"As expected."

Hearing this, the young police officer was not surprised. He realized that this case was not simple from the very beginning when he saw Uncle Maori's posture.

However, he clearly remembered that Uncle Maori was in his field of vision from beginning to end and did not leave to look for clues.

In other words, can Uncle Maori deduce the truth just by standing here?

Or does Uncle Maori have help?

Thinking of this, the police officer glanced at Guangyou who was standing nearby: "This kid seems to have helped a lot. He should be the helper sent by Mr. Maori. He looks like the Baker Street Squad."

"Is Mr. Mori already training a successor?"

"Detective from the doll?"

He thought a lot, but thousands of words finally merged into one sentence: "You are indeed Mr. Maori. If I were half as good as him... no, one third as capable as him, I should be able to be promoted."

Feeling the eyes on him, Guangyou slowly turned his head and glanced at the police officer. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but cursed: "What's going on with this police officer...Why does Mao always feel that he is just in his head?"

A lot.”

In him, Guangyou discovered emotions such as doubt, envy, and admiration in turn.

Moreover... Guangyou's sixth sense told him that this police officer envied him.

This made him confused as to what he had to envy.

I'm afraid this thing doesn't have cat cakes.

He admired him, but the police officer did not forget about business and asked quickly: "Mr. Maori, according to you, who is the murderer?"

"The prisoner is the one who knew that Mr. Hirai was going to the observatory to repair the handrails."

Looking at the increasingly panicked look on Kondo's face, Conan continued, "In addition, the prisoner's body shape is similar to Mr. Hirai, and he is wearing the same uniform as Mr. Hirai, which means..."

The identity of the prisoner has not yet been revealed, but everyone present basically guessed who the murderer was.

The person who guessed the murderer slowly turned his head towards Kondo, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"The only person who meets these conditions is Mr. Kondo who is currently present." Conan retracted his gaze from Kondo and snorted, "Yes, the murderer of this murder case is you, Mr. Eiichiro Kondo!"

The police officer had some understanding of the information before and after the contact, but because he was not sure, he had to ask: "Mr. Mori, do you mean that Mr. Kondo pushed Mr. Hirai off the cliff first, and then waited for you guys to get to the observation deck?"

What did you jump to that tree?"

"That's not the case..." Conan paused for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Guangyou, and then said, "Guangyou, tell this police officer why."

Guangyou, who had just recovered, was stunned again. Is it him again?

This has nothing to do with him, and to be honest, he really hasn't thought about this issue.

He had just thought about three questions: was this case a murder, what was the evidence, and who was the suspect.

But it’s not impossible to answer. This question is not difficult. The key word is “time”.

Guangyou, who was preparing to continue the performance with Conan, was about to answer when he heard Xiao Ai whisper to him: "Time, the time of death and the time of falling off a cliff are different."

Seeing Guangyou frozen on the spot, Xiao Ai thought he couldn't answer, so she reminded him.

Regarding Xiao Ai's kind reminder, Guangyou did not explain in a disgraceful manner that he had known it for a long time, but simply nodded to show that he understood.

"Mr. Police Officer, there is a fatal flaw in the method you mentioned." Guangyou glanced in the direction of the wooden house and continued to explain, "That is time."

The police officer was a little confused and murmured these two words repeatedly: "Time?"

At this moment, the voice of "Uncle Maori" sounded again: "Guangyou, you brat, don't show off. Do I usually only teach you to show off?"

"Damn it...are you still calling me a brat now?" Guangyou had no expression on his face, but veins popped up on his forehead. After calming down a little, he pretended to apologize, "I'm sorry, I'll say it right away."

When Conan heard this sentence, he felt that every cell in his body was exuding a "refreshing" signal.

It's like drinking iced Coke in the dog days of summer or eating hot pot in cold weather.

"Why didn't I think of this method before?" Conan didn't expect that his whim would bring him such great fun.

He originally thought that he could increase his efforts in the future, but after careful consideration, Conan decided to give up in the future.

If it really pissed off Guangyou, it would be more than just feeding him dog food.

Conan felt a little regretful when he thought of giving up. This was one of the rare opportunities for him to tease Guangyou.

Guangyou didn't know about his psychological activities. At this time, Guangyou wanted to end the case quickly and then settle the score with Conan.

"We came here simply to enjoy the scenery. The time we arrived at the observation deck was not fixed, which would lead to a considerable error in the time Mr. Kondo jumped and the actual time Mr. Hirai fell."

After calming down, Guangyou continued to explain: "As long as an autopsy is performed and the time of death is determined, there will be huge loopholes in the plan, leading to failure."

"That's it." The police officer looked at Guangyou with stern eyes, nodded, and said secretly, "Is this the child raised by Mr. Maoli?"

"I asked him to answer my question out of cultivation, right? He's really well-intentioned!"

"You look like a primary school student, but you think so thoughtfully. You are worthy of being Mr. Mori!"

After this problem was solved, the police officer asked the next question: "Then how did he do it?"

At this time, Guangyou glanced in the direction of the wooden house.

He swore that if Conan called him again this time, as soon as the case was over, he would go to Conan to talk about life and ideals in a civilized way.

Fortunately, Conan has mastered that degree. This time it was him who reasoned: "Just use the tree. As long as Mr. Kondo jumps off the observation tower first, put Mr. Hirai on the tree, and wait until he climbs down safely."

Push Mr. Hirai down."

"I see. In this case, there is indeed no error in time."

Anyone who can be a policeman is not too stupid. After hearing this explanation, he also understood the general method. He turned his head, glared at Kondo fiercely, and shouted sternly, "I didn't expect you to be so unscrupulous in order to kill someone."

"Isn't it too dangerous to jump off the cliff from the observation tower?"

Even he had to admit that Kondo was really brave.

If any mistake is made while dancing, the person will be in trouble immediately.

"Wrong, he is very safe." Conan explained, "Guangyou told me that he found a climbing nail on the cliff between the observation deck and the platform. I estimate that Mr. Kondo installed it last night or this morning.

Hiking spikes?"

"As long as you tie one end of the rope to yourself and the other end to the climbing nail, there is no danger in jumping."

"When Mr. Kondo saw us tourists this morning, he urged Mr. Hirai to repair the handrail. After sending us to the hiking trail, he took a shortcut and ran straight up the mountain."

"Then, he laid an ambush and killed Mr. Hirai, then put Mr. Hirai on the tree. When we arrived at the observation deck, he jumped down according to the method I told him and pushed Mr. Hirai off the cliff."

"Finally, he took a shortcut back to the cabin and waited for us to call the police. In this way, his alibi was complete."

There was a slight pause at this point, which seemed to give a few people a chance to digest the information.

After waiting for a while, Conan continued. This time he raised his voice and snorted: "Mr. Kondo, am I right?"
Chapter completed!