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"What are you talking about?" Maori Kogoro said with his hands in his pockets, blushing, "During the two fireworks, no one approached this floor, right?
President Yamato was still in the observatory when the first fireworks were set off, and he hanged himself in the president's office when the second fireworks were set off. No matter how you look at it, this is suicide."
"But……"
Just as Kuroba Kaito was about to say something, the emotional Kenta spoke first. He raised the suicide note in his hand and shouted:
"But officer! Look! Dad has a suicide note here..."
"Oh? Is there a suicide note? That would prove it was suicide..."
“不是的！爸爸他这份遗书是在16点13分传真打印的！可是在15点50分的时候，爸爸他都还打电话约我17点见面的！
That is to say, Dad decided to commit suicide in just 23 minutes! Isn’t this abnormal? ! "
"What's so unusual about this? Maybe President Yamatoda just wants to make arrangements for your funeral?"
"Officer! And the signature on the suicide note! Yamato Ichiro wrote '壹' instead of '一'! Is there anyone in this world who would write his or her name wrong in a suicide note?!"
"Huh? This seems to be true..." Kogoro Mouri glanced at the suicide note and nodded.
However, Officer Megure beside him looked at Kenta with sympathy and comfort, and said slowly:
"Master Kenta, unfortunately, Mr. Yamato's household registration name is indeed 'Ichiro'."
"what?!"
Not only Kenta, but also Karasuma Ying and Kuroba Kaito were also shocked by Inspector Megure's words.
"The name on this suicide note is correct. I just called Mr. Shan Qi, and Mr. Yamato's signature on the official document was indeed 'Ichiro', not 'Ichiro'."
"How is this possible? Dad, he, Dad..."
Kenta staggered back two steps, his eyes dull, and he looked as if he had suffered a great blow.
"What? It's the official name that even his own son doesn't know? This proves the authenticity of this suicide note..." Kogoro Mouri also felt some sympathy for Kenta.
"Officer Megure, could there be something wrong?" Karasuma Ying asked hurriedly.
“No mistake, I looked at Mr. Yamato’s household registration file before I came here, and that’s the name.
Well, don't waste any more time here, go back to the venue and explain the situation to everyone."
Chapter 74 He is lazy, but not soft-hearted
"What do you want from me, little brother?"
At the Sita venue, looking at the cute Conan beside her, Chris showed her professional smile.
"I just feel like you, sister Chris, seem very lonely here alone."
"Ah, so you want to care about me?"
Chris raised her hand and touched Conan's head, smiling and saying, "I'm sorry to bother you, little brother, but I really prefer to be alone compared to the lively scene."
"Huh? But I saw that my sister and Uncle Maori were chatting happily before..."
"Because my sister and Mr. Maori are friends."
"I see... Sister, was that absinthe that you drank?" After a few words of small talk, Conan went straight to the point, which was already a very obvious test.
「Ah, I see, you mistook me for that person...」
Absinthe, Vermouth.
Chris looked down at Conan with a faint smile on her lips.
She probably guessed why the child came to her.
Let her think about it, how should she respond to him?
Have it.
As her fingers stroked the stem of the red wine glass, a hint of teasing flashed in the depths of Chris's eyes. She opened her mouth and the tone of her voice changed instantly.
"You are very brave to test me so directly, little detective."
【Guessed it right! 】
Hearing this familiar tone, Conan smiled crookedly and felt ecstatic in his heart.
"I knew it was you, Vermouth."
In this case, did Huibara's previous feeling seem wrong?
Looking at him meaningfully, the moment she heard Conan say this wrong code name, Chris seemed to have experienced the wonderful pleasure of taking someone else's identity.
This is so interesting. It has always been those two who messed around using her identity. Now does she finally have a chance to turn the tables?
"Detective, why don't you enjoy the party and come to see me for something?" Chris started to act while swirling the red wine in her glass.
Although she herself has not learned any relevant knowledge about acting, thanks to someone's genes, she seems to be born with a talent in this area far beyond ordinary people.
"Of course I have questions for you."
Since "Vermouth" has already admitted it, Conan naturally didn't bother to act anymore. With his hands in his pockets, the two of them stood in front of the French window and he asked directly:
"What is your organization's purpose this time? Did you forge Kidd's notice? And what about President Yamatoda? Is there any relationship between him and you?"
"You have so many questions. I feel like it would be impolite if I don't answer one or two of them..."
Chris tried her best to imitate the tone of voice of the man in her memory.
"Tell me." Conan continued to ask.
"do not know."
"what?"
"Little Detective, I am not the protagonist tonight. It is very stupid to waste your time here..."
Chris drank the red wine in the glass and said quietly.
"Vermouth, what do you mean?"
Conan wanted to continue asking, but Chris just looked at the night view outside the window quietly, with no intention of answering at all.
Helplessly, he could only turn to ask about another thing he cared about.
"The officer with purple pupils you told me to be careful of, his code name, isn't it Regal?"
Not expecting this name to come out of Conan's mouth, Chris turned to look at him with a hint of surprise on her face.
[Interesting, you actually reminded this child of these? ]
"It seems that I guessed right." Conan got the answer he wanted by keenly capturing the changes on Chris's face.
"Who is he?"
Without answering him immediately, Chris looked out the window again, was silent for a long time, and then turned to look at him.
"Don't keep investigating, little detective."
"why?"
“Reger is a very lazy person. He never does unnecessary things and never kills unnecessary people.
But this does not mean that he is merciful. He never hesitates to deal with those who pose a threat.
Little detective, you are already approaching his bottom line. This is a piece of advice. If you stop now, it is not too late. "
Chris bent down, moved closer to Conan, and looked directly into his eyes, taking in the panic in his eyes.
"If you continue to investigate, you and your family...will all die."
Through Chris's pupils, Conan saw the panic in his own eyes very clearly.
[This feeling of oppression... Is this guy really Vermouth? ]
"Crack!"
At this moment, the door of the venue was opened, and Inspector Megure, Kogoro Mori, Inspector Sato, Karasuma Ei and Kenta walked in together.
"Everyone, please be quiet. I am Inspector Jusan Megure of the Criminal Investigation Division 3 of the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Division 1. I have something I need to announce to everyone..."
In front of everyone at the meeting, Megure Juzo announced the death of President Yamatoda, and also informed everyone that the police had preliminarily classified the case as a suicide.
Because the police still need to do a final search and verification, the guests at the venue can freely choose whether to leave immediately. Those who want to leave only need to leave their contact information.
"Sister Xiaoying!"
After hearing that the police had ruled President Yamatoda's death as suicide, Conan did not waste any more time with Chris and hurried to Karasuma Ying and Officer Sato.
"President Owada..."
"Well, he is dead."
"Is it really suicide?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Then why..."
Under Conan's questioning, Karasuma Ying told him everything that happened in the East Tower.
"Another 'impossible crime'? And that suicide note..." After listening to Karasuma Ying's description, Conan frowned.
The cell phone in an unusual position, the stains on the kimono, the special method of suicide, the promise made with Kenta, the hasty decision to commit suicide...
The death of Ichiro Yamatoda was obviously full of strangeness, but the conditions for committing the crime were a typical "impossible crime"...
"Sister Xiaoying, what do you think?" Conan looked up at Karasuma Ying and asked.
As the news of Ichiro Yamato's death was announced, the venue became extremely noisy. Conan, Karasuma Ei and Kuroba Kaito stood in a remote corner, discussing the doubts about the case with each other.
"When President Yamatoda died, no one in the East Tower approached the President's Office on the 53rd floor, but this does not mean that the murderer was incapable of committing the crime."
"There are many ways to create an 'impossible crime', such as throwing weapons, setting up mechanisms, and changing the real crime scene. These are methods commonly used by criminals..." Kuroba Kaito continued Karasuma Ying's words.
"Besides these, there is another possibility." Conan said in a deep voice, his glasses reflecting a strange light:
"That means the murderer used some method to make the victim kill himself!"
"This is also what I think is the most likely scenario." said Karasuma Ying.
On the way back, she thought carefully about all the clues in the president's office. If Ichiro Yamatoda was really murdered, then the murderer must have remotely used some method they didn't know yet to make Ichiro Yamatoda kill himself.