This kind of armchair reasoning is like a drama that attracts the audience's attention.

Kogoro walked up to Kudo Shinichi.

The people around who were not allowed to leave showed excited expressions, as if seeing a shocking reversal of the established plot, and the explosive and brain-burning plot aroused these people's joy.

"Oh, Detective Maori doesn't agree with my reasoning?"

For the first time, Shinichi felt unhappy.

Too many times, I have brought the final word to the end of the case, easily solving the puzzle with a wisdom comparable to that of Sherlock Holmes, but today I have suffered setbacks one after another.

The kicked ball was stopped, the truth of the reasoning was denied, and all of this was caused by the incompetent detective in front of him.

"Because your reasoning is simply unachievable!"

With fire almost coming out of his eyes, Mouri Kogoro was extremely angry with Kudo Shinichi in front of him.

Because of the rudeness of the other party.

At least he is still Xiaolan's father, but the other party disrespects him. Does this mean that he despises his daughter Mao Lilan in this way in life?

"Holmes said that if you eliminate all wrong answers, no matter how illogical, that is the only answer!"

There is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Shinichi has checked the entire scene inside and out. There is no sign of damage to the door lock, and the room is intact. You can only leave through the window.

"Indeed, you can try to climb the outer wall with fixed ropes, but Mr. Seba's physical condition makes it extremely difficult to even climb over the balcony. What's more, standing on the small platform of the outer wall, his hip circumference is probably smaller than that of the 20-year-old

A small table measuring 1cm is much wider!”

Saying that, Kogoro used his other hand to forcefully turn Mr. Seba around, showing his back.

Just like Kogoro said, when everyone looked at the middle-aged fat man's large ass, the swaying fat alone could fill half a chair, not to mention the waist.

Unless it is tilted at a forty-five degree angle, it is impossible for a person to stand on a small platform of twenty centimeters on the outer wall.

This time, Shinichi couldn't help but bite his lip.

Kogoro continued, pointing to Mr. Seba's waist, where his belly is wider than some century-old trees.

"Second, you said that he was tied with a rope so that he could cross his forehead smoothly and then jump to the balcony of the crime scene. However, such a fat body could not complete it at all, and even a jump would be caused by lack of hair.

He fell directly due to the force and weight of his body, unable to reach the balcony where the crime occurred!"

The so-called elimination of all wrong answers does not mean elimination of all.

Playing mahjong, staying up late, drinking alcohol, and adding that his criminal investigation expertise has changed to stalking, candid photography, and looking for cats and dogs. Mouri Kogoro has lost the ability to simulate and think about cases. In addition, as he reaches middle age, his brain power can no longer be improved.

Therefore, Kudo Shinichi can predict dozens of ways to commit murder and eliminate them one by one, but Mouri Kogoro cannot.

That's right, Mouri Kogoro can't do it.

But in terms of decision-making, Mouri Kogoro has mature experience and can judge whether Kudo Shinichi's reasoning is right or wrong and whether it can be realized.

Now, the answer is obvious...

Mouri Kogoro looked at Mrs. Seba. The person he had testified against before could not guess the method of committing the crime. At this moment, Kudo Shinichi's method of committing the crime happened to match.

"Mrs. Seba, you are the murderer, right?"

In a sonorous and powerful voice, with the magnetism and gravity of a middle-aged man, Kogoro identified the murderer he had deduced.

"What are you talking about, Detective Maori, I have no strength, I can't even hold the gun tightly."

Mrs. Seba, who was wearing a kimono, covered her mouth and laughed awkwardly, and at the same time she subconsciously took a step back.

However, he was quickly surrounded by police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department.

"She's right. She can't hold the gun tightly with her hand, so she doesn't have the ability to kill."

Shinichi stepped out and kicked the globe frame away.

"Also, Detective Maori, the most important thing is, what is the motive for the murder?"

Mr. Seba, a fat middle-aged man who hides the secret of being able to stand is also the organizer of this party.

Mrs. Seba, a slightly plump woman, dressed in a kimono, seems to be afraid that Mr. Seba, who has a bad temper, does not have the physical ability to commit a murder.

My mind is constantly filtering this information, and the more I think about it, the muddier it becomes. It seems that Kogoro Mouri's thinking will cause problems in people's judgment.

The more this happens, the more irritable Shinichi becomes, and irritability affects his thinking.

The scene once again fell into a state of discussion.

...

Hot springs, nine o'clock in the evening.

Kousei was sitting in front of the table in his single room, staring at the case news on the computer, holding his head with his left hand, and sliding the mouse with his right hand to scroll down.

"Heisei's Sherlock Holmes Kudo Shinichi Solve the Secret Chamber Case"

Directly suppress all news at the same time and reach the top of the list.

"Swish...swish..."

A subtle sound came from the direction of the bed.

There are two bedrooms in the family suite. The beds are family beds. The dim light barely allows people to see clearly. Fei Yingli and Suzuki Sonoko have fallen asleep wrapped in quilts, and there are scattered poker cards on the quilts.

Xiaolan carefully covered her mother and best friend with quilts, sorted the scattered playing cards, and placed them on the table.

The most tired karate club leader had not rested yet, but the one who had not participated in the competition fell asleep first.

"Good night, Mom... Good night, Sonoko..."

Said softly.

Xiaolan moved her position again, her little feet without socks were exposed to the air, got down to the floor, and carefully closed the bedroom door.

Walking out of the bedroom and into the living room of the hotel private room, he looked at his younger brother who had his back turned to him.

It seems that Gongsheng is still working. I heard from Yuanzi that he is dealing with some legal documents. He has been earning money in this way since he was in elementary school to support his family.

"Brother, aren't you going to bed yet?"

Walking behind Gongsheng, Xiaolan put her hands on the boy's left and right shoulders, kneading them twice to relax his muscles.

"Well, if you keep busy for a while, sister, aren't you asleep yet? I thought you were already asleep."

Gongsheng turned around and looked at his sister who had put on the newly bought pajamas. Her hair was spread loosely. She exuded two temperaments of gentleness and comfort in her body. She could still feel the warmth from the distance between two fingers.

"I was a little too tired to fall asleep, but after my mother and Sonoko took a bath, they slept soundly."

Xiaolan raised her hand, gently stroked the fine hair hanging down by her ears, and pushed it behind her ears.

Seeing her younger brother who was still busy, Xiaolan felt sorry for him.

Resisting the drowsiness, I grabbed Kousei's shoulder with my fingers, but didn't let go and showed no sign of leaving.

It's like a sister who is waiting for her brother who is playing games to go to rest. While rubbing her sleepy eyes, she opens her eyelids with her fingers and tries to stare at her brother with wide eyes. Finally, she gives up the game and chooses to take a rest in the face of her sister's powerful eyes.

Somewhat similar...

Gongsheng sensed Xiaolan's intention and looked sideways at the almost finished legal documents on the computer. There were still a few pages and two additional documents left.

Hands raised, international surrender gesture.

"Sister, take a rest first. I'll save the file for ten minutes. In ten minutes, I'll go tell my sister a bedtime story."

It's simply a natural enemy level of suppression.

Seeing Gongsheng begging for mercy, Xiaolan smiled again, but for the sake of her sister's majesty, she still glared at him.

"I want you to go to bed early. It's like my sister is hurting you."

The index finger of his right hand stretched out and tapped the boy's forehead.

"By the way, my phone is still next to your bed. I'll go get it."

After saying that, Xiaolan turned around and walked towards Gongsheng's bedroom.

Behind him, there was the sound of clicking a mouse, and the sound of leftover strawberries and plates being cleared away on the table.

The pace quickened slightly. Although she was obviously tired, Xiaolan was in a very happy mood.

The two bedrooms on the left and right are basically similar. There are no chandeliers, just dim bedside lamps for lighting.

Walking to the bedside table, Xiaolan took out the mobile phone left here.

Originally, he planned to rest with Sonoko, but before going to bed, Sonoko clamored to play the 'ghost-catching card', except that Gongsheng was in working mode and was too embarrassed to disturb him, so he finally went to Fei Yingli's bed to play cards.

"This seems to be my brother's backpack..."

Suddenly, a black backpack placed on the bedside table caught Mao Lilan's attention.

The backpack that Kousei carries every time, because the computer has been taken out, is placed in the bedroom, and the zipper is open even when there are no outsiders.

Xiaolan held the red flip phone, walked slowly to the backpack, and looked at the open backpack...

Somewhat curious...

Stretch out your hand, hold the edge of the backpack, and pull it open little by little.
To be continued...