It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Conan opened the bathroom cubicles one by one until he saw an iron rod in the last cubicle which was specially used to store cleaning tools.

Although the iron rod had been cleaned, it seemed that the murderer had only hastily rinsed it with water, and there was still a little blood stain on it.

In the bucket next to it, a piece of red cloth was thrown into the bucket like garbage.

Conan picked it up and rotated it according to the remaining wrinkles. The marks on it were almost the same as those on the deceased's neck.

After confirming the murder weapon, Conan lowered his head slightly, and the lenses of his glasses reflected the light.

Sure enough, the murderer is that man!

However, nothing that has been discovered so far is sufficient to convict that person.

Conan took the iron rod and red cloth out of the bathroom and gave them to the forensic personnel.

"Uncle, Uncle Maori asked me to bring this here. He asked you to check it."

The police officer with a common face took the item and nodded without any doubt, "Okay."

Conan was thinking in the costume and makeup room.

What else had he not discovered?

Later, he saw a staff member holding a pile of performance costumes, and asked curiously, "What are these clothes for?"

The passive skill "Question and Answer" is activated.

"These are the garments that need to be cleaned."

"Oh...what about those in the costume and makeup room?" Conan tilted his head back and looked down from above, they were indeed very cute.

"Oh, those have been cleaned. I just took them today."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, after all, today is the concert of the idol girl Ms. Aso Yuno. There is a shortage of staff in other places so I have to come here alone. Fortunately, it is not too troublesome to wash these clothes..." The staff complained a few times, "Okay, I have to continue working. Children, please don't wander around here."

"Good~"

Conan returned to the costume and makeup room, his hands in his pockets, his sharp eyes cast on the corpse.

What is wrong?

Qianzhu looked at him and then at Xiaolan.

Sure enough, the other party was going to provide ideas for Ming Steamed Egg again.

"Don't you think the clothes used to wrap the deceased are strange? Why did the murderer specifically wrap the deceased?" Xiaolan expressed her doubts sincerely.

Qianzhu nodded in agreement, "Indeed, and these clothes are very messy, as if they are deliberately hiding something."

After hearing what they said, Maori's face suddenly became serious. He squatted down with Inspector Megure and began to rummage through the pile of clothes.

Conan felt his hands itching and wanted to flip through it, but after secretly glancing at Chitake, he held back.

"This is...!" Maori looked at the thing that fell out from a pile of clothes, his face instantly became more serious. He took out a handkerchief and picked up the card that fell out.

The next second, Conan's thoughts just disappeared in an instant and he went straight over.

Inspector Megure looked at the card in Maori's hand sharply, "E again?"

Maori nodded solemnly and turned the card over again.

The front of the card is white with a gold outline and a capital 'E' in a flowing cursive font in the center. The back of the card has complex gold matte patterns, but the most eye-catching thing is the slightly crooked cross in the center.

"Yes, this is indeed a card used exclusively by 'E', but why does it appear here? Could this case be related to 'E'?" Maori put his fingers under his chin and thought.

Conan looked at the card and became serious.

This is the fifth time!

This card was found at the murder scene. Although the murderer finally said that he did not know this 'E', what was E's purpose? Why did he leave the card at the scene so many times?

As he was thinking, he suddenly shook his head violently.

No, no, the most important thing now is to find the murderer of this murder!

When seeing the card, Qianzhu made an excuse of feeling unwell and went to the bathroom, which gave the Corgi an idea that it had an opportunity, so it dived into the pile of clothes.

Maori on the side glanced at him and ignored him.

Conan turned the clothes over to the red dress that was closest to the victim's head, and found bloodstains on the hem of the skirt that matched the wound on the victim's head.

Then he rummaged through the long skirt again and found what he was looking for.

A smile appeared on Conan's face.

He finally found it, the decisive evidence!