"Just a while ago, the handbag I put in my bag in the tram was stolen." Sasawa Sudai Ryo's bag in Liang's hand, with his eyebrows and eyes wide open.

"But how do you know what's here?" asked Kana Fukida.

"Because I had my mobile phone and wallet in this clutch, I hurried home and found your sushi restaurant with my spare cell phone gps." Sainzawa Suzuki frowned, his eyes wise. "But none of the customers in your shop brought a bag that could let go of the clutch, so I wondered if my clutch was hidden in the bathroom."

"So that's it." Kenya Fukida sighed in his heart. He really couldn't underestimate anyone. He seemed to be an ordinary middle-aged woman, but she also had the keen sense of a detective.

"By the way, when did your handbag get stolen?" he asked.

"Time was about an hour ago."

"In this way, it was shortly before Mr. Kogoro and the others came." Joda Kenno was delighted, and there was a reason to leave Kogoro Mori.

He touched his chin and said, "The guests who came from behind have not left here yet. In other words, the thief who stole your handbag in the tram should still be in our store now."

Although Kogoro Maori is a detective, he does not like reasoning. He feels even more bored at this time. He just wants to go home and watch TV as soon as possible after he has enough.

Therefore, he asked, "When are you going to find the thief? A smart thief will definitely wipe off all the fingerprints on his wallet."

After saying that, Satoshi Reinde smiled proudly and gave a thumbs up, "It doesn't matter, because I've touched this on the thief."

Her left thumb pressed against the band-aid, and the blood was already penetrated.

"Band-Aid?" Kogoro Mouri was stunned.

"When I was peeling an apple, I accidentally cut my fingers. Although I had already applied a band-aid, the blood still oozed out." Sasawa Ryudae's tone sank, "When the thief was stealing my bag in the tram, I grabbed the right cuff of his shirt with this hand. Now his cuff should still be covered with my blood."

She looked at the people in the store with different expressions, "So there must be blood on the right cuff of one of them, that's the evidence!"

"I'm really convinced, this aunt, look at it." The first person to respond to her was the very impatient sweatshirt man, Takaki Harashima.

After he exposed his cuffs, the bald middle-aged man Zong Jinwei, as well as the professional woman Ariyo Naiya, turned out the cuffs, so neat that there was no blood at all.

"You've seen it all?" said Kogoro Mori. "They don't have blood on their cuffs."

Sasawa Suzuki murmured with disbelief: "Impossible, this is impossible, how could it be that there is nothing."

"How much money have you been stolen?" Kanashino Fukida couldn't help but say.

Sasawa Suzuki hesitated: "The money I put in my wallet is still there..."

"Well, that's all right?"

"But the horse racing lottery that was put together with the money is gone." Sasawa Suzuki said excitedly: "That's the ten thousand horse lottery that won a million prizes!"

Chen Xing subconsciously looked at the detective opposite him.

Kogoro Mouri, who was just like nothing, was also confused, but he had not forgotten to wink at him and signaled him not to stare at him at this time.

Conan's mouth twitched, thinking that it wouldn't be such a coincidence.

"Winning a million prize of 1 million yuan?" Kanatoshi Fukuda confirmed: "Is that lottery ticket in his wallet stolen by the thief?"

"Yes, at that time, my friend and I were planning to go to dinner together. I heard the results of the competition broadcast on the radio. I admitted that when I took out the lottery and confirmed that I was a little proud, and then my bag was stolen in a blink of an eye." Sunazawa Recai recalled his face at that time and regretted it.

Kenyaki Yodo held his arms like a detective, "Did you see what that thief looks like?"

Sasawa Ryudo shook his head, "I didn't have time to look at his face at that time. I just wanted to grab him and not let him steal my bag."

"But your friend should have seen his appearance, right?" asked Kanatoshi Fukida again.

Sasawa Sudai said annoyedly: "My friend is highly myopia, and in order to see the small words on her phone, she happened to put her glasses on her forehead."

"..." Kanatoshi Fukida felt that this aunt was her lifelong enemy.

Sasawa Suzuyo once again showed his thumb, "But I grabbed the right cuff of the thief's white shirt with my blood-seeking hands..."

"But there was no blood on the cuffs on our right side of us." said Changgui of Harashima.

"Then let me take a closer look and pull my coat up a little." Sasawa Ryuki walked over, stared at it for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "Your cuffs seem a little wet."

Harashima Takaki said casually: "This is what I got wet when I was washing my hands in the bathroom just now."

Sainzawa Suzuki sneered, "It must have been washed away the blood with water in the bathroom?"

"What are you kidding? Can you clean the blood with water?" Changgui of Harashima was speechless, just as she obviously caught the thief's cuff but couldn't see the other person's appearance.

Shengze Ringdae also needs to look at the cuffs that are important to Zongjin, but the cuffs of this bald middle-aged man were also wet.

"I was so wet when I was washing my hands in the bathroom, just like him."

"The cuff on my right is also wet," said Ashino Naoya, "but it was not done in the bathroom, but was wet by the rain. It was still raining outside at that time, but I had been to the bathroom once just now."

Seeing this, Ran Maori couldn't help but cover his mouth and whispered: "Dad, is the horse racing lottery you picked up the one from that aunt?"

"Idiot, how is this possible?" Kogoro Mouri analyzed: "Her lottery was stolen an hour ago. At that time, I was watching the horse racing in the coffee shop of Chenxiao."

This is called absenteeism.

Conan took his mobile phone and searched, "But the horse racing competition on TV should have ended 50 minutes ago. Uncle, after you went to buy horse racing lottery, you only watched the last game. So more than an hour ago, you should be on the betting station, right?"

"It's right to say that." Kogoro Mouri nodded first, then turned to shame and angry. What was this brat talking about!

Ran Maori followed Conan's words and reasoned, "At that time, the thief hurried to the betting station and wanted to redeem the bonus, but he collided with his father and lost the lottery."

"This, it seems to make sense." Kogoro Mouri said dazedly.

Conan smiled and said, "Then you picked up the lottery and put it in your wallet."

"You can't say that, idiot!" Kogoro Mouri was unhappy, as if there was something wrong with his character.

But he was really not sure whether his hand was hesitating when he reached into his arms.

Chen Xing looked at the detective who had been arranged for his fate, and perhaps the other party would take out the horse racing lottery in the next second.

"Probably not." He said.

Kogoro Mouri immediately stopped and said deeply: "Yes, that's right, maybe it's just a coincidence."

He nodded to Chen Xing, his eyes as if he could be able to thrust both sides of you in the next moment.

Chen Xing touched his chin and smiled lightly.
Chapter completed!