Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 3773-3786 [Curaçao: We'll definitely win this time] Requesting monthly votes (づど)

Curaçao always felt that, in addition to collecting and memorizing information, his logical analysis ability far surpassed that of most people.

But for some reason, she never got it right when betting on the murderer and the victim chosen by Uzo.

After struggling time and time again, and seeing his Uruguayan coins dwindling to almost nothing, Curaçao resigned himself to his fate.

...Uzo's thought process might be her natural enemy.

Relying solely on one's own analysis, it's unlikely that one can repeatedly predict the murderer and reach the pinnacle of life as one might imagine.

So after emerging from that terrifying double elevator in Tokyo Tower and exchanging his miserable and terrible experience for a few small coins, Curaçao, after much agonizing reflection, tinkered with this plugin for himself.

The plugin has only one purpose: to remind her, like a wake-up call, that the answer she ultimately wanted to choose is actually wrong after she has decided on a certain answer!

"That was close, I almost fell for it again..."

Although she didn't know where she had been tricked, her past experiences told her that no matter how rigorous the analysis, the answer she truly wanted to choose in the end was always wrong.

“The Cake Prince is out of the question.” Curaçao, sweating profusely, ruled out this answer. “The murderer must be either the Candy Magician or that tough-guy cake maker.”

Who should I choose...?

With the countdown for betting nearing its end, Curacao gritted his teeth, tapped the betting button twice, and spent a huge sum of two small U-coins to bet on two people at the same time!

Acknowledge your failures, confront them, and make use of them.

Now that things have come to this, gains and losses are no longer important. Her first priority is to make the right bet this time and break this vicious cycle of never winning!

……

Backstage.

Vodka blinked as he looked at the votes, then looked again and noticed that both suspects had bets placed by Curaçao.

He scratched his hat, a little puzzled: "Unless everyone else bets on the Cake Prince, betting like this is basically a guaranteed loss..."

Previously, the voting app created by Vodka only allowed users to select one person at a time.

But then one time, Uzo, lacking any sense of justice, killed two people, and everyone failed to guess correctly. Vodka was even ripped off by Vermouth because of the flawed voting system, so he changed the single-choice option to multiple-choice from then on.

That being said, almost no one uses the multi-select function because the number of people in the mutual aid group is not very large to begin with, and voting for multiple people at the same time will only result in a loss for oneself.

"However, the function of voting for multiple people at the same time is for the victims, right? How did Curazzo use it to vote for the murderer? — In Uzo's case, there was almost no case of two murderers working together."

Vodka stroked his chin, feeling that it didn't quite align with his original intentions, but after a moment's hesitation, he finally decided to turn a blind eye.

"Oh well, it's Curaçao after all." Vodka muttered tolerantly, thinking of the lucky girl who brought him good fortune. "As long as I don't bet everything, it doesn't matter what I bet on. Let her be."

……

Inside the dessert shop.

The officers were busily cleaning up the various pots, preparing to check if there was any blood that had gotten into them while the sugar was melting.

Whether it was to thoughtfully reduce everyone's workload or because he had had enough of the dessert shop and was ready to explore elsewhere, Jiang Xia returned here after his stroll around and said to Inspector Megure, "The culprit shouldn't be Ms. Morimoto."

Sonoko Suzuki, failing her Nth deduction attempt: "!"

Curaçao, who lost a small Ukorp coin right at the start of the game: "!"

...Never mind, it's not a big deal. She didn't put all her eggs in one basket. Losing one isn't the first time she's made a mistake.

Compared to before, at least now, I have the advantage of having correctly predicted the success of another baker.

After calming herself down, Curaçao took a deep breath and continued watching, carefully summarizing her lessons learned: "I really should trust my initial intuition—I had a feeling something was off about that cake champion. So, next time, should I choose the first person I ruled out?"

……

Inside the dessert shop, Inspector Megure was unaware of the failures of certain individuals.

He was overjoyed, but also slightly puzzled: "You know who the murderer is?... But besides candy, there shouldn't be any other blunt weapon here that could kill someone."

Jiang Xia shook his head: "In Ms. Morimoto's kitchen, there were indeed signs of syrup being melted, but there was a plate of freshly baked candies on her counter. The candies looked very ordinary and had no shape at all—more like something intended for tasting than candies for business use."

The candy magician looked at him in surprise and nodded quickly: "That's right. The shop manager always says things like 'How good candy be?' I think she must have never eaten truly delicious candy, which is why she thinks the appearance is more important than the taste."

"So during my lunch break, I specially made a new flavor of my own, hoping to let her try it after she calmed down and persuade her to change her strategy—no matter how pretty the candy looks, you'll get tired of it after one taste; only truly delicious candy can bring lasting happiness!"

One of the young police officers had already cleverly run to the kitchen and taken the plate of candy.

Inspector Megure looked them over: "They're quite simple, definitely different from the other exhibits... So, who could be the murderer?"

He looked at the cake champion with a tough expression and the cake prince with a handsome face.

Jiang Xia also looked over, and then, under the gaze of pairs of eyes both nearby and in the distance, pointed to one of them:
"The real culprit is this cake prince who is skilled in chocolate."

Cake Prince: "?!"

Memu Police Department: "?!"

Curaçao, who had just calmed herself down, exclaimed: "???????!"

She jumped up from the table, nearly knocking over the computer she was using to spy on others: How could this happen?!

Inside the dessert shop, the impartial detective seemed oblivious to everyone's reactions.

As always, he watched the Cake Prince's face change several times and continued his narration unhurriedly: "Mr. Maeda was not lying. He did receive an anonymous call from his office—a call that was actually made to him by you."

"After luring him away from the dessert shop in this way, you secretly checked on Ms. Morimoto's movements."

Jiang Xia walked to the fallen body and looked towards the Candy Magician's booth: "The location where the deceased was murdered and the place where Ms. Morimoto works are separated by a large tree and a wall."

"In addition, Ms. Morimoto was juicing fruit with a juicer at the time, which was very noisy, so she couldn't notice what was happening here at all."

"So you pretended to go out to deliver the tree stump cake, and then, in this blind spot, you knocked the shop manager to death."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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