svetikya Chapter 150: Not familiar with a single question, but a single search reveals all the enemies.
Chapter 150: Not familiar with a single question, but a single search reveals all the enemies.
Chapter 150: A single question reveals no familiarity, a single search reveals countless grudges.
Conan was internally ranting when he turned to look at Ai Haibara, who was deep in thought.
In the past, she had no interest in discussing these things, but just now she was listening attentively, even thinking as she listened, looking quite like a detective.
Ai Haibara shook her head inwardly, still unable to deduce how Akutagawa Hiko had found clues, uncovered evidence, and identified the culprit in such a short time.
There are many distractions in verbal testimony alone. At the scene, you need to pay attention to the smallest details, whether the suspect's statements are true or false, and evidence fabricated by the murderer. This is something that can't be solved by just being smart.
Thinking about this, Ai Haibara felt a bit more approval of Conan.
"Wow, what's that!"
Kojima Genta suddenly cried out in surprise, pointing to a dark shadow on the road ahead.
"Ah, it's a little bird!"
Although Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya usually loves reading, he has excellent eyesight and was the third among them to figure out what the dark shape was.
Akutagawa stepped forward and picked up the small bird, which had been hit and suffered a concussion, but was extremely resilient and just a little dizzy.
"Oh, is it dead? How pitiful."
Ayumi Yoshida looked very worried and reached out to touch the still-warm bird.
After giving the unfortunate little bird a quick grooming with chakra, the bird affectionately rubbed against Akutagawa Hiko's fingers.
"It's okay, it's still fine."
Perhaps because he's been training in Sage Mode lately, his friendliness has increased considerably. Now, the little bird that he treated seems to have become attached to him.
Akutagawa Hiko wasn't a bird enthusiast and couldn't name the small bird, which should be a passerine. But it didn't matter; once it had chakra, its appearance would change drastically, and it wouldn't be a species anymore.
She put the little bird that was clinging to her into the pocket on her chest, and a piercing scream from the woman made everyone look up.
Akutagawa looked at the abandoned building in front of him, then at the building opposite. The scream was coming from the seventh floor of the building. Then he looked at the little bird happily frolicking on his chest. He understood everything.
"Very well, it seems someone needs the help of our Junior Detective League. As the leader, I hereby declare: Junior Detective League, deploy!!"
The title of leader of the Detective Boys was self-proclaimed by Genta Kojima. However, because Conan didn't want to compete for it, Ayumi didn't object, Mitsuhiko was completely overpowered, and Ai Haibara joined later, his position as leader was relatively secure.
However, Genta Kojima's role in the Detective Boys is roughly like vodka's role in the distillery; it feels like his absence wouldn't make a difference, and his fighting power might even be enhanced.
However, if this person were truly missing, it would always feel like something was missing.
Genta Kojima hadn't taken more than a few steps when he silently retreated, scratching his head somewhat awkwardly: "Where did the scream come from?"
Akutagawa Hiko stopped watching the commotion and led his group to the building with only two households, explaining the floor from which the screams came from.
Feeling embarrassed, Genta Kojima rushed towards the stairwell, only to be stopped by a pane of clear glass: "It's glass."
As he slid down the glass, Genta Kojima was clearly not satisfied with his performance, looking dejected.
The group quickly comforted their friend, while Akutagawa Hiko approached the administrator: "Hello, we just heard a woman scream."
So I wanted to go up and take a look.
The administrator looked extremely surprised: "How could that be? I didn't hear anything!"
Akutagawa Hiko nodded: "It seems this building is very soundproof."
The knocking sound, which could be heard by anyone standing on the rooftop contemplating suicide, went unheard by the deceased's wife, who was not far away in the bathroom.
They could hear the screams from so far away outside, but the administrator didn't hear anything.
Thinking of the railing that left a dent with every smash, Akutagawa Hiko thought that the entire budget for building this building was probably spent on soundproofing.
The administrator glanced suspiciously at the group of children, thinking this person might be there to cause trouble, but then he felt the person looked familiar and looked at the newspaper on the table.
In an instant, the administrator's gaze darted back and forth between the two: "You, you, you, you... you're the famous detective who solved so many bizarre cases, Mr. Akutagawa!!"
Now the administrator no longer thought it was a prank and immediately tried to open the gleaming glass door.
However, before he could do anything, the glass door opened by itself, and a woman in her thirties ran out and fell to the ground.
"Something terrible has happened—my husband—he—he's been murdered on the balcony!!"
The woman, whom Akutagawa Hiko helped up, looked very nervous and could barely speak.
His words sent chills down everyone's spines, after all, this was a murder case.
After Akutagawa Hiko revealed his identity, the group immediately rushed onto the elevator, including the man who had just returned carrying a bag of fishing gear, one of only two residents of the building.
Just as the administrator was about to open the door, he was stopped by Akutagawa Hiko, who was already quite experienced.
Akutagawa Hiko took a white handkerchief out of his pocket, grasped the doorknob, pushed open the door, and the group went inside.
However, besides the shoes that the deceased's wife hadn't had time to wear, there were two pairs of men's leather shoes in the entryway.
On the balcony stood a middle-aged man with an older-looking face. The man's name was Tsuchibashi Tetsuo. He said that he had just heard a woman scream, so he came down to check.
The police arrived quickly. Inspector Megure glanced helplessly at his new junior colleague whom he had just met. Although he hadn't been involved in the previous case, he was already facing a new one so soon. Was he really being haunted by something dirty?
Should we go and pray at a shrine?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Inspector Megure suddenly remembered that there was a case at the famous Beika Shrine that this guy had solved.
Looking at it this way, it's impossible to suppress it.
Stop, stop—
This world is scientific; there are no supernatural forces like ghosts or dirty things.
Having barely managed to regain his composure, Inspector Megure began his routine questioning.
"Dirty thing!" Conan suddenly sneezed loudly, rubbed his rhinoceros horn in confusion, and listened attentively to the suspect's confession without giving it much thought.
The suspects in this world seem to understand one thing: the sum of all their suspicions always equals 1.
Therefore, the more others are suspected, the less you are suspected.
Therefore, it's easy to find situations where you know nothing about the people you ask, but a quick search reveals that they have a history of conflict with you.
Aside from the former fishing tackle shop owner who confessed to being a suspect, the other two started revealing each other's secrets.