"The murderer should be someone in the hotel."

After Qin Zhibo finished speaking, everyone present was stunned.

This made Qin Zhibo a little at a loss.

When a professional team is present, the probability is 99% that the murder was a homicide, and the murderer has not yet escaped.

Isn't this basic common sense?

Faced with this inference, if someone else had said it, Maori and others would have asked why.

But the person who made this inference was the counterfeit Qin Zhibo. As the real Mouri Kogoro, he had a strong sense of self-esteem and it was certainly impossible for him to be "shameless in asking questions".

So, Mouri Kogoro looked left and right and began to look for his own clues.

First, Mouri Kogoro saw the mobile phone placed on the table, which belonged to "Moori Kogoro".

When I picked up the phone, there was a sticker with my last name written on it. The last name was "Sen".

"Tch, I'm not a kid anymore, and I still post stuff like this."

Mouri Kogoro complained, which aroused the dissatisfaction of Mao Lilan, who gave his old father a helpless half-moon eye, "It's not just children who can do it, I can do it too."

"Huh, you're still a kid, so it doesn't matter."

Mouri Kogoro returned the same look as his daughter, because in his eyes, Mourilan will always be a child.

I checked "Sen's" phone again and found that all the call records in it had been deleted, leaving no clues.

There was no data restoration technology in this era, so Kogoro Mouri could only give up looking for clues on the phone and instead focus on the suitcase on the table.

After an afternoon of hard work by "Moli Lao Liu Lang", the suitcase was finally pried open, and the broken lock balabala was scattered on the table.

Mouri Kogoro snatched the gloves from Yamamura So and opened the box. Inside was a sports newspaper that was five years out of date.

He picked up the newspaper. The front page of the newspaper was about a sumo wrestler named "Akagi Maru" who won his first victory in 18 years.

Mouri Kogoro was studying the newspaper for any clues that could bring down the impostor Qin Zhibo. Next to him, Yamamura Cao came over from underneath and saw something hidden in the newspaper.

"What is this? Black stockings?"

Shan Cuncao peeled off the cocoon and pulled out the so-called "black silk", only to find that it was actually human hair.

"ah!"

"ah--"

Mao Lilan screamed when she was frightened, and immediately held Conan tightly in her arms as a talisman.

Yamamura Cao was also shocked when Mao Lilan called him.

Mouri Kogoro responded with a disdainful look, "It's just a few hairs stuck in the newspaper, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Yamamura Cao tremblingly grabbed a lot of hair, "But, these hairs are too long, aren't they?"

"It's difficult. Could this be the curse of the man who wore a red coat and died in the forest four years ago?"

"Hmph," Kogoro Mouri snorted disdainfully, "If the curse can kill people, then we detectives and police officers don't have to eat."

Mouri Kogoro spoke about his theory of materialism with a handsome face, but a different voice came from beside him.

"The curse may really exist, but you chose to turn a blind eye."

It was Qin Zhibo who spoke.

Mouri Kogoro was stunned for a moment and looked at this impostor with disdain, who didn't even have the basic knowledge of being a detective, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Qin Zhibo looked solemn, "I have seen curses before, and I have also experienced curses myself."

“I don’t want to experience that feeling again”

The fake Qin Zhibo's tone was deep and his expression was vivid, as if he had really experienced something unspeakable.

Everyone in the room fell silent.

After all, both Mao Lilan and Yamamura Cao have weak willpower and are easily afraid of gods and ghosts.

Conan, on the other hand, has personally experienced some things that are not easy to understand, such as flying skeletons and huge pink creatures.

When Mouri Kogoro saw that no one was speaking for him, and he didn't want to spend more ideological time with this impostor, he thought of a good plan to embarrass the impostor.

"Since you think there is a curse in the world, do you think someone is cursing and killing people?" Mouri Kogoro asked.

Qin Zhibo looked at the investigation points on the hair in Shancun Cao's hand and shook his head, "No, this should be just a simple murder, and there is no curse involved."

Tsk~~ After talking for a long time, isn’t there still no curse?

Mouri Kogoro looked at the impostor with contempt, refocused his thoughts on the newspaper, and immediately compiled a set of reasoning that was different from Qin Zhibo's and was logically consistent.

"I know! It must be like this!"

"The story started five years ago. The bearded man who pretended to be me had a bet with the long-haired man in red who kept the suitcase."

"The two of them made a bet on what Akagi Maru, which had become so successful five years ago, would be like in a year, and they bet their entire net worth."

"I'm afraid that the long-haired man said this to the bearded man. My answer is in this suitcase. Let's reveal the answer together in a year."

Yamamura Soo also came out of the shadow of the curse, remembered his responsibilities, and asked: "Who is that bearded man in sunglasses who came here to pick up the box five years ago?"

"I think he is pretending to be my mustache." Mouri Kogoro smiled slightly, "The letter 'May you be cursed and die' was his punishment for breaking his promise and coming to the hotel early to seek answers."

"As for the long-haired man's answer to the gamble, it was the hair stuck in the newspaper, because shaving off the head of a sumo wrestler signifies retirement."

"The long-haired man thought that Akagi Maru would retire in a year, but he never expected that Akagi Maru would win consecutive games in Nagoya and even advance to the level of ozeki."

"Seeing that Akagi Maru had no hope of retiring, he came to the forest where he made the bet and chose to hang himself."

Yamamura Soo turned around and looked at the hanging "Mori Old Rokuro" and continued to ask: "But why did this guy commit suicide now?"

Mouri Kogoro continued seriously, "Because he heard that the long-haired man's body was found recently, and he couldn't wait to know what was in the long-haired man's suitcase."

"Later, he learned through some means that the hotel owner asked me to investigate, and he thought that if he pretended to be me, he could easily get the suitcase and see the long-haired man's answer."

"The long-haired man's answer was to retire, and Akagi Maru was just as the long-haired man expected. He announced his retirement due to injury shortly after he was promoted to the big pass."

"The long-haired man won the bet, but committed suicide before he could wait for the result. The bearded man felt that he had sinned deeply, so he used his life to make an explanation here."

Mouri Kogoro's imaginative reasoning immediately won the applause of the audience.

Especially as Mouri's biggest fan, Yamamura Cao is convinced, "Mr. Mouri is really awesome! It's really better to see once than to hear a hundred times!"

"It's nothing, this is just a small test! Haha——"

Mouri Kogoro let out an exaggerated laugh, as if the case had been settled.

I killed the fake Qin Zhibo with justice!

But Qin Zhibo on the side was deeply suspicious of this.

From Mouri Kogoro's mouth, Qin Zhibo finally learned the part of the timeline that he didn't know.

Five years ago, a man in red with long hair stored his suitcase and letters at the Aoi House Hotel.

Not long after, a bearded man with sunglasses wanted to take away the suitcase, but he got a letter saying "May you be cursed and die".

Four years ago, the man in red with long hair died in the forest, but his body was only discovered recently.

Today, the fake Mouri Kogoro came to collect the box. Because his neck was not stiff enough, he was strangled to death by a rope.

Everything Kogoro Mouri said may seem confusing to onlookers.

But in the eyes of Qin Zhibo, who could see the investigation points, all hypotheses were self-defeating.

Conan on the side looked at the proud Mouri Kogoro and felt a little helpless.

Although a curse is unlikely, Mouri Kogoro's reasoning is simply unreasonable.

There was evidence at the murder scene that could dismiss this theory on the spot.

If the real Qin Zhibo were present, Qin Zhibo would definitely be able to tell this evidence on the spot without having to speak himself.

But now there is only one impostor here, can we still expect the impostor to carry?

Forget it, I can only do it myself.

Just as Conan was about to say "Ah," "Qin Zhibo" in the room suddenly spoke.

"It must be a curse."

"Huh?" Mouri Kogoro, who was feeling very proud, suddenly paused and turned to look at Qin Zhibo.

This impostor didn't wait for us to expose him before he showed up at our door.

"Stop pretending. In fact, you are not."

Before Kogoro Mouri could finish speaking, Qin Zhibo pinched the long hair in Yamamura's hand and analyzed: "These hairs are of different lengths, including curly hair and dyed hair, and there is still some moisture to the touch."

"If you smell it." Qin Zhibo put his nose close to his hair, "It smells like shampoo."

"Isn't this a curse?"

Mouri Kogoro had a shocked expression. He lowered his head and took a look at the hair in Yamamura Cao's hand. It was indeed what the fake Qin Zhibo said.

"This, this, this is."
To be continued...