Chapter 654 Mao Lilan: Conan will not have any food tonight
On the other side, Conan and Yuya were still discussing the case.
Yuya flipped through the photos on his phone—the receipts, the red T-shirt with the flag signal.
Speaking of which, this receipt is a bit strange. Obviously, you only need to tear off the upper left corner to conceal the place where the T-shirt was sold, so why do you have to tear off the right side as well...
Flag signals are generally used to convey information at sea and in the mountains, and this flag signal says "buried", which means it is in the mountains.
Mountain... Wait, Youya turned to the photo of the receipt and suddenly realized that the receipt with torn sides looked like a mountain!
Youye suddenly understood something and opened the web page to search.
He first entered "snow mountain" and "accident", thought for a while, and then entered "December 12".
Soon, a series of entries appeared on the web page.
I don’t know if it was God’s will, but there was only one accident on the snowy mountain on December 12, and that was in the news more than ten years ago.
Yuya clicked on the news, which said that a professional mountaineer had died and gone missing in an accident while climbing a snowy mountain.
Red T-shirt... Could it be that this accident was not an accident, but... a homicide?
Thinking of this, Yuya told Conan his reasoning.
"Ah, it seems that our speculations are similar. In addition, I also found out that when you buy something here, the salesperson will first collect the customer's cash, and then take the goods to the cashier to pay... There is only one cashier in that room."
Yuya raised an eyebrow: "In that case, the person who sent the red T-shirt is that person, right?"
Conan said: "It should be correct. We know the intention of the sender, but what is the purpose of the bomber who received the clothes? Why did he make a big deal out of it?"
If you want to find the sender, it is not difficult to ask Kogoro Mouri to investigate. The other party should also understand this, but why did he still use a bomb to do such a thing?
Yuya touched his chin and said, "I don't know, but I think he has a lot of confidence in himself, otherwise he wouldn't have done this in front of Uncle Kogoro."
While Yuya and Conan were deducing the identity of the sender, Subaru Okiya, who was hiding in the crowd, also roughly figured it out.
He took out his cell phone and started typing a message, glancing slightly sideways at someone on the other side.
The other party looked over as if he had sensed something, but didn't find anything - there was no one else in that direction except the guests who were watching the fun.
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Kogoro Mouri felt a vibration in his arms. He took out his cell phone and found that it was an email from an unfamiliar number.
He opened the email and his eyes widened at the content - what is this? !
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck, followed by a familiar feeling of drowsiness - what is this? !
Kogoro Mouri staggered back a few steps and sat down unsteadily against the wall.
Seeing this scene, the onlookers were not worried, but cheered excitedly.
"Ah! I know, that's the legendary..."
"Sleeping Kogoro!"
"Come on, let's see your reasoning!"
Mao Lilan was shocked when she saw this scene: "Wait, K... Dad, there's a bomb next to you!" Conan is such a fool, he just reasoned, but couldn't he take a good look at the situation around him? What if the bomb exploded? !
Maori Kogoro (Conan) chuckled: "Don't worry, I won't let the bomb explode."
He continued, "Don't you find it strange? As long as you look at the logo on the receipt, you can easily tell that those red T-shirts were purchased at the sporting goods counter here. The receipts were all issued at 12:28. As long as you wait nearby at that time, the sender will show up sooner or later. Why make such a big fuss?"
Mao Lilan said tentatively: "The sender must not have shown up, so the bomber knocked the uncle unconscious in the toilet and tied a bomb to him to force him to find the sender."
Conan retorted: "That's exactly what's strange. If you want to tie the bomb to him, you must hide it from others. Then he has to leave the surveillance counter. What if the sender shows up during that time?"
Mao Lilan thought it made sense and said after thinking for a while: "Maybe he has an accomplice?"
Conan reminded: "That's impossible. Look around... people are talking on the phone everywhere, right? If the guy who wants to occupy the floor has an accomplice, he will definitely not let the guests do this, right?"
Mao Lilan hummed for a while, and then thought of another possibility: "That is to tie the bomb in advance before 12:28, and then..."
"That won't work either," Conan refuted mercilessly. Mao Lilan couldn't help but frown. Why didn't Conan know how to speak more tactfully? He refuted her speculations one after another so strongly, which she had come up with with great difficulty...
The more Mao Lilan thought about it, the angrier she became, and she thought to herself: I'll punish you by not having dinner tonight!
Conan felt a sudden chill for no reason, but he didn't think much about it, just thinking it was a cold wind blowing from somewhere.
He continued reasoning, “Things like bombs must be a last resort, and bombs placed on floors and at escalator entrances and exits can be disposed of as long as they are recovered before they explode.
But strapping a bomb to someone's body is a pretty risky move when the sender could come by at any time and buy the red T-shirt."
Mao Lilan snorted in her heart, but she couldn't bear to refuse to cooperate with Conan's reasoning, so she asked: "But if there is only one bomber, how can he tie a bomb to the uncle while monitoring the counter?"
Conan chuckled: "So, those bombs were not tied here, but were tied at the beginning and then brought here."
Mao Lilan was stunned: "How is this possible... Wait, could it be?!"
She widened her eyes and looked at the man with glasses in surprise.
The latter was sweating profusely and his face looked extremely nervous and ugly.
However, the tension was not like the fear caused by the bomb, but a kind of...
The guilty feeling after being exposed.