"Wait a minute." Conan turned around and stared directly at Recadis. "It's probably not just those shoes you need to wipe."
Recadis turned back in confusion. At the same time, Conan dropped the ball on the ground and suddenly kicked it hard.
There was a sound of wind, and a football came towards him. Recadis instinctively squatted down and took a defensive position. The next moment, his knees hurt, and he was hit in the face by a ball and fell to the ground.
"What's wrong with you?" Conan walked up to him, "Even an ordinary high school student could kick the ball just now. Based on your previous level, you could easily catch it with one hand - but why are you catching it now?
Can’t stand anymore?”
Rekadis sat on the ground and took a few breaths, then said helplessly: "This is not like a question, but more like a question - Boy, how do you know that my body has been riddled with holes in drugs?"
Conan looked at his knees: "Yawning incessantly and joint pain are obvious symptoms of poisoning.
"When you came out of the bathroom, it was your left knee that was pressed, not the injured right knee. From that moment on, I had already guessed - the reason why many people cannot quit drug addiction is because they can't stand it.
Muscle and joint pain after taking the medicine. I didn’t expect that what the American reporter said was true..."
"Of course not!" Recadis heard this quietly and couldn't help but say:
"When that guy first reported that I was taking drugs, I didn't take drugs at all! But because of his report, I suffered a lot of attacks. My wife couldn't bear it and eventually committed suicide.
"So in order to get revenge on that scumbag, I made a plan.
"I first made him suspect that I was really poisoned, and then I used myself as bait to lure him here - that guy had lost a lawsuit against me before and was obsessed with revenge. As long as I throw out this bait, he will
Will definitely take the bait.
"I invited him to my wife's hometown, intending to kill him here to comfort my wife's soul. But I couldn't bear the pain of losing her, so I could only rely on those drugs..."
"That's enough." Conan seemed to see the dust thrown up by the collapse of the idol, "None of these things are the reasons for you to be poisoned."
"Really?" Recadis stood up from the ground despite the pain and discomfort all over his body. He smiled bitterly, "Anyway, now that the matter is over, it's time for me to leave - whether it's for my deceased wife."
, or for fans like you."
Recadis stopped looking at Conan, turned around, and walked downstairs.
When he reached the corner, he looked at the two high school detectives, glanced at them without any surprise, and then disappeared into the corridor.
"He should be surrendering."
Hattori Heiji whispered to Jiangxia: "Let's follow him and take a look. If he makes any move to bend down to clean his shoes, go over and knock him down and hold him down!"
…
The black-skinned detective is not a fan of the football star and has no filter for him. He is very worried that this murderer with a strong desire for survival will take advantage of the situation and take advantage of the situation.
...fortunately not.
Maybe he was moved by the fans, or maybe he decided that there was someone else who wanted him to surrender, and the other person wouldn't be careless enough to let him really erase the evidence... In short, in the end, Recadis didn't do anything.
He walked all the way to the lobby, and under the surprised and surprised eyes of the Otaki Police Department, he recognized the crime he had just committed.
On the other side of the banquet hall, Vodka watched this scene and sighed silently.
"It seems that between idols and career, that little Yinbi finally abandoned his idol." Vodka, who is also a groupie and a big fan among them, shook his head in disgust, "Insincere intentions - no
Like me, I will never betray Miss Yoko."
Just as he was thinking about it, Recadis suddenly said to the Otaki Police Department: "But there is one thing that is strange! - After I killed the person, I just threw the pistol away and ran back to the room in the lower right corner of the building, but
I just eavesdropped on your conversation and heard that my pistol was found in the cabinet in the lower right corner of the room?"
Otaki Police Department was stunned: "That's what happened. What do you mean..."
Rekadis' expression changed slightly: "I didn't do this - someone must have taken the murder gun after I left and put it in that room... When I committed the murder, there was a third person nearby!"
"!" These words sent a chill down the back of Otaki Police Department, and they felt a chill coming up: not only because of the mysterious third person, but also because... the workload seemed to have increased again!
Could this strange phenomenon be related to the other gun found in the banquet hall just now? ...What is the purpose of the owner of that gun?
In the distance, Vodka, who thought the case was over and could pat his sleeves and exit smoothly as a passerby: "..."
Is this bastard Calvados free? Why mess with other people's guns? Do you still want to keep the guns as your own?
Calvados, who was glared at by him at the next table for no apparent reason: "...?"
…
When the Otaki Police Department had a headache with the second gun.
On the other side, three high school students also walked out of the hotel building.
While Conan was experiencing the sadness of his idol's collapse, he suddenly remembered one thing - Recadis was really the murderer, so the quarrel between Hattori Heiji and him before...
"..."
A high school student cleared his throat, walked to Jiangxia with a guilty conscience, and asked him in a low voice: "Did you apologize for me? What did Hattori say?"
Hearing this, Jiang Xia said "Huh?" and said calmly: "I forgot."
Conan: "...?"
What do you mean by forgetting? As evidenced by the email, you clearly replied ok at that time!
Hattori Heiji heard what was going on here and came over curiously: "What's wrong? What are you two plotting?"
"It's nothing." Conan hesitated for a moment and decided to be brave enough to admit his mistakes like his former idol. He said like a mosquito, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you just now."
"Huh?" Hattori Heiji reacted for a while before he realized that this little friend from Tokyo was apologizing for the previous quarrel.
He chuckled and said nonchalantly: "Is this such a small thing worth apologizing for? Besides - a person looks like a primary school student, talks like a primary school student, and behaves like a primary school student, then what is he?"
Jiang Xia: "Primary school student."
"That's right!" Hattori Heiji snapped his fingers and patted Conan on the head, "My lord, I have a lot. I forgive you, little brat."
Conan's eyes twitched: "..."
...Damn high school students, so naive, I think you two are real elementary school students!!
…
During the not-so-anxious wait, the test results of the two pistols were finally sent back from the police headquarters.