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Chapter 105 The Dumpling Murder Case in Chinatown (The End)

"Hey!"

Mr. Wu shrugged his hands, but seeing that the frame didn't budge, he refused to believe it and became even more interested.

He grinned, revealing a large set of teeth, and teased, shaking his head, "Hey buddy, you seem so unhappy, you don't mean to be hiding some secret, do you?"

"Please stop teasing me."

Seeing him stop, Kuromon Haruya tilted his head helplessly and shrugged, "You won't feel anything about next year's fortune unless you know it on the first day of the new year."

'We were just waiting for you to let your guard down!'

With a sly chuckle, Mr. Wu immediately took a few steps back, his eyes wide, and removed his sunglasses: "Let me see your true colors..."

With a crackling sound, a pungent liquid rained down from the sky. The black and white bird droppings landed squarely on Mr. Wu's washbasin, thoroughly soaking both of his three eyes.

"Ugh! How disgusting."

Fanze Zhenren shrank his head in disgust and quickly moved aside, but secretly he was amused: Who told you to say a bunch of pretentious nonsense and get lucky?

Looking up, at the very top of the screen background, a jet-black raven is hopping around happily, occasionally cawing and mocking the ugly behavior of the two-legged creatures on the ground. It is clearly the culprit!

Mr. Wu lost his balance and fell to the ground, closing his eyes tightly, afraid that something foul might get into them.

"Paper! Do you have any wet wipes? Can someone send me some?"

He didn't care about manners at that moment, and groped around on the stage, grabbing a piece of cloth to wipe his face.

Reaching out and grabbing his sleeve, Mr. Kawashima pulled a bag of wet wipes from his pocket, intending to replace the handkerchief Mr. Wu was clutching tightly: "I have some wet wipes here, use these to clean it better. You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"Hurry up and wipe it off for me, how am I supposed to know how much is on me!" Mr. Wu waved his hand away and shouted in his hoarse voice.

As Conan crossed the blockade formed by the intertwined legs of the crowd, a white light reflected from his eyes.

"Pity."

Kuromon Haruya walked over with his hands in his pockets, a gentle smile on his face. He bent down to pick up the sunglasses that had fallen to the ground, and after putting them on Mr. Wu, he teased, "Looks like your divination wasn't very accurate."

"Hahaha, what a perfect 'drenched in shit'! I think it's pretty accurate, it really matches the ominous divination." Chairman Matsuo laughed heartily, unable to stop.

Kuromon Haruya smiled, looked at Conan who seemed to be deep in thought, and said nothing more.

"Tch, I already said that things are extremely vague when it comes to myself."

Having lost face several times in a row, and now suffering this misfortune, Mr. Wu wiped his face in frustration and stopped mentioning the matter of fortune-telling.

Strange, after he calculated the divination today, he specially offered incense and prayed to the ancestral master. Shouldn't he have turned bad luck into good?

As Mr. Kawashima threw the soiled wet wipe into the trash can, he looked at Inspector Megure and said, "Just as Ms. Urako Seiran said, during the 15 minutes on the mobile device, I was in charge of managing the wireless device on the other side of the backstage."

The fixed equipment was taken down by the guests as they left the stage, and I didn't have any contact with it during that time. There seemed to be a camera angle that could film that area. Perhaps the temporary workers who helped move the tables and dumplings were more likely to have gotten their hands on it than I was.

As he spoke, he looked at the empty backstage area and shook his head with a sigh, saying, "But they were all anonymous. Now that the incident has happened, they've all run away, so it seems difficult to find out the truth."

Chairman Matsuo followed suit, stating that he had been observing from the audience the entire time and that he had video evidence to prove it.

The case's progress has centered on a common focus—the recorded program footage.

With the help of the back-end equipment, the police officers sifted through videos taken by various cameras during the time of the incident and extracted and presented them.

"How could this be?!" Inspector Megure watched the feedback on several screens repeatedly, speechless.

It was as if they knew a murder was about to occur. During the 15 minutes of the crime, all four suspects remained in the center of their respective frames, never leaving the camera's view for a moment.

"Could it be that the murderer has really fled the scene?"

Just then, a police officer jogged up to Inspector Megure with a chip attached: "Inspector, we've discovered a camera that's unexpectedly capturing footage of a fixed microphone."

He took the chip and began the presentation. After a brief pause when the hosts put down their equipment, Mr. Wu, dressed in a Tang suit, slowly walked to a spot five meters away from the equipment. After a short while, he suddenly shuddered and quickly left the scene.

Just after Mr. Wu left, a shifty-eyed middle-aged man dressed very similarly to Mr. Wu sneaked to the equipment, quietly took out a bottle, and smeared an unknown liquid on it.

Mr. Kawashima suddenly leaned over, stared at the screen for a few seconds, and then exclaimed, "I know this person! He's also one of Chairman Matsuo's subordinates!"

After watching the video, Chairman Matsuo's face turned ashen, and now he was trembling with rage: "Kawashima, you'd better think about the consequences before you speak!"

"Are you threatening a witness in front of the police?!" Inspector Megure straightened his chest and met Matsuo's gaze without flinching.

Fanze watched the scene of people pointing fingers at each other and him suspecting the other, his mind a complete mess. He looked at Heimon Haruya and saw that even the teacher who had volunteered was daydreaming, so he moved to a corner without any qualms and obediently broke the rules by spacing out.

"No, the criminal didn't poison the microphone."

Just as Matsuo was stammering and unable to give an explanation, Conan squeezed into the crowd, pointed at the video, and said, "Look here, this gentleman is on the microphone handle, right? Don't you think that's strange? The only place where cyanide was detected is the button."

"Hiss, that's true." Inspector Megure looked at it repeatedly and also noticed the anomaly.

"Moreover, the utensils we use when eating dumplings are spoons and chopsticks. If the poison only gets on our fingertips, we're lucky and it will be absorbed after the meal, so we won't be poisoned. Conversely, we just need to make sure that the victim will ingest the poison."

Standing by the trash can, Conan took out the borrowed rubber gloves, found a toothpick, and asked Mr. Wu for the handkerchief he had touched: "Put the poison on the handkerchief the victim always carries, then turn all the toothpicks in the toothpick box upside down. Use the victim's eating habits to poison them."

"You are the culprit, Mr. Kawashima!"

Kawashima chuckled dryly, neither confirming nor denying Conan's statement: "Little brother, you're just spouting nonsense without any evidence, aren't you?"

“That’s not necessarily true.” Conan smirked. “You haven’t been wearing gloves from the moment you got on stage. I’ve already checked the microphone that Ms. Urako Seiran gave you. The problem is that the battery is leaking. Although it won’t have a big impact on your skin, it will definitely leave residue. Besides, your attempt to snatch the handkerchief was too obvious.”

“I saw it very clearly from the stage. The victim collapsed and died while picking his teeth. There is only one possibility for this toothpick to be in the trash can: the perpetrator deliberately threw it away after going on stage to avoid the police suspecting him! You are the only person who can know the camera positions, examine the host's clothing, and understand the program arrangement.”

Faced with Conan's reasoning, Kawashima remained silent for a moment, then chuckled coldly: "After all, I can't just let this charlatan die on the spot, can I?"

"Oh no!" Mr. Wu's legs trembled, and he gripped the table, his face filled with terror.

"What bad luck! The cover-up I finally came up with has run into so many oversights." Kawashima lowered his head and glared resentfully at Chairman Matsuo. "It's not like I'm the only one who's going to do it! Who knew that this old bastard would say he was going to use cyanide, but suddenly changed his mind at the last minute."

Kuromon Haruya stood behind Mr. Wu and patted him on the shoulder. He had been waiting to use a handkerchief to finish him off and solve the case in the process, but unfortunately, that didn't happen.

"So, you took advantage of Mr. Matsuo's method of poisoning the microphone?"

Kawashima nodded with delight, hands in his pockets: "That's right, isn't it just perfect to let these two evils perish together?"

"Matsuo, that guy abused his position to persecute my sister five years ago and used his connections to keep her quiet. With the help of family and friends, a kind-hearted media outlet finally paid attention to the truth and spoke out for my sister. But then, she was targeted by that scoundrel Kaneda!"

"In order to attract traffic, Jin Tian deliberately distorted the facts, maliciously edited and released his sister's interview recording, and profited from her tragedy by portraying her as a gold digger who was clinging to a rich man! In the end, amidst a barrage of condemnation, my sister, who depended on me for survival, ended her own life."

“Scum like you should repent in hell!”

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled a folding knife from his pocket and charged at Chairman Matsuo!