"Drawing this..." Chi Feichi moved his hand a little, letting Conan see the sail patterns on it. There were five in total, and he had basically figured it out.
Conan was stunned, and then his eyes showed thoughtfulness.
Wait, this pattern...
Chi Feichi was also considering whether to wait for Conan to deduce it. He was just involved in it and wanted to study the other party's method, so he restored it. He wasn't interested in reasoning, which was a waste of saliva and troublesome. However, Conan still had to find the culprit, think of evidence, and break the magic trick. It would take a while, which seemed more troublesome...
In the silence, Suzuki Sonoko said disappointedly, "Is it my fault?"
"Huh?" Mouri Ran was surprised.
"I chose Hamano as the party minister," Suzuki Sonoko blamed herself. "If he hadn't been alone in the room at that time, he wouldn't have been killed. I just chose him and harmed him..."
Chi Feichi came back to his senses and said, "No."
Eh?
The others were surprised, but they only thought that Chi Feichi wanted to comfort Suzuki Sonoko, and didn't know how to comfort people, so he just said this sentence.
Suzuki Sonoko felt warm in her heart. Although it was only two words, denying that she had harmed others in a flat and firm tone made her feel a lot more relieved.
"Yeah, don't take it to heart," Kuroba Kaito, disguised as Doi Takatsuki, also smiled and comforted her. Chi Feichi is not good at comforting people, so let me do it. "Your eyes were blindfolded at the time, and you randomly selected cards to make marks on. It's like a lottery. No one will blame the person throwing the darts. For the same reason, you were just acting as an assistant for Mr. Hamano's performance, so don't blame yourself."
Conan pondered, feeling that he had grasped something key, but the specifics were still a bit blurry.
Performance... assistant?
"No, it's not appropriate to describe it as a lottery, because what everyone does was already determined in advance," Chi Feichi spoke again, attracting everyone's attention again. "At that time, Mr. Hamano had already drawn marks behind the papers with names written on them, and the pen used by Ms. Sonoko to make marks after being blindfolded actually couldn't write, and didn't leave any marks at all."
He thought of this method from the beginning. He had learned some simple magic tricks with Kuroba Kaito in the past few days, plus...
This trick was exactly the same as the one in the Art Museum with the walking armor. He remembered the method of that case.
"But the one who gave Ms. Sonoko the pen at that time was Ms. Tanaka," Kuroda Naoko looked at Tanaka Kikue. "Does that mean..."
"Ms. Tanaka is Mr. Hamano's performance assistant," Chi Feichi said. "And Ms. Sonoko is just the lucky audience member randomly selected to come onstage."
Conan's eyes lit up. Yes, that's it!
So the murderer is...
Others looked at Tanaka Kikue, with a hint of suspicion in their eyes.
Tanaka Kikue felt tight in her heart, but she didn't show it on the surface. "Yes, I was asked by Mr. Hamano to cooperate with him to hand a pen that couldn't write, but I don't know how he arranged it..."
"Really don't know?" Chi Feichi didn't wait for Tanaka Kikue's answer and continued calmly. "Mr. Hamano's original arrangement was for Mr. Doi Takatsuki to be the party minister, but after he said it confidently, the result was that the paper with his own name on it corresponded to the party minister. He was very surprised at the time."
"Maybe he accidentally made a mistake when preparing for this performance," Tanaka Kikue defended.
"Okay, let's not talk about this first," Chi Feichi also didn't pester. "At that time, Ms. Tanaka was responsible for boiling water in the washroom, and from the ceiling of the washroom, one can easily climb up and enter the second floor through the second-floor window. If you don't believe it, you can just find someone to try. It's very easy to climb up to the second floor..."
Conan: "..."
When did this guy notice it?
Although seeing Chi Feichi so confident, he should be sure, but still need to confirm...
"No need to try, I've seen it. The ceiling is indeed not high, and you can climb up to the second floor," Tanaka Kikue deliberately showed a little dissatisfaction. "Are you suspecting me of being the murderer, Mr. Chi? But if I were the murderer, how could I not leave footprints on the snow and send Mr. Hamano's body to such a far clearing? This is simply not something that humans without wings can do, right?"
"The method is this..." Chi Feichi held up the notebook, and among the five sail patterns on it, the last one was circled. "Want to try it?"
Tanaka Kikue's face immediately turned pale. She remembered that Chi Feichi was drawing there right after he returned. That is to say, he knew her crime method after seeing the body and going to the suspension bridge once?
Just unsure how the specific rope was wrapped, so sat there and restored it?
"Of course we have to try," Doi Takatsuki looked at Tanaka Kikue seriously. "What do you think, Ms. Tanaka?"
Tanaka Kikue was silent. This method would definitely work, but she couldn't guarantee whether the other party had evidence...
"Then let's try it!" Conan also said.
"Wait, before going, I'll state the evidence first, lest Ms. Tanaka throws the evidence away," Chi Feichi interrupted. "On our way back from the suspension bridge, I noticed that Ms. Tanaka fell to the last when passing through the jungle, and disappeared for a period of time. You should have gone to collect something, right? For example, the arrow of the crossbow used to help complete the crime method. That kind of thing will still be discovered if thrown randomly. The best way is to collect it and take it back to the house, find an excuse like boiling water to go to the kitchen and burn it. But you didn't have a chance to find a reason to leave here after coming back. The arrow should still be hidden in your shoe now. As for why it is an arrow, everyone will understand after completing the deduction of the crime method."
Tanaka Kikue's hands in front of her tightened, already a little shaky.
Conan looked at Chi Feichi blankly. He just had a clue, and this person had already found the method and evidence.
What kind of person is this guy?
The speed of solving the case is too exaggerated!
If he also knew the motive... Ha, impossible...
Chi Feichi: "I also have the motive..."
Conan: "..."
Chi Feichi continued, "Previously, 'Shadow Master' said in the chat room, 'The death of the escape magician Harui Fuden was all caused by you'. I was curious and asked others what was going on. At that time, 'Magician's Apprentice', which is Ms. Sonoko, told me that before I entered the chat room, people in the chat room discussed Mr. Harui Fuden's escape magic and said they hoped to see his performance again.
I checked the news reports. Mr. Harui Fuden, who was originally elderly and had retired from the magic performance stage, announced his comeback shortly after that, but died accidentally in an escape magic performance.
And when Mr. Harui Fuden first performed on stage, he used the stage name 'Ikasama Douji'. Combined with this, the 'Ikasama Douji' in the chat room was actually Mr. Harui Fuden. He saw that everyone in the chat room said they wanted to see his performance, so he came back to perform again on stage.
However, after Mr. Harui Fuden passed away, the chat account 'Ikasama Douji' was still being used. I felt very strange, and even doubted whether my previous guess that 'Ikasama Douji' was Mr. Harui Fuden was correct. This is also the reason why I came here..."
In the chat room, in order to pretend not to know each other, he was not very close to Kuroba Kaito. He really did deliberately ask such questions, and it was indeed Suzuki Sonoko who told him.
As for the subsequent investigation, it was fabricated. To put aside his relationship with Kuroba Kaito, he also had a hard time.
Tanaka Kikue, who had been silent, sighed weakly, took the arrow out of her shoe, and smiled bitterly. "You are right. 'Ikasama Douji' is Harui Fuden, who is also my grandfather. That day he suddenly said he wanted to make a comeback. I was surprised. Until he passed away, I sorted out his relics and discovered his chat account, and also saw the previous chat content in the chat room.
You probably don't know, right? He intended to tell you his true identity after succeeding. There was an unread email in his computer, 'I succeeded! Are you happy? – Ikasama Douji – Harui Fuden'. That was the content.
However, I didn't kill Mr. Hamano because they wanted to see my grandfather's escape performance and caused my grandfather to die. That was my grandfather's choice. But they..."
"'That old man died in the cold water', 'He also wanted to die on stage, laugh', things like that," Chi Feichi took over the words, reading those chat contents, but the tone was still as calm and indifferent as always, making it sound a little strange. "At that time, I had just entered the chat room and also saw these. Then, 'Escape King', who laughed and jeered with Mr. Hamano at that time, hasn't come yet. He is already dead, right? As for the other 'Shadow Master' who has never come, it should be a fake account you registered by other means. It is a non-existent person who is intended to take the blame for murder for you."
"Yes, exactly right," Tanaka Kikue was helpless. "Completely seen through by you."
Others were shocked.
Someone else died?
No, it should be said, someone else died before, and even failed to come?
Conan was already a bit numb.
Method, evidence, motive. How long has it been since the incident happened, and the whole set has been put in front of them.
And even these bits and pieces of details are not missed...
What kind of monster is this guy?
"Your grandfather was a very cute old man," Chi Feichi said. "No intention of mocking."
"I know, he would have liked this evaluation very much," Tanaka Kikue smiled, but her smile was full of sadness, and looked at Kuroba Kaito. "Actually, there is one more person who knows that 'Ikasama Douji' is my grandfather, Doi Takatsuki. Before my grandfather's comeback performance, he sent an email to encourage my grandfather..."