"Ayumi, could you please fold a paper crane?" Seeing Satan Onizuka's reaction, Conan smiled and turned to look at Ayumi.
"No problem!" Ayumi nodded, picked up a piece of paper, and started folding the paper crane on the coffee table.
"First fold the colored paper into a triangle..." She carefully aligned the edges of the colored paper.
Following her movements, Mitsuhiko sighed: "Ayumi, you fold so well..."
"Because when my father was in the hospital, my mother and I folded a lot of paper cranes together!" Ayumi said immediately, "It's done!"
"The folded paper crane is very beautiful, but it's a pity that it's so thin and lacks energy!" Conan smiled and reminded her that there was one last step.
"Ah, that's right!" Ayumi also reacted and blew a strong breath on the bottom of the paper crane, "Phew!"
When this breath was blown in, the paper crane immediately expanded.
"I see, I understand!" Police Officer Megure slapped his head, "Mr. Satan said that the paper cranes he folded did not have the color of his lipstick on them! In other words, those paper cranes were not made up by him.
I’ll fold it later!”
"Yeah." Yuan Huaiyu nodded and said, "Since Mr. Satan is unwilling to fold paper cranes for us to see again, it means that it is very likely that he doesn't actually know how to fold paper cranes, or has forgotten how to fold paper cranes. So... these
The paper crane was actually folded in advance and then put in his bag and placed on the table. The purpose was to cover up his trick of applying makeup without a mirror."
"After all, it would be too conspicuous to bring in black paper and triangles! It would look much more natural if they were mixed in with the piles of colored paper and paper cranes!" Conan said with a smile.
"In addition, the reason why he told the police who arrived that he also hated the president was to attract the attention of the police and make them doubt himself. He would first come to search the lounge and confirm that there was no mirror inside... If the time
If it is delayed too late, when three restaurants come to collect the tableware, it will be impossible to prove whether he asked someone to smuggle the mirror out." Yuan Huaiyu added.
"Then he asked the restaurant to come over to collect the tableware in the evening, so that we could have plenty of time to search the lounge?" Memu Police Department suddenly realized.
"No, it's impossible!" The manager saw everyone talking to each other and almost nailing the fact that Satan Onizuka was the murderer. He couldn't sit still anymore and stood up to defend him, "Mr. Satan has no reason to be like this.
Do it! You must have misunderstood!"
"Then can you please ask Mr. Satan to remove your makeup in front of all of us?"
Conan stood beside Yuan Huaiyu, quite a bit like a fox pretending to be a tiger.
"If I remember correctly, when Mr. Satan wanted to take off his makeup on the pretext of mourning the president, Mr. Yuan stood up and stopped him. This should mean that there is something wrong with Mr. Satan's makeup using triangles and black paper, right?
"
"Okay, I understand!" The manager agreed and looked at Satan Onizuka next to him, "Mr. Satan, please take off your makeup!"
But he couldn't get any response.
The strength in Satan Onizuka's body seemed to have been drained. He looked at the agent blankly and shook his head slightly: "Sorry, agent, I can't do it."
"Ah?" The agent's heart skipped a beat.
"Because once this devil's mask is peeled off, the face of a sad and cunning murderer will be revealed..." A sad expression appeared on Satan Onizuka's face.
"Mr. Satan?" The agent reacted for a long time before he finally understood and looked at him in disbelief.
"You should know that I was hospitalized for a throat injury three years ago while on tour..."
Satan Onizuka began his story.
"At that time, there was a little fan who would write letters of condolence to me every day. Every time he sent a letter, he would include a paper crane in a box. That kid still believed that I was really a devil! I would write to me every day.
We all look forward to hearing from him.”
"But one day, he suddenly stopped writing letters... I thought he was tired of playing. It wasn't until I went drinking with the president last month that I understood what was going on... The president asked me,
Do you want to use more sacrifices to heat up the atmosphere?"
"Sacrifice?" The Mumu Police Department was confused when they heard this.
"That's right, I was in the hospital at the time, so I didn't know..." Satan Onizuka gritted his teeth when he said this, "It turns out that the president actually faked my name and left a message on the official website of our park... saying, 'I need a sacrifice to be able to
Restore the magic! I need blood!'"
"Did that little fan believe it to be true?" Police Department Mu Mu's eyes widened.
"Yes... I questioned the president on the spot, and he answered me with a malicious smile, saying that the last letter sent by the little fan said, 'I am happy to offer my blood, goodbye...'"
Satan Onizuka's face was ferocious and painful: "He also said that the comeback concert to be held in half a month has been hyped up since before I was discharged from the hospital... Sure enough, later I went to visit the home of the little fan who wrote to me, and heard
The news is that he committed suicide for unknown reasons three years ago..."
"So you killed the president in order to avenge that child?" Dr. A Li was also filled with anger.
"That's right, I killed him, the scumbag who didn't hesitate to kill people for money...killed the real devil who canceled the farewell concert that had been finalized without authorization, and said he would have to pay liquidated damages if he quit the music scene during the contract period!"
After calming down a bit, he shrugged and spread his hands: "Although it sounds so nice, in fact, my popularity has dropped to the bottom in the past two years. Maybe I am irritable and want to disband the band as soon as possible. Is that the truth?
…”
There were tears oozing out of the corners of his eyes: "After I couldn't receive the letter from that child, I have been very distressed. I thought about what I did wrong and what I was disliked about. When I think about it, I can't help but
After crying, I couldn’t even compose lyrics and music...there was absolutely nothing I could do..."
Sharp-eyed Ayumi suddenly saw a trace of red appearing around Satan Onizuka's eyes: "Huh? Are Mr. Devil's tears a little red?"
"That's the president's blood..." Yuan Huaiyu said expressionlessly, "The color of the mirror he made couldn't be seen, so he didn't pay attention to the blood at the corners of his eyes and directly applied white foundation. Waiting until he picked up the agent
I only discovered it after buying a mirror.”
Conan interjected: "That's why he always refused to take eye drops and reacted very violently, otherwise the drops would form conclusive evidence."
Looking at the back of Satan Onizuka being taken away by the police, Haibara Ai also sighed: "But it's just like what is written in the story... Once the devil sheds tears, it will lose all its magic power..."