That person is Takehiko Aishiro, the suspect who has disappeared since Tatsuo's death, and Takehiko Amoto, who just entered the family yesterday.
"Xiaowu, please explain to everyone why you are hiding from everyone." Conan hid in front of Mouri Kogoro and said in Moori Kogoro's voice.
"..." After Xiao Wu was silent for a while, he began to tell the series of events from his perspective intermittently. "It was about the time when Xia Jiang saw Long Nan's body and screamed... Hearing Xia Jiang's cry at that time,
I thought something had happened to her... I sat up from the bed and went out to check... But when I rushed to the deck, I saw everyone gathered around Long Nan's body... "
At that time, Mariko happened to be yelling, insisting that it was Xiaowu who did it.
"I was afraid that I would be framed as the murderer of Long Nan again, so I had to escape back to the cabin... It happened that Qiujiang's room door was open, so I ran in..."
"I've been hiding in the closet since then..."
"Xiao Wu..." Xia Jiang was so distressed that he almost cried when the person he loved deeply was forced to be like this. The saddest thing was that he was still shaken at that time.
Without Mouri Kogoro's remarks, these people on the ship would not have listened to Xiaowu's talk at all. Now that Xiaowu's story has stopped, and combined with Mouri Kogoro's previous inferences, at least Mariko and Shoji Shoji believed that Xiaowu was not
The murderer.
But if it weren't for Xiao Wu...
"Who is it! Why do you have to attack Ichiro?!"
"Because the murderer has ulterior motives..." Conan replied in the voice of Mouri Kogoro.
"You have ulterior motives..."
"Because at that time, I made the inference that the murderer wanted to attack the entire Yiben family, and this inference was directed at Xiao Wu. However, every time I inferred that the murderer was Xiao Wu, I would find many doubts..."
In fact, Conan really wanted to say that every time he questioned Xiao Wu, Shiraijiu would jump out and give a strong rebuttal, so that although everyone believed that the murderer was Xiao Wu, they were still not sure.
But saying Shirai Kyū was too conspicuous. It was better for them to solve the case in a low-key manner. So in desperation, Conan had to use a euphemism.
However, Shiraijiu felt that Conan was deceiving himself, because even if he didn't name him by name, when he said this, who was not thinking about the scene when Shiraijiu retorted?
Conan doesn't care, Conan will continue to reason for everyone.
"Even in the restaurant, Qiujiang randomly identified the murderer. This operation also affected him and made him panic. So, fortunately, he followed my ideas and painstakingly came up with a strategy to exonerate himself -
—This strategy is to take advantage of the power outage and assassinate Ichiro in the dark."
"However, the murderer never thought that doing so would be tantamount to digging his own grave!"
"..." Everyone was completely immersed in Moori Kogoro's wonderful reasoning.
"Ichiro, please repeat your testimony after the assassination..."
"Uh..." Ichiro Tsutomoto was suddenly named. After a slight pause, he repeated his testimony smoothly, as if he was an endorsement, "It was too dark at the time, so I couldn't see the murderer's appearance and body shape clearly, and I didn't even look at him.
To something that shines...that's it..."
"According to your statement, the murderer shouldn't be able to see you... It would be difficult for the murderer to kill you when he can't see his fingers! But he can accurately find your location and stab you..."
"Moreover, unlike the previous two incidents, the murderer did not take the murder weapon away, but left it at the scene..."
"No, perhaps it should be said that there is no way to take him away because his legs and hands cannot move..."
When Mouri Kogoro said this, he made it clear. Everyone reacted and looked at the only injured person at the scene.
"Difficult, could it be..."
"That's right, the perpetrator...is Ichiro himself!"
"The murder cases of Mr. Haozang and Long Nan were also the work of Ichiro!"
Everyone:?!!!
Shiraijiu breathed a sigh of relief. This guy finally revealed the murderer. In fact, the easiest thing is to just say that it was not only Ryuu Man who saw Ichiro Emoto throwing the knife on the deck, but she, Shiraijiu, also witnessed it.
Enough.
But...this can't explain why she, a little girl, didn't sleep in the middle of the night and hid on the deck in advance. It was as if she knew in advance that the murderer was going to come and throw the knife. This is too abnormal and not very scientific.
"That's just your conjecture! What evidence do you have to prove that Ichiro is the murderer!!" Mariko quit. Even though Ichiro looked ugly at this time, he unusually did not refute, and his guilty conscience was clear, but Mariko still
He defended himself in front of his own child and defended him.
But Conan was not afraid of this. The reason why he kept running around with the adults in the second half of the night was because he had been looking for evidence, strong, direct evidence.
Conan put the handkerchief wrapped with evidence into Mori Kogoro's hand, then raised his hand and spread the handkerchief on the table, revealing the bread crumbs inside.
He had picked up the bread crumbs from the beginning, and the knife was only owned by Shoji Shoji. He was more suspicious at first that it was Shoji Shoji. It was not until later that he finally understood the origin of the charcoal on the bread crumbs.
thing.
"Ichiro studied art, and just before Mr. Etsumoto was killed, he was still drawing with charcoal on the deck. When drawing with charcoal, he often used bread to modify the drawings. Therefore, it is inevitable that some bread crumbs would fall in when drawing.
cuff……"
"So, it is very possible that these bread crumbs fell out of Ichiro's sleeves in disbelief when he committed the murder."
"Besides, there is some charcoal on these bread crumbs..."
"It's impossible..." Mariko Tsutomoto wanted to refute. She thought of Xiao Wu's example, "Someone must have deliberately framed Ichiro..."
"No, it's impossible." Moori Kogoro, who had his back to her, broke her illusion mercilessly, "I once said that after the old man was stabbed, he immediately locked the door. At that moment, the murderer
There's no time for tricks."
"In other words, the breadcrumbs were not evidence left intentionally by the murderer, but were accidentally dropped during the murder!"
"What's the motive? Ichiro has no reason to kill his grandfather!" Mariko still struggled.
"The motive...that's it!" In order to be sure, Conan ran all night long, not afraid of any difficulties from Mariko, and vowed to convince the murderer.
Conan repeated his old trick and took out Ichiro's drawing board and stood it on the table.
"This has something to do with motivation?"
"The problem lies in the content of the painting."
"Content..." Qiujiang came over and took the drawing board, completely ignoring Conan who was huddled under the table. Instead, he and Mariko paid attention to the content of the painting.
And the protagonist of every painting in it is Xia Jiang!
Now, it can be said that the secret in Ichiro's heart has been made public. He has a crush on his cousin and so on... Shirai Jiu looked at Ichiro who was sweating like crazy and his face was pale, and he felt a little emotional.
If Mariko Tsutomoto hadn't been aggressive, maybe this child wouldn't have to face this kind of thing again, right? It was like a large-scale social death scene, how would he behave in the future?
Wait, she doesn't know much about Japanese laws. Does a person like Ichiro Ichimoto, who already has two lives in his hands, need to think about how to behave in the future?
The kind of person who killed his grandfather directly because he disagreed with Xia Jiang's marriage... the person who didn't hesitate to kill his brother-in-law just because he saw him throwing the knife... who could calmly think about it afterwards.
A person who gets away with it himself and perfectly puts the blame on his brother-in-law... can he still be considered a human being?
Looking at the young man kneeling on the ground, holding the drawing board and shouting "never forgive", Baijiu's heart was not disturbed, and he even had the urge to send him home.
In the corridor outside Qiujiang's room, there was a red light flashing under an indicator light.
At the same time, in Tokyo on the other side of the coast, on the coffee table in front of Gin, Ichiro's desperate cry came from the black headphones. Opposite him, a "smiling" young man wearing a godfather's black robe showed no expression on his face.
, the whole body exudes a cold chill.
Gin also released his murderous intent, grinning ferociously.
