When everyone rushed to the warehouse where the shattering sound came from.
Mrs. Tsuchiya has hanged herself in the warehouse.
Below is fresh blood.
Flow down her feet.
"Put her down quickly. Maybe she can be saved." Edogawa Conan ordered.
A group of adults reacted less quickly than elementary school students.
Kikuemon's three apprentices immediately divided the work and worked together to rescue the person.
Place it on the ground.
Arita felt Mrs. Tsuchiya's pulse and put down her hand helplessly for a long time.
"Already dead," he said.
"I'm going to notify the police now." Seto stood up and said.
Officer Megure arrived at the scene?
"So when the case happened, you were all in the room over there..." Officer Megure said solemnly.
"The only one who was fast asleep when the case happened was you." Officer Megure said, looking at Mouri Kogoro who looked hungover and still not awake.
"Every time you appear, people die." Officer Megure stared at Mouri Kogoro and said.
Although Tsushima Shuji often appears at crime scenes.
But before that Tsushima Shuji went to the United States, and only Mori Kogoro stayed in the country.
Murders still happen wherever Mouri Kogoro appears.
Thinking about it this way...
Every time Tsushima showed up at a crime scene, he was always with Mouri Kogoro.
"Brother Tsushima." Officer Megure came to Shuji Tsushima's side.
"Could it be that you were infected with bad luck by Brother Maori?" he asked in a low voice.
"Probably...no." The black-haired boy's voice was cold and a little confused.
Shuji Tsushima: Actually, I was infected by that elementary school student!
"It's better to stay away from Brother Maori in the future, at least don't appear on the same occasion." Officer Megure sincerely advised.
"...I understand." Tsushima Shuji nodded, as if he had listened.
"So, what happened to the wound on Mrs. Tsuchiya's calf? It looks like there was blood all over the floor." Officer Megure said, looking at the bleeding wound on the corpse's calf.
"It must have suddenly fallen down while hanging and was scratched by fragments, and then it was hung again." Mouri Kogoro suddenly said.
"This kind of thing happens all the time, such as the rope snare is too big and the rope is not tied tightly..." he said in a well-informed tone.
Shuji Tsushima blinked silently.
Indeed, if the rope is not properly fixed, it is easy to fail to commit suicide by hanging.
However, after countless hard attempts, the loops made by the ropes I use to hang are now perfect!/Full of confidence
"But we only heard the sound of things breaking once." Mao Lilan asked.
"You must have been sleeping so you didn't hear it the first time." Mouri Kogoro said matter-of-factly.
"But...why did Mrs. Tsuchiya commit suicide?" Otani said in a sad tone.
Edogawa Conan looked at a group of people who regarded this incident as suicide and twitched his lips.
He quickly ran to Tsushima Shuji's side.
"Let's solve the case quickly."
"You must have noticed it," he said with a numb face.
If Shuji Tsushima is not around, he will have to reason on his own and then give Uncle Mouri an anesthesia injection.
But since Tsushima Shuji is here...
Kudo Shinichi: I will give up immediately.
"It's so strange-" the primary school student said loudly.
"The corpse had no shoes on its feet."
"Brother Tsushima said why her feet are still so clean?"
"You should be as dirty as me." After attracting everyone's attention, the primary school student sounded innocent and confused.
"Yes, then where are Mrs. Tsuchiya's shoes?" Officer Megure and Mouri Kogoro thought.
"And the dead phone found under Mrs. Tsuchiya's sheets."
"It's because Mrs. Tsuchiya is used to using the phone as an alarm clock..."
"Brother Tsushima, what do you think?" Officer Megure asked the young man in black beside him.
Tsushima’s speed in solving the case shouldn’t disappoint me...
After all, every time the other party arrives at the crime scene, he solves the case not long after...
"The murderer is Mr. Seto." The black-haired boy said calmly with everyone watching.
Edogawa Conan turned his back to everyone, with an expected expression.
I knew this guy knew it again.
Next comes the technique. How did the murderer do it?
"It was Mr. Seto who carried the sleeping Mrs. Tsuchiya back to her room last night, but Mr. Seto didn't actually carry her back to her room."
"Instead, he took people directly to the warehouse."
"Put Mrs. Tsuchiya on the shelf."
"A rope was put around her head."
"Then when Mrs. Tsuchiya woke up and turned over and fell off the shelf, she looked like she had hanged herself." The black-haired boy walked to the side of the blood stain.
"The heights at which these blood stains drip are different." He squatted down and pointed at a few of the blood stains.
"The nail on the shelf should have caused the wound on Mrs. Tsuchiya's calf."
"And ceramics are placed on the ground from the beginning."
"When Mrs. Tsuchiya falls, her body will naturally hit the ceramic and break it into pieces." The young man stood up, his iris-colored eyes darkening.
The sun shines in through the warehouse door, but only illuminates the area in front of the door.
The young man wearing a black coat stood in the area where the sunlight did not penetrate, with a calm expression.
"I didn't expect to be able to see Detective Tsushima's reasoning process with my own eyes, and at such a close distance." Kikuemon said like a fan.
There is no trace of sadness at the death of his daughter-in-law.
"But...but this is just your guess." Mr. Seto was stunned for a moment, and then retorted.
"Mrs. Tsuchiya's lips are covered with lipstick." Tsushima Shuji stood there and said.
Officer Memu and others quickly lowered their heads to check.
"Indeed, Mrs. Tsuchiya is wearing lipstick." They nodded.
"So what? Mrs. Tsuchiya wearing lipstick, what does it have to do with me being a murderer..." Mr. Seto denied stubbornly.
"So, when you were transporting the other party, did you accidentally leave traces of lipstick somewhere on your body?" Shuji Tsushima tilted his head and asked with a smile.
"Judging from my guessed handling posture, I'm afraid that lipstick mark will remain on the back of your clothes." The young man said in an inferential tone.
"Do you want to lift your coat to prove yourself?" He smiled silently and looked at the other person calmly.
"Indeed, there are lipstick marks." Officer Megure quickly came behind Seto and lifted up his coat.
I saw light red traces on the back of the clothes underneath.
"By the way, about the reason why Mrs. Tsuchiya turned over..." The young man said as if he suddenly thought of something, interrupting Seto's explanation that was about to blurt out.
"Since Mrs. Tsuchiya has the habit of using the phone as an alarm clock, then..."
"As long as the phone rings, she will subconsciously look for it."
"Conan, please." He waved to the primary school student.
Shuji Tsushima: Just be my assistant~, Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, Kudo Shinichi-senpai~
"Okay." Edogawa Conan agreed obediently.
Kudo Shinichi: It’s so natural for Tsushima to arouse people.
"Brother Tsushima, is this the one?" the primary school student asked, holding up a clay pot.
"oops--"
The clay pot accidentally fell to the ground.
The phone sandwiched on the bottom was revealed.
"This is-" Everyone was shocked.
Toru Amuro picked up the phone and handed it to Officer Megure.
"Mr. Seto, you did call Mrs. Tsuchiya this morning." Edogawa Conan said with a recalling tone from the side.
"But...Otani..." Seto tried to struggle.
But Shuji Tsushima didn't give him a chance.
"It feels uncomfortable to see your work being used to deceive others." The young man said calmly.
"How...how could you..." Seto looked surprised.
"Kikuemon only has two or three worthy works every year." The young man lowered his eyes.
"But as far as I know, Mrs. Tsuchiya has sold dozens of so-called works by him."
"But they are never sold to professional collectors, only to businessmen who pay high prices."
"The Tsushima family also considered buying it before, but Mrs. Tsuchiya rejected it." Shuji Tsushima sighed as if he was not there.
"So that's it..." Seto smiled.
"That's why I deliberately didn't make any works..." He clenched his fists.
"I already... don't want to do this anymore." He sounded angry.
"The feng shui wheel that broke was also a fake made by you, right?" the black-haired boy asked as if he had seen through everything.
"Yeah." Seto suddenly became very relaxed.
"He is indeed a famous young detective." He sighed with emotion.
…
"See you next time, Conan~" Shuji Tsushima waved.
Edogawa Conan Dead Fish Eyes: Haha, as long as I don’t meet you again at the crime scene.