Young Performing Arts.

Officer Sakurada asked them to identify the body and confirmed that it was Okubo Iwao.

"Hello, I'm Kogoro Mouri." Maori asked first, "Do you know why Mr. Okubo is here?"

Yen Yukiko said: "I don't know this. Yesterday was Saturday and there was no schedule on the itinerary."

Ryoji Surihara said: "Mr. Okubo went to my place last night and said this morning that he wanted to take the early bus and left at around 4:30."

Officer Sakurada asked, "Mr. Okubo stayed in your house last night?"

Ryoji Suwara said, "Yes."

"I understand." Maori smiled and stared at Hiromatsu Hiroshi, saying, "This is not a murder incident, it is a meticulous murder."

"No," Hiromatsu said anxiously, "I didn't kill anyone."

Conan discovered that Ryuji Suwara seemed to breathe a sigh of relief in secret, and his heart moved.

"Don't make a fuss," said Sakurada. "You happen to live next to Mr. Suwhara. You must have known Mr. Okubo was next to you last night. Then, I found Mr. Okubo left this morning, followed Mr. Okubo and attacked him on the road."

"No, it's not like that." Hiromatsu Hiroshima shouted, and then argued, "By the way, he was killed around 4:30 in the morning. I was still in the apartment at that time."

"Police Officer, Sakurada."

A police officer came to report that he found Hiroshimatsu during the surveillance of a nearby 24-hour convenience store...

In a convenience store.

Officer Sakurada retrieved the surveillance video and soon saw Hiromatsu Hiroshimatsu in the video, but he appeared at 4:36.

Officer Sakurada smiled with satisfaction and said, "Mr. Hiromatsu, you have nothing to say now. You just said clearly that you came out of the apartment at five o'clock."

"I, yes, I lied, but I," Hiromatsu Hiroshi, "but I am really not the murderer."

"It's useless to deny it." Maori said.

"Hey, this actor uncle," Conan asked Ryuji Suwahara, "Uncle, you live alone, are you?"

"Yes." Ryoji Suwahara should arrive.

Conan asked, "Do you know if Mr. Okubo left?"

"I know, I'll take him out." said Ryoji Suwara.

Conan asked, “Didn’t you take him to the station?”

"Why should I take him to the station?" asked Ryoji Suwahara.

Maori said angrily: "Little kid, stop playing detective games here. It's 4:30 in the morning, it's ordinary, who would send a car?"

"But if they walked together, this wouldn't have happened." Conan said, "It's such a pity."

Maori planted a mushroom on Conan's head, "Don't mess around here, no one wants to see this happening."

Conan said with a pain: "But, this actor's uncle has no absent proof."

"At 4:30 in the morning, there are too many people who are absent." Maori picked up Conan and threw him to Ran, "Take this disobedient little devil back first."

"Ah, let me down." Conan struggled in Lan's arms.

"Stop making trouble, really." Lan took Conan away.

"Sorry, Mr. Surihara." Maori apologized.

"It's okay." said Ryoji Suwahara, then looked at Officer Sakurada. "Can I leave now?"

Officer Sakurada said: "If it is convenient, please go back with us to make a record."

"Sorry, I'm really not in the mood now." said Ryoji Suwahara, "I'll go in two days."

"Okay, please feel sorry for your favor." Officer Sakurada said.

"Thank you." Ryoji Suwahara said...

Ryuji Suzuki and Yukiko Anata left, and Hiromatsu was taken into the police car by Officer Sakurada while crying for denial.

Maori sighed and went home with a little discouraged look, but he didn't get any benefits...

Maori Detective Firm.

Conan's mouth was pouting high, his face full of unhappiness and unwillingness.

This incident was full of lies and hesitation, which was indeed suspicious.

But if Hiromatsu Hiroshi was the murderer, he would definitely be sensitive to the gestures and abnormal postures of the deceased, and he would definitely correct them. He had this time and this opportunity, but he did not.

Although there is a possibility of carelessness, in comparison, there is a greater possibility of another murderer.

At this time, gross profit returned.

Seeing that Maori was a little listless, Conan felt a little moved.

"Uncle."

"what?"

"Let's go investigate."
To be continued...