Chapter 601 I Threw Away the Knife

"That's just your guess!" Motoyama Masaharu said angrily to Mouri Kogoro, "Even if you are a detective, you cannot frame an innocent person as a murderer!"

"Please calm down, Mr. Motoyama," the police officer reminded coldly, "Mr. Neng Snobbish San is still being rescued and is not dead!"

Motoyama Shoji bit his lip, looking very unwilling.

"Is there no evidence left at the crime scene?" Mouri Kogoro asked. "It rained heavily in the morning. The powerful player wore a smooth raincoat for morning exercises. The murderer's fingerprints may be found on his raincoat."

"I'm afraid not." Nobushige shook his head regretfully, "I remember that before Mr. Nose was sent to the emergency room, Mr. Motoyama grabbed his clothes and asked about the situation. Even if Mr. Motoyama's fingerprints can be detected on the raincoat, it cannot prove that he It’s the murderer.”

A look of pride appeared on Motoyama Masaharu's face.

However, before he could be complacent for too long, he heard Asano Nobushige say again: "But I would suggest that the police search for a bloody umbrella and the murderer's clothes in the trash cans near the airport or other places."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"If Masaharu Motoyama is the murderer, then the time he committed the crime was only from 9:30 to 9:50 in the morning, including the drive back and forth. I asked Mr. Mori, and he first met Mr. Motoyama at the airport. At the time, Mr. Motoyama's trousers were clean, without mud or water stains. This is impossible for a murderer who committed an outdoor crime. He must have changed his clothes, shoes and socks at the airport.

"However, at the same time, Mr. Motoyama's hair is also dry, which means that he does not need to clean the blood stains on his hair, or the blood spatter is not as large as we imagined. Thinking about the heavy rain this morning, I think Mr. Motoyama He should have used an umbrella to block the blood.

"Oh, by the way, to complete such a crime, he needs a car. You can ask the police to investigate whether there is Mr. Motoyama's car in the airport parking lot."

The police in Okinawa Prefecture were stunned when they heard this, and then they felt a sense of admiration: "It's amazing. You are worthy of being the person next to the famous detective Mouri Kogoro. He is just like a detective!"

Xinfan smiled softly: "I'm ashamed of myself. I'm just an ordinary agent."

Conan: "..."

Nonsence! Mr. Asano started to act cool and cool again!

Mouri Kogoro thought about it for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Obviously the police officer's words seemed to praise him, but he was still very unhappy.

"Then Mr. Motoyama, please cooperate with our investigation."

Motoyama Masaharu's face was already very ugly. He knew that his car was parked at the airport, and as long as the police investigated based on the license plate, they would definitely find him. But if he surrendered like this, he felt very unwilling to do so. After all...after all, the person who caused him to ruin his entire career was still alive!

Why was he the one who got hurt from the beginning? Why? !

"Good news! Good news came from the hospital!" A police officer suddenly ran over and shouted happily, "The third Mr. Snobbish has turned the corner and is awake!"

"Great! Can he be interviewed by the police now?"

"The doctor said that as long as the questioning time is limited to less than half an hour, it will be fine."

Upon hearing these words, Motoyama Masaharu immediately slumped in his chair as if the sky had fallen. He understood that he was finished and his life was completely ruined!

There is no need for Masaharu Motoyama to admit it personally, his reaction is the best answer.

The police officer glanced at him and ordered in a cold voice: "Please, Mr. Motoyama, come with us to the hospital, in case you need to identify..."

The officer said nothing, but everyone knew what he meant.

Perhaps we could ask Neng Snobo to identify the murderer directly in the hospital, which would be the most powerful evidence.

Because the police who went to the airport to investigate have not yet found results, Masaharu Motoyama is still free without suspicion. In order to prevent him from escaping halfway, two police officers followed him one after another.

Neng Snobo's injuries were well controlled and he didn't need to stay in the ICU. When Nobushige and others arrived at the hospital with the police, he was leaning on the hospital bed in a daze.

Seeing them, Neng Neng smiled snobbishly and said, "Please make a trip, Mr. Police Officer."

"This is what we should do." The police officer walked in.

Motoyama Masaharu, who had previously acted as if he was worried about his close friend, had no intention of moving. He stood by the wall of the corridor of the inpatient department, looking depressed and not knowing what he was thinking.

Conan still had some unclear aspects of the case, so he sneaked up to Neng Snobbery's bedside early in the morning and took up a vantage point.

Nobushige chose to stay outside. He stood next to Motoyama Masaharu, listening to the conversation between the police and Noh Snozo inside, and suddenly twitched his lips:

"Do you regret what you did before?"

Motoyama Masaharu still maintained his previous posture, but his suddenly stagnant breathing still revealed that his current mood was not as calm as it appeared.

"You were originally the ace host of Nippon TV Sports Channel. Although you failed to realize your dream on the field, you started a new career and achieved success. But now, because of your impulse, you are about to lose everything." Nobushige asked softly. He said, "I want to know, do you regret it?"

Motoyama Shoji raised his head slightly and looked at him: "You are wrong about one thing. Everything I do is carefully considered. So I have nothing to regret."

"Yeah?"

"Humans just like to be arrogant and get ahead of themselves." Masaharu Motoyama chuckled, "You are too arrogant. Why should we feel regret for our previous selves? Neither I nor you are qualified to do so!"

Motoyama Masaharu's words surprised Nobushige.

He turned back, stared deeply at Masaharu Motoyama, and after a long time said, "I hope you can always keep this idea."

None of them spoke, and the corridor fell into an eerie silence for a moment.

until--

"What? How is this possible?!" The police officer's shocked voice came from the ward, "How could that kind of wound be caused by you falling by yourself?!"

Next up was Neng Snobbish III: "I was tired from running and wanted to use a fruit knife to peel an apple, but the ground was too slippery and I accidentally fell."

Nobushige was stunned for a moment, something didn't seem right inside. Is this the crime of being snobbish and trying to suppress Masaharu Motoyama?

He pushed open the door and entered.

Everyone in the room, including Mouri Kogoro and Conan, were stunned.

"Okay, okay, even if what you said is true, where are the apples? Where are the apples you peeled?"

"I guess it fell to the side. I fell so hard that I fainted immediately. How could I possibly notice where the apple fell?"

The police officer looked confused: "Where is the knife?"

"I threw away the knife." Neng San glared at the policeman snobbishly, "If you don't throw it away, why don't you keep it and stab me again?"