"Just when we were at a loss, we met Mr. Satan. Mitsuhiko remembered that his sister was a fan of Mr. Satan, so everyone ran to the lounge to find him!"
Conan explained the cause and effect of the matter to the Memu Police Department in just a few words.
"Yes! My sister said that if I meet Mr. Satan on the TV station, I must ask him for his autograph!" Mitsuhiko nodded heavily.
"So were you always with him before the incident?" Officer Takagi asked.
"No... we didn't catch up with him right away. It was only later that the children and I found his lounge." Dr. A Li shook his head at him.
"Not long after entering the lounge, I heard the sound of police cars and ambulances!" Yuantai added.
"Then I heard someone knocking on the door..." Ayumi said.
"Only after I opened the door did I realize that it was Mr. AD who came to inform the president of the murder." Haiyuan Ai said calmly.
The Megure Police Department quickly realized that after all they had said, they were completely unable to provide any alibi for Mr. Satan Onitsuka...
"So, you stayed there alone until the kids got to the lounge?" He stared at Satan Onizuka.
"Yes...after eating the takeout meal, I took a nap and kept folding paper cranes..." Satan Onizuka readily admitted.
"Napping? Did you come to the TV station early?"
"Because I have a lot of free time today...I entered the lounge before eleven o'clock in the morning."
Satan Onizuka looked back at his manager: "Those children came to the lounge probably before two o'clock in the afternoon, and came in with their manager, right?"
"Yes, yes! I saw them preparing to enter Mr. Satan's lounge. I initially planned to stop them because Mr. Satan had ordered not to disturb him before entering the studio at two o'clock." The manager looked a little flustered.
"I see... that is to say, when the crime occurred around 1 p.m., you did not have an alibi."
The Mumu Police Department listed him as the number one suspect almost immediately - there was a motive for committing the crime, no alibi, and it was only a minute or two walk from the crime scene...
"That's true...but it can't be me - if I walked out of the lounge and wandered around with this heavy makeup on my face, I would be very eye-catching, right?"
He seemed quite confident: "Otherwise, you can gather all the people on the TV station and ask! See if anyone saw me around one o'clock in the afternoon..."
"But, maybe you took off your makeup? Or does it take a lot of time to put on this makeup?"
Officer Takagi asked tentatively.
"No...this makeup can be put on in about thirty minutes." Satan Onizuka said calmly.
"Then as long as you take off your makeup before committing the crime and put it on again afterwards..." the Mumu Police Department made a guess.
"I think this is impossible." It was the manager who spoke at this time, "Because there is no mirror in that lounge."
"Eh?" The police department was stunned.
"I heard that there used to be a big-name artist who hated mirrors, so this TV station had two or three lounges without mirrors. Mr. Satan always asked to use those lounges." The manager explained patiently.
"Because I also hate mirrors, especially the large ones..." Satan Onizuka tilted his head slightly.
"If you don't believe it, just go and have a look - that lounge?"
He could see that the police obviously didn't believe what he said, so he took the initiative to invite them.
Police Department Megure and Officer Takagi looked at each other and followed behind Satan Onizuka.
"It's true..." The Memu Police Department came to this small lounge and took in all the furnishings. "There doesn't seem to be a mirror on the wall."
But Officer Takagi stood in front of the coffee table and exclaimed: "Ah! Officer, I found the mirror!"
Wearing gloves, he picked up a complicated mirror on the table and held it up to the eyes of the police department.
"Isn't there one?!" Megure Police Department was also shocked. Didn't Satan Onizuka swear that there was no mirror in the room?
"Ah, no, I just bought that mirror..." the agent said quickly.
"A while ago, I broke the mirror I usually use, so I asked my agent to help me buy a new one. The agent gave me the mirror when he entered the lounge with the children."
Satan Onizuka's expression remained normal.
"Then please tell me where you bought it. The police will confirm it later..."
As usual, Officer Takagi took out his notebook and looked at the agent.
"Oh, okay..."
"In addition, we need to search this lounge and your carry-on luggage, and also search your body..." Megure Police Department stared at Satan Onizuka, "Is it okay?"
"Well, I don't mind." Satan Onizuka, who had already anticipated the police's behavior, readily agreed.
Anyway, he has made enough preparations and is not afraid of police searches at all.
Soon, the search was over.
"There was no mirror found either in the lounge or on his body...and not in his carry-on luggage either." Officer Takagi looked at the leader, Police Department Mu.
"Although there are things that look like cosmetics inside, I really didn't see a mirror..." Police Department Megure said while looking through Satan Onizuka's luggage.
"Um?"
He suddenly found something that concerned him: "What is this? A dirty white coat and hat..."
"With 'Devil House' printed on the chest?" Officer Takagi looked over immediately.
"Members of our band always perform short skits between live performances, with the line being 'Hello, I am the Devil House, bringing misfortune to you!'" said Satan Onizuka.
"Takagi! Go to the program staff to confirm!" Megure Police Department did not dare to be careless and ordered Officer Takagi.
"yes!"
"Also, that set of cosmetics is for touch-up during the official recording process... If the makeup is only slightly removed, I will borrow the mirror in the female staff's small compact to touch up the makeup immediately."
Satan Onizuka said methodically.
"But I don't sweat easily, so I rarely take off my makeup..."
Conan on the side immediately interjected: "But the purple lipstick you put on seems to fade easily!"
"Huh?" Satan Onizuka looked at him.
"Look, the filters of the cigarettes that Mr. Satan smoked are stained with purple traces..."
Conan pointed to the ashtray on the table and then to the signature pad held in Mitsuhiko's arms.
"And even the signed copy for Mitsuhiko is stained with purple..."
Mitsuhiko hurriedly looked at the signed copy in his hand and opened his mouth: "Really! How could this happen?"