From this point of view, although the two are partners, Shiraishi's temper is much better than that of Black Cat.
Conan always felt that if he asked the black cat the same question, he might have been given an anesthetic ball and then thrown into an unknown utility room...
Comparing the two sides, the talkative Shiraishi is simply a treasure in the world, and because of his sleepy habit, Conan can also use his words to reason.
Originally, Conan wanted to trick out some useful information through Shiraishi's reaction.
But now, Shiraishi has so frankly agreed to tell him the plan, but he feels that he is very heartless for plotting against the other party.
Since the body was really taken away by the black cat, he shouldn't have done anything too extreme. What's more important now is to solve the case as soon as possible so that Kimura Tatsuya can die in peace, instead of fighting with the black cat.
Enjoy solving puzzles.
Seeing that the reasoning machine finally stopped thinking about the whereabouts of the body and began to focus on the poisoning case, Shiraishi relaxed and sat down on the stool next to him, preparing to return to the place where the Poké Ball was buried when the case became clearer.
As soon as I sat down, a police officer from the forensics department ran in.
"Police Department, we found a small amount of potassium cyanide on the body bag, which may have been obtained from the corpse."
He also brought a schematic diagram, which barely restored the situation when the body was still there: "Judging from the location, the location where the potassium cyanide was stained may be the deceased's left upper arm, right hand...or right thigh."
Left upper arm, and right hand...
Thinking of a certain move by Kimura Tatsuya when he was dancing, Conan had a preliminary guess about the method of poisoning.
Combined with what Shiraishi said before, it was Mari Terahara who ordered "The Goddess Stained Red with Blood", and he even guessed the suspect.
It’s just that I don’t know the motive yet…
Conan walked out of the door thoughtfully, probably going back to his previous room. The studio items brought back by the police officer were still there.
Seven or eight minutes later, Shiraishi saw Conan holding a photo and rushed back with a look of realization.
Judging by his expression, he could probably solve the case?
Shiraishi tentatively closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Sure enough, he saw Conan rush in, look around, and walk directly behind his seat. After a slight mechanical sound, Conan cleared his throat.
The sound of clearing the throat was exactly the same as Shiraishi's voice.
...listening to my own voice, it feels really subtle.
Shiraishi got goosebumps and didn't want to continue listening, so he quickly activated the mask.
The fading Mask left the police station and walked out through the wall via the shortest path.
Five seconds later, there was a rustle in the bushes on the side of the police station. A black cat pushed aside the blades of grass and looked to both sides.
After looking at the surrounding scene and getting his bearings, Shiraishi ran to a corner, dug out the Poké Ball buried inside, and rolled it to a more hidden place.
Although it wouldn't take long to tell the truth, Conan always likes to tell reasoning like a story. With this in mind, Shiraishi endured and waited for nearly five minutes.
After releasing Kimura Tatsuya from the ball, Shiraishi returned to his masked appearance, took the suspended animation release spray from the Q-version assistant, and sprayed it on the idol's face several times.
Kimura Tatsuya wiped his face in a daze. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the man in black mask who occupied most of his field of vision.
He sat up in excitement, and before he could ask any questions, the suspicious person opposite him stretched out a hand to him very politely: "Hello, I'm your fan."
"...Oh, hello." Kimura Tatsuya didn't realize what happened, but he had already put on a habitual smile on his face and started doing business.
No matter how bad your temper is, you still have to keep it under control and pretend to be friendly when facing fans - this is a conditioned reflex that is deeply rooted in the hearts of most idols.
Therefore, even though he saw Shiraishi shaking hands with gloves on, he still said nothing, thinking that this might be the personal hobby of this uniquely dressed fan.
Unexpectedly, when he was about to shake the other person's hand, Kimura Tatsuya accidentally glanced and suddenly found a large amount of dark blood on his hand.
He was startled, and when he looked down suddenly, he saw a lot of blood splattered on the sweater he was wearing.
……what happened??
What happened before he lost consciousness began to slowly reappear in Kimura Tatsuya's brain, which was like a ball of mush.
He only remembered that he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, coughed up some blood, and then lost consciousness.
...But how could he vomit blood? He has never eaten anything like Maoxuewang before. This is probably a symptom of serious illness and injury!
Just as he was anxious, a voice from the opposite side suddenly sounded, comforting him gently and calmly: "Don't worry. I have already killed the people who are an eyesore for you."
Kimura Tatsuya raised his head in surprise, just in time to see the man opposite him holding up the half-face mask and giving him a strange smile.
He obviously misunderstood what Kimura Tatsuya was worried about, and was explaining to himself with a little fanaticism:
"I couldn't allow her dirty blood and body parts to contaminate your clean eyes, so I put a little medicine in the beer in advance to make you fall asleep early. The reason why you vomit blood is because it has such a strong effect in clearing the meridians.
, this is not a bad medicine, you don’t have to be afraid.”
"?" Kimura Tatsuya almost suspected that he was dreaming. This kind of perversion can only be encountered in dreams...
He pinched himself secretly and it hurt.
...I really encountered a pervert.
As a star, it makes sense to have a few perverted fans... But wait!
"...What do you mean, you helped me kill an eyesore? You killed someone?! Who did you kill??" After a few seconds, Kimura Tatsuya finally got the point right.
He subconsciously touched the side of his waist, trying to call the big brother to call the police, but his touch came to nothing.
"Who to kill? Can't you guess?" The man in black sneered twice and slowly pulled out a knife from his waist. The thick blood continued to flow down the blade, gathered at the tip of the knife, and finally fell to the ground.
in the soil.
Cold sweat flowed from Kimura Tatsuya's forehead faster than blood. In the depressing and terrifying atmosphere, he saw the man in black crossing the long pointed kitchen knife and gradually raising it.
——For a moment, Kimura Tatsuya thought he was going to lick the knife edge and taste the cooled blood.
But in the end, the knife was held in front of his face for a while, and the man in black just raised a hand and slowly wiped away the blood.
The back of the silver knife was covered with a thin layer of blood. This mixed visual effect made people feel even more uncomfortable and devastated. Kimura Tatsuya could hardly think. His eyes were fixed on the knife unconsciously, and he replied stiffly: "...Guess
Less than.”
Looking at his appearance, Shiraishi felt that it was almost done.
Now, Kimura Tatsuya will definitely believe that he is a madman who killed people, rather than some nonsense delusional patient... Having said that, this kitchen knife is really useful, and it can scare ordinary people easily.
After gathering some divergent thoughts, Baishi raised the knife to the side and sighed in a pretentious manner:
"The answer is obviously very simple - she is your agent. That bastard woman who has too much self-esteem and always likes to put on airs. She only got into your company by relying on connections. How can she deserve to be by your side?"
As he spoke, Shiraishi stood up, walked to the corner, pointed towards the front of the building, and maintained a calm yet perverted tone:
"The body is on the first floor of this building. Turn right after entering the door. It is in the monitoring room in the third room on the left. If you don't feel relieved, I can help you steal the body out and do whatever you want with it..."
"Mari!!!!" Before he could finish his words, a shadow rushed past him, crying and running into the police station.