Conan: Life between Green Plum and Skyfall

Nothing happened on the way to the diplomat's house, except that Conan had a dark face and left the arms of his sister Xiaolan reluctantly.

Originally, when taking a taxi, if there were not enough seats, he would be held in Xiaolan's arms, but who can blame the fact that Ai is here now?

He couldn't let Ai be held by Hattori or Uncle Mori! Besides, Ai wouldn't agree to such a suggestion. And since he didn't want to be held in the arms of Uncle Mori, he could only frown and squeeze in with Hattori.

Fortunately, nothing special happened afterwards. The few of them calmly came to diplomat Chicun's home and met all the suspects in the case calmly.

Whether it was the 80-year-old man who tried to take the blame, or the daughter and godson of the diplomat's wife, they all showed their faces in front of them.

Seeing these people appear one by one, Conan was really speechless. It really deserves to be the world of science. The suspects always leave a deep impression on the protagonists.

Then, Conan just stood there calmly, watching what happened next.

Whether it was taking out the poison needle from the key pendant in front of everyone, or stabbing the poison needle into the neck of diplomat Chicun and killing him in front of everyone, he saw it all.

In fact, he had considered trying to stop Ikemura Gongjiang from killing people, but how to stop him? With an anesthetic needle? With a football? Or with some other means? All of this was meaningless.

Yes, I could stop her once, but what then? Would I let her continue living with the man who had framed her lover and taken her away?

Or, let her stay in this house that she hates, watching her biological daughter and her godson get along together?

If it was an accidental or impulsive killing, Conan might have tried to stop it and try to save the lives of the two people, but it was obviously not the case with Kimie Ikemura.

She prepared everything in advance, including means of framing, poison needles, and even set a trap in her husband's key ring. Finally, she specially invited a detective to provide her alibi. Everything she did was premeditated.

Conan considers himself a good person, but he is only responsible for the aftermath, not the work in between. Twenty years have passed since diplomat Ikemura framed Kenji Yamashiro, and he has no way to bring belated justice to the other party.

Since justice could not come, he had no reason to stop the other party from avenging his lover and his youth for so many years.

Everything that happened next was the same as in the original novel. Diplomat Ikemura fell to the ground in front of everyone, and our Metropolitan Police Department's hardworking officer, Inspector Megure, also arrived as expected.

"Yeah, sure enough, I knew it."

When he saw Conan and his group present, Megure sighed helplessly. He knew that this group of people must be here.

"Hmm? This kid is?"

At this moment, he also noticed Ai subconsciously hiding behind Conan.

"Ah, Officer Megure, this is an orphan we found. She has forgotten her past identity and has no relatives, so I plan to adopt her!

When the time comes, I'll need your help in finding out her identity, Officer Megure!"

"No, brother Maoli, you are telling me such a thing in this environment?"

Megure was completely numb. No, when you, Mori, ask someone to do something for you, can you please pay attention to the appropriate situation?

"I can't do anything about it. Anyway, Officer Megure, please!"

As he said this, Maori clasped his hands together and asked Megure for help.

"Well, okay, identity registration isn't that difficult. I'll just help her get one later."

Seeing that Mori said this, Megure sighed helplessly. There was nothing he could do. Who made him have to deal with Mori, the bastard?

As for the people present, they had benefited from Mao Li's contribution, and a mere identification card was nothing serious. Therefore, they ignored the conversation between the two men and pretended not to hear anything.

"But Maori brother, after her identity information is registered, which school are you going to send her to? With Conan?"

Looking at Ai's grateful eyes, Megure asked Maori a question that made her a little overwhelmed.

"I don't want to go to primary school!"

Despite her fierce resistance in her heart, she said nothing on the surface. She knew very well that her identity, household registration, and residence were all thanks to the help of the Maori family.

If she didn't go to school as a child, it would probably bring unnecessary criticism to the Maori family. Therefore, she could only lower her head and vent her dissatisfaction in this way.

"It's okay, just come with me! Although school is boring, everyone is very friendly, whether it's the teachers or the classmates! You will definitely find friends there."

Conan also knew how Ai felt at the moment, so he smiled and went forward to comfort her.

In this way, while everyone was communicating, the surveyors searched the entire scene.

Because of Hattori's presence, they conducted a more thorough search, and as a result, all the fishing lines that Kimie Ikemura used to confuse the police were discovered.

While everyone's attention was not here, Conan also came over with a curious look on his face, stared at the fishing line, and examined it carefully.

"What's so special about this thing? Why do people in the science world always like to use fishing line to set up crime scenes and commit crimes? I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out."

As for the Persuasion Department? He had an idea when he saw the fishing line, but when he saw that the police had found fishing line in all the rooms, he reluctantly gave up his reasoning.

Because there are so many fishing lines, and there are some in every room. It is obvious that this is a method used by the murderer to frame someone.

Kimie Ikemura, who was standing by, was able to remain calm at first, but when she saw the police seizing more and more things, she could no longer hold back.

The police found photos of her when she was young, the tape hidden in Prosecutor Ikemura's keychain, and the fishing line she had hidden.

Finally, when she saw the investigators' eyes shift to the key chain in her hand, which was the same as her husband's, she could no longer hold on, knelt on the ground, and began the most familiar confession.

Because the ironclad evidence in her keychain cannot be concealed.