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Chapter 39 The Iron Fist of Justice

"Police Department! The body of the missing Mr. Tamada was found on the top of the elevator!!"

A police officer ran over out of breath. Before he arrived, his voice had already reached everyone's ears.

There was an uproar.

"What? There are really corpses in the library!"

"Mr. Tamada was really killed by Director Tsukawa?!"

"How does this handsome guy know where the body is hidden? That's amazing!"

The Megure Police Department quickly walked up to Director Jinchuan, picked up his collar, and pulled him up from the ground.

"Now that things have happened, Director Jinchuan, what else do you have to say?" Megure Police Department said through gritted teeth.

It was almost like that, had it not been for Mr. Yuan Huaiyu, the police would have been concealed by Director Jinchuan!

When the time comes, Director Jinchuan disposes of the bodies on the elevator at night, and no one will suspect that this library has been searched inside and out!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Yuanhuaiyu aside and asked curiously:

"Mr. Yuan, how did you determine that Mr. Tamada's body was on the elevator?"

Yuan Huaiyu touched his nose: "Because the smell of corpses in the library is the strongest there! When I first entered the elevator, I choked."

Conan listened to this answer and tilted his head, looking confused.

Isn't it because of the elevator's overload alarm?

Is it reasonable to determine where the body is hidden based on the smell alone? Is it rigorous? Is this... unscientific?

No! I must tell you the truly logical reasoning!

He was so full of expression that he almost burst out of his chest. He couldn't help but jump forward and said in a child's tone:

"Ah? Speaking of which, it seems that when we took the elevator, the elevator was not overloaded, but the alarm sounded. Is it because there was a corpse in the elevator?"

Yuantai immediately retorted: "Idiot, the elevator can only carry seven people, but there were eight of us at that time! It will definitely prompt that it is overloaded!"

He snorted, secretly pleased that he could point out the mistakes of Conan, who had always been very smart.

Yuan Huaiyu spoke at this time: "Oh - Conan wants to say that the four of you are still elementary school students and are very light. The combined weight of the two of you is about the same as that of an adult, right?"

"Yeah!" Conan nodded.

As expected of Mr. Yuan, even though the starting point for solving the case has always been strange, his thinking is still very quick and he immediately realized what he meant.

"That's enough!" Suddenly, Director Jinchuan, who was standing aside, roared angrily.

The police department was so frightened that they subconsciously took a step back. The police officers all took out their guns and pointed them at the biggest suspect in the case.

"I didn't kill Yutian! I don't know anything!" Director Jinchuan stared at Yuanhuaiyu with red eyes.

He pointed at Yuan Huaiyu and said in a hateful voice: "Why do you say that I was the one who killed this person! Is there any evidence? Also, Yutian and I have no grievances on weekdays, so why did you kill him!"

The Megure Police Department frowned. Indeed, although the body was found, there was no evidence to prove that the murderer was the library director Tsukawa, and the motive for the murder could not be well explained.

"You said this."

Yuan Huaiyu looked at the other party's hysterical appearance and knew that the other party was going to refuse to plead guilty, so he fought back before his death.

"Evidence? You are thin, but Mr. Tamada is tall. If you want to murder Mr. Tamada, you can't just push him down the elevator and fall to death. Either strangle him from behind and throw him down, or drug him.

Faint."

Yuan Huaiyu turned to look at the police officer who found the body: "Is there any rope or anything like that on Mr. Yutian's body?"

"Yes... yes!" The police officer didn't know why Yuan Huaiyu had not seen the scene but clearly guessed the situation at the scene, and he stuttered in reply.

Yuan Huaiyu shrugged: "That's easy. As long as you check the rope and Mr. Yutian's body, you can always find the fingerprints left by you, Director Jinchuan, and the human tissue that may have been in the gaps between his fingers during the fight."

He paused and continued:

"As for the motive... you don't have any grudges on weekdays. The most likely possibility is that he discovered some secret of yours, forcing you to silence him. Am I right?"

After hearing Yuan Huaiyu's reasoning, Conan suddenly remembered the box of strange foreign books he had seen in the children's library.

"Ah? Speaking of which, there seems to be something wrong in the children's library upstairs..." Conan provided a clue.

At this time, without any orders from the Mumu Police Department, several policemen rushed from the stairs to the upper floor of their own accord.

Director Jinchuan was originally blushing and speaking hard, but at this moment, there was no trace of blood on his face.

His lips trembled and he lowered his head stubbornly, placing his slim hope that the things he had hidden would not be discovered by the police.

At this moment, he heard Yuan Huaiyu shouting to the stairs:

"By the way! Mr. Police, don't forget to check the books on the bookshelf! There is probably something hidden in there!"

In an instant, Director Jinchuan's blood surged, his eyes blurred, and he was a little out of breath.

"Ahhhh! Damn you kid!!"

When the last card was exposed by Yuan Huaiyu, he knew that he would never be able to escape the charges of drug trafficking and murder and hiding corpses. He might have to spend the rest of his life in prison, and the rest of his life would be ruined.

His eyes were red, and he made a "ho ho" sound in his throat. The more he looked at Yuan Huaiyu, the more he hated him. His rationality did not last for a few seconds before he completely collapsed.

Even if he dies, he will support this guy who ruined his good deeds!

Curator Jinchuan took out a fruit knife from his arms, raised the sharp blade and rushed straight towards Yuanhuaiyu.

No one reacted. Just as the Mumu Police Department was about to raise their guns, Director Jinchuan had already arrived in front of Yuanhuaiyu.

"Ah——" Seeing Yuan Huaiyu about to be stabbed, Bumi's scream resounded throughout the library.

Time seemed to be slowed down infinitely. Everyone looked at the teacher who had identified the murderer and stood there, motionless, as if he was petrified.

Director Jinchuan smiled ferociously. The next moment, the fruit knife was about to pierce the heart of the person in front of him!

But what greeted him was not the texture of the knife piercing his body, nor the splash of blood.

Yuan Huaiyu made a mistake in his steps, turned sideways, and easily dodged the fruit knife. Then he made a fist with his right hand, exerted force on his shoulder and back, and hit Director Jinchuan hard in the abdomen.

"Ugh! Ugh..." Director Jinchuan screamed and spit out a puddle of acidic water. The pain from his abdomen made his whole body begin to convulse.

Yuan Huaiyu looked at Director Jinchuan, who was holding his stomach and arching his body like a shrimp, with undisguised hatred and disgust in his eyes.

He adjusted his posture and delivered another heavy uppercut, hitting the old monkey's face directly, sending Director Jinchuan flying more than a meter away and lying on his back, unconscious.

Yuan Huaiyu patted the dust and grease on his hands, looked at the silent crowd, and smiled sheepishly.

"Everyone saw it, I was acting in self-defense."


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