I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Recartis returned to the banquet hall and stood in the banquet hall pretending to be okay, talking with the people on the side.

It looks no different from usual, but if you are familiar with him, you can find that his mental state is not good, which is far from the heyday of the year.

"Can you help me go to the bathroom? I feel a bit of a leg injury."

After talking for a while, Recartis said to Rica Barre next to him.

"It just so happens that I have to go there too." McNaught said.

Rica Barre frowned and felt it quietly and then smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I have a little bit, hiccup, and I can easily go to the bathroom if I drink more.

So the two helped each other to take Recartis to the bathroom. In the bathroom, while the other two were not paying attention, Recartis took out an object from his pocket and threw it into the trash can.

Then he pretended that nothing happened and was helped by the two and walked out of the bathroom.

"Is it all right?" Rica Barre looked at Recartis next to him and asked with concern.

Recartis shook his head: "It's okay, but the injury recurred at the time."

While speaking, he deliberately touched his right leg and took a breath.

But before long, he straightened up and returned to the banquet hall with the help of the two.

After returning to the banquet hall, Recartis said to the Otaki Police Department: "Police officer, can the three of us go back? Both of them said they wanted to go back to the hotel."

Otaki Police Department was a little embarrassed, and smiled bitterly: "Sorry, we have regulations here, please stay a while."

"It's okay, Uncle Otaki, anyway, the three of them didn't detect the gun smoke reaction. The celebrities can't get away."

Heiji who appeared suddenly said to the side.

"but..."

"But before that, I want to ask Lei you to do me a little favor." Heiji raised his head and looked at Recartis.

Recartis frowned slightly: "Me?"

"Yeah, I want to invite you to the room you've been staying in. There is someone who wants to see you very much. That kid is your hardcore fan." Heiji looked at Rekatis and said seriously.

Recartis hesitated, and nodded: "Okay."

When he walked to the door of the room, Recartis was also a little shocked by the look before him, nothing else, this was his original plan, and it was not bad.

When he was shocked and stunned, Conan, who was leaning on the back of the stairs, said, "It's very simple to complete this technique. First, just press the door of the guest room and open it completely."

"Remove the ventilating window in the bathroom, and then take out the mop, so that the ventilating window can be placed where the room lighting can be turned on at any time.

"Then put the mop between the transom and the switch, so that it's done, then just kick the prepared football down the stairs from the top."

Conan kicked the football at his feet with very little force. The football bounced many times and slowly kicked the mop stuck between the transoms.

The lights also lit up. Looking at this situation, Recartis was afraid for a while, but fortunately he did not act, otherwise he would not have thought that one of the people present would guess his technique through this clue. .

There is another question that can come at any time,

Who put these things?

But now there is not ample time for him to think about it.

He turned and looked at Conan coming out from behind the stairs. He also wanted to see who the correct answer was derived from this information.

"As long as two or three training sessions, even a kid like me can do it. For you, who was hailed as the god of free kick in football when you used to play center, you can do it even if you are blindfolded."

Conan's expression is very complicated. On the one hand, he believes that his reasoning is absolutely correct. On the other hand, he does not want his reasoning to be correct.

At this time, he was eager for Recartis to tell the hard evidence to overthrow his reasoning, but the possibility was too small, and he sighed inwardly.

"Even if it's me, do you have any evidence?" Recartis looked at Conan and said with a smile, "My kid, you have to pay attention to evidence when you speak."

"When the gun is fired, the gun smoke will only be sprayed on the jacket and trousers. You just need to take off your jacket when you move, put on your jacket before you reach out the window, and then go back to the room and change your clothes. ."

Conan’s face was full of disappointment, “You used this pin to vent the air of the football and hide the football in your shirt.”

"I found it in the trash can after you went to the bathroom. As for the football, it was found under the signature table by the staff."

Conan's words made Recartis feel more and more wrong, he only put a needle, and he hadn't touched the rest.

Recalling Guangyou's words, Recartis also had a very bad guess in his heart.

He is not stupid. From the words of Conan and Guangyou, he came to the conclusion that someone deliberately framed him, but he didn't have a clue about the person who framed him.

"But why would you say that I put it?" Recartis looked up at Conan and asked in confusion, "I shouldn't be able to find my fingerprints."

"In fact, that reporter has long stated that the posture of his right finger is something that can only happen when eating sushi. As for the belt of his left hand, it refers to BAND."

"In sushi restaurants, the staff are used to communicating with codes. Among the dishes in the restaurant, this refers to the dish No. 8, and this is the message Ed left before he died."

Conan's words made Recartis more affirmed the thoughts in his mind. In his opinion, you can all struggle to make movements. Do you write directly on the eight will die?

Oh, no, he really will die.

But writing an eight will not hinder him much.

At this time, Recartis's attention was no longer on Conan's reasoning, but instead was recalling whether there was a sinner back then, which caused this revenge.

What made him even more alarmed was that he couldn't tell anyone about this plan, but someone knew all the plan and implemented it.

A figure flashed in his mind, but everyone was passed by him.

He is quite familiar with Rica Barre, and he often goes out to drink a small drink. He looks fierce but he is relatively easy to get along with.

The other McNaught also drank together, but he didn't have a deep friendship, because he thought McNaught was a little cautious.

Normally, he never sinned against McNord, otherwise McNord would open a hotel with him.

After thinking about it, he has never offended anyone so much in his previous career.

There must be minor friction, but it is definitely not enough to frame him and put him in jail.

"It's ironic, I wanted to prove your innocence, but the more I investigate, the more sure you are the murderer." Conan knelt down and hugged the basketball.

"But there is nothing ironclad, kid." Recartis said with a smile.

Conan hugged the football: "Where are your shoes? Generally speaking, the gun smoke of the automatic pistol will be emitted together when the cartridge case is ejected, and the revolver will spread out radially from the gun body. According to my reasoning, your shoes It should be possible to detect the smoke response on the surface."

"Go ahead and surrender, forget it... I beg you."

Suddenly, Recartis smiled: "Sorry, I just finished polishing my shoes."