Chapter 369 Confrontation

[Edogawa, Mr. Kobayashi just called the doctor and said that all the sports shoes in your desk and locker have disappeared. ]

Thinking of the conversation between himself and Huihara Ai in the car in the afternoon, Conan opened his eyes blurred by the wind and glanced at the Maori Detective Agency.

Someone must have discovered his identity again. There is still the smell of the organization in the Beika Forest. Is it Gin this time, or a new member of the organization...

As for Vermouth, although Conan does not believe her, this woman always approaches him... and Xiaolan with a purpose, but he does admit that she is good to her brother, and she has known her identity for a long time. If she really wanted to do it, she could have shot him to death a long time ago. There is no need to collect evidence now.

[I can only hope that the person collecting evidence is Vermouth...]

Finding that the Shinkansen reminder has arrived in Tokyo, Conan glanced at his watch and turned his attention back to the case. Now ending this serial murder case is the top priority.

"Faster, faster!"

Waiting at the door of the train, he held his skateboard and rushed down the moment the door opened, sliding towards the ticket gate of the station.

There were still thirty minutes before the death of Nanako Motogami and the fire in the hotel. If he was fast enough, he might be able to catch up. He must stop Mr. Mizutani.

"Damn it, there is also a festival in Tokyo tonight, and the road ahead is blocked!"

Jumping down the road, Conan dropped the skateboard on the embankment river, stepped on the acceleration button on the skateboard to make it rush to the fastest speed, bounced again at the next intersection, and successfully landed on the sidewalk of the bridge, scaring the kissing couple.

"Sorry!"

The surroundings of Tokyo Tower have all been extinguished because of the closure of the tower. There are no people now. The only thing glowing in the dark environment is some warning lights on the tower.

The skateboard stopped at the gate when the power went out. After stepping on it twice, Conan found that there was no response. He didn't care about anything and ran directly to the locked door and sneaked in under the blind spot of the security guard.

"Strange, was there such a skateboard over there just now?"

Sitting in the security room, the fifty-year-old security guard held chopsticks in one hand and a white wine glass in the other hand. In front of him was a table of fried potatoes, sausages and other snacks. He drank alone.

"Forget it, I must be dazzled..."

Because he was worried about being discovered by the security guard, Conan climbed the stairs to the second floor from the emergency passage first, and then took the elevator directly to the exhibition hall.

Against the backdrop of the neon lights outside, the elevator door slowly opened, and the white elevator car lights shone into the exhibition hall. Conan looked at the man with a pale back, adjusted his glasses, and walked out gently.

"Mr. Mizutani, please give up your plan to kill tonight."

The man turned around slowly. He was obviously very young, but his face looked unusually old and dead.

【This is worse than an uncle...】

"I'm really surprised. I thought it was the police, but it turned out to be a primary school student like you."

Conan was stunned for a moment when he found that Mizutani seemed to be very familiar with him, and immediately understood something.

"Are Sawamura Shun and you in the same group?"

"No, he just told me that you were investigating the case."

Mizutani Kosuke picked up a bottle of red wine from the next table, opened it, and poured it for himself: "He also persuaded me to surrender and was willing to share the responsibility of murder with me."

"But this is wrong, you are a murderer, he shouldn't tell you."

Looking at Conan in a daze, Mizutani took a sip of red wine.

"It is human nature to be biased against justice. Little brother, if you can't recognize this, you will never be a real detective. At best, you will just be a master of solving puzzles with cases."

"Ah... I knew it a long time ago, but I still don't want a guy who obviously didn't kill anyone to be used as a scapegoat, so I came here."

The elementary school student took out a document from behind: "This is the employee certificate of Mr. Motogami's company. After I called to say that he was related to this case, the president there was eager to fax it to me."

[Of course, it borrowed the title of Uncle Kogoro's famous detective. 】

"Damn it!"

A voice that did not belong to the two of them sounded in the dark. Conan smiled lightly and slowly turned to the position where the voice was just spoken: "It's a pity. I'm afraid that after this time, Mr. Motogami, who entered the Hiyori Company with Mr. Mizutani's patent, can only be spurned by this industry."

After Nanako Motogami passed away, as compensation for the Motogami family, Mizutani signed the patent rights to Motogami Kazuki, and he also entered the company that Mizutani was originally going to join.

"How did you find out that I was the real murderer?"

Holding a 1911, Motokami Kazuki appeared in Conan's sight, leaning against the glass. He looked very angry, as if he had a shot to blow up the idea of ​​this kid dressed like a dog.

"No, how could a kid like you think so much? It must be that mustache named Maori Kogoro, tsk..."

[Hey, the uncle's strength is being praised again...]

While on the Shinkansen, Conan has been thinking about a question, if Mizutani Kousuke did not leave the hotel that night to invite Sawamura Shun to join his team again, what would the situation be like. Motokami Nanako and Mizutani Kousuke would not die in the fire... No, they should both die in the fire.

"Hattori... the detective told me that he went to the hotel to observe at night. The hotel owner said that the remaining emergency exit doors from the fire two years ago were replaced and placed in the warehouse. After he asked to open the warehouse, he found clues inside."

Conan put his hands behind his back vigilantly and quietly opened the anesthetic needle, ready to knock him out before Ben Shanghe Shu jumped up.

"Oh, what traces?"

Ben Shanghe Shu put away the gun that was originally aimed at Conan, and seemed to be very interested in the so-called traces.

"On the door of the emergency passage on the fifth floor, Hattori found a black adhesive tape, which is a matching item for each room provided by the hotel.

"What does this mean? It's just something that every room has. Maybe it was a prank by a child who stayed in the hotel before the fire. "

Motokami Kazuki glanced at Mizutani Kousuke who had been standing next to him, and slowly moved away from him.

"Indeed, but the hotel cleaners clean on time at 8 o'clock every afternoon. Hattori stayed there specially. The hotel cleaners even wiped the door of the emergency passage from top to bottom, not to mention a piece of tape stuck on it. "

"Could it be..." Mizutani staggered: "The only one who died in the fire two years ago was Nanako, and that was what she left behind."

"Yes, Mr. Motokami, can you tell us what is stuck on the end of the tape? Because of the fire, it seems to have been burned." Conan looked at Motokami Kazuki quietly.

"Okay." Motokami Kazuki raised his gun again: "Anyway, I lost my job, and now I have nothing to hide."

In Mizutani's incredulous eyes, Motokami grinned and showed a healthy smile: "I heard a beeping sound, probably the mobile phone pendant I gave her..."