Chapter 628 You Are Still Too Young (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

Conan, who had just sneaked out of the carriage, was walking alone in the woods, surrounded by intense chirping of cicadas and swarms of mosquitoes in all directions.

As if the mosquitoes were trying to suck his blood dry, they swarmed up crazily and found the right moment to take a bite.

Snap!

Conan slapped the mosquito that landed on his neck to death, intending to feast on it, and curled his lips:

“Really”

"Why would anyone come to a place like this?"

"No wonder the liquid nitrogen tank is buried in a place like this."

Circus Sunshine has chosen a location in Toshimaen, Nerima District. There is a small forest here, which is expected to be built next year, including a supermarket, and has been enclosed.

Not far away, Conan saw Detective Demi in front of him with his back turned to him.

Quickening his pace and stepping forward, he found Detective Demi and two of his men taking photos and collecting evidence in a large, empty pit.

here

This is where the liquid nitrogen tank that Aihara Chinatsu mentioned is buried.

It's not too far from the circus, only about two or three hundred meters.

At this moment, the pit was surrounded by some loose, moist soil, and the turf had also been turned up.

Craning his neck, Conan looked into the pit and found nothing but dirt.

That's right

After all, the liquid nitrogen tanks have been dug out!

"Isn't this Conan?"

Detective Demi, who was taking notes, put down his notebook, squatted down, and stroked Conan's big head:

"Why are you here?"

"Aren't you afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes?"

When it comes to the most disgusting creatures in summer, mosquitoes definitely rank in the top three.

Especially in places with vast green areas and many trees, wild mosquitoes are like crazy, biting whoever they catch.

Only a few minutes after Conan walked into the woods, he had several large red bumps on his body. The more he scratched, the more itchy he became.

Seeing his appearance, Detective Demi turned around and said hello:

"Hello!"

"Bring that thing!"

A police officer from the forensics department took out a small blue bottle with a nozzle.

"There are many mosquitoes in summer, especially in small woods."

Detective Demi took the small blue bottle, pointed it at Conan's exposed skin, and sprayed it a few times:

"If you have the opportunity in the future, remember to buy some mosquito repellent before going into the woods."

"It's best to use mint. While it repels mosquitoes, it's also slightly cooling and can increase the irritation."

Conan pretended not to understand.

Um.

He wished he hadn't understood.

But he understands it too well.

Detective Demi is such a good guy.

Even this kind of thing has been considered for him.

"Uncle Tome, Brother Sakaki asked me to ask you, is this the place where Masato Saijo buried the liquid nitrogen tank?"

The ability to falsely convey imperial edicts.

Conan claims to be second, but no one dares to claim first.

In terms of routines, he has long been familiar with them.

It doesn’t matter if I’m discovered!

Who would argue with a 'little kid' like him?

Sometimes.

Being smaller would be quite convenient, he thought.

"That's right."

Upon hearing Sakaki's order, Detective Tome immediately nodded:

"We have thoroughly inspected this forest. Only this area has been excavated. The size of the pit is also suitable and can fully accommodate a liquid nitrogen tank."

"Where's the shovel?"

Conan asked again:

"Have you had a fingerprint test done?"

"Did it."

Detective Demi said:

"On the shovel we found, the fingerprints of Masato Saijo and Chinatsu Aihara were indeed found."

After the liquid nitrogen tank was buried by Masato Saijo, it was dug out by Chinatsu Aihara. The same shovel was used. It was not surprising that there were fingerprints from both of them.

If only Masato Saijo could be more careful and wipe the fingerprints off the shovel.

If you want to solve the case, I'm afraid it won't be that simple.

But think about it again.

On such a hot day, if Masato Saijo goes out digging holes in a heavy clown suit,

You are bound to break out in a sweat, and heat stroke is not out of the question.

When he returns backstage, everyone may notice the sweat on his body, and they may become suspicious.

What's more

There are still footprints on the ground.

There wasn't much time left for Masato Saijo, and he didn't have time to deal with fingerprints and footprints.

Conan circled the pit twice and looked around carefully.

The surface that has been dug and restored looks different from the ground that has not been dug.

There is no doubt that the pit in front of him is the masterpiece of Masato Saijo.

Detective Demi was used to Conan's strange behavior.

This boy is not very old, but his eyes are extremely vicious and he always brings surprises to them.

"Huh?"

Conan suddenly squatted down:

"What's this?"

He picked up the gray-black powder mixed in the soil, sniffed it twice, and immediately frowned.

"Oh, this is soot."

Detective Demi said:

"We have discovered it a long time ago and have preserved the evidence."

After being sprayed a few times, the Metropolitan Police Department became more cautious and no longer dared to ignore the evidence at the scene.

They even have to send the soil for testing!

this time

I’m sure I won’t be scolded!

The police officers in the Forensic Division were quite complacent.

They are so smart!

"Soot"

Conan nodded. With his sensitive nose, it was impossible to smell wrong.

The ashes mixed in the soil were undoubtedly soot.

"What about the cigarette butts?"

He blinked:

"Uncle Demi is so good, he must have done a DNA comparison on cigarette butts!"

"Well"

Detective Tomi was stunned:

"We didn't find any cigarette butts."

"Where did the ashes come from without cigarette butts?"

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This situation alerted the forensic department.

In order to avoid being scolded. No.

In order to provide evidence that would help solve the case, the forensic officers began to look for cigarette butts.

But.

They turned the pile of dirt over and over, but didn't find any cigarette butts.

"Strange."

Everyone, including Detective Tomi, was completely confused:

"How could there be no cigarette butts?"

"Could it be that after Nishijo Masato finished filling the hole, he took the cigarette away before he finished smoking it?"

"Yes, that must be the case!"

Conan, who was standing aside, had a serious expression on his face, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly!

A flash of inspiration flashed behind his head, and his eyes widened.

I see

The corners of his mouth rose, and he showed a smug smile.

The criminal, it turns out, used this method to poison

No wonder he picked up the cigarette butts.

Next, all they had to do was find the discarded cigarette butts to successfully solve the case!

With excitement, Conan moved his short legs and ran away with a "whoosh".

"Huh"

Sakaki Makoto exhaled the last puff of smoke, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and walked into the cool shade of the tree.

Megure Jusan and others followed closely behind:

"Brother Sakaki Makoto, have you found the evidence?"

Without answering, Sakaki Makoto's eyes swept across Aihara Chinatsu behind the crowd and stopped on the cigarette butt that had just been thrown on the ground.

The slightly blocked train of thought suddenly became unblocked with the cigarette butt exposed to the scorching sun.

"Well, I have found it."

He sneered and said:

"It seems that you have not learned the essence of the teacher yet"

"Miss Chinatsu."