Model worker and his little darling

Ping Qing coughed lightly. That's not wrong. Touko was indeed someone he had schemed against.

After questioning several people, Officer Yokomizo walked over to Hira and Sira.

Upon learning that the two had come with Uncle Mori, Inspector Yokomizo's attitude softened considerably, and he immediately removed them from the suspect list.

Pingqing briefly explained the two men's movements, and Xila also shared her findings, which made Officer Yokomizo nod repeatedly.

"As expected of someone who's been with Mr. Mori, he's very observant."

"Haha, officer, you flatter me."

Officer Yokomizo left after a forensic investigator came to report the situation.

"Yu Lu, this policeman doesn't seem very bright."

Ping Qing nodded. "It seems so."

Actually, Inspector Sango Yokomizo is a bit better than Inspector Megure, who basically doesn't do any work.

After watching for a while, Sila became even more confused.

"Is this Kogoro Mouri really a famous detective? He just stands there spouting nonsense without looking for evidence. The police officer is even praising him, while that kid keeps running around and looks like a detective."

"Who knows? This is so boring. Are we just going to stand here and watch them solve the case?"

Hearing Pingqing's comment, Xila also felt bored. Although he was a restless person, this scene wasn't interesting either.

"Yu Lu, who do you think is the murderer?"

"Judging from what they said yesterday, that Katsuhisa Katsuro belongs to Katsuhisa Katsuro. He was also deceived by Teraizumi Daigo. He probably covered the car with a car cover, opened a small window, and let the exhaust fumes enter the car, eventually poisoning Teraizumi Daigo."

"I think so too, but there's no evidence. Do you have any other findings?"

“I’ve been standing here with you the whole time, what could I possibly have discovered?” He then looked at Silas. “What are you planning?”

Sila chuckled, "If someone like Kogoro Mouri can be a detective, I think I can too."

"Don't cause trouble, this identity is fake, if it gets exposed..."

“It’s not my face, so if there’s a problem, you can’t blame me.” After saying that, Sila walked over to Inspector Yokomizo. After asking a few questions in a pretentious manner, she said that she already knew who the murderer was.

Ping Qing was speechless; Xila's approach was comparable to his.

What a terrible terrorist he was, how did he start going astray?

"what?"

Seeing everyone staring at her in shock, Sila smiled, her face bearing Camel's giving her a somewhat goofy look.

Sira walked up to Katsura Hisashi, grabbed him, and said, "He's the murderer." Then he began to describe the method of the crime.

After hearing this, everyone was shocked.

"Sir, I didn't expect you to discover so many clues while standing here the whole time. You're really amazing," Officer Yokomizo said to Sila with great admiration.

Conan looked at Sira in disbelief. Were the people in that organization all so enthusiastic? He remembered that Gin had been like that before, and then he ran into them doing business in private.

Are they going to make a deal with someone else soon? That's why they want the police to leave quickly.

Katsura Hisashi retorted, "Anyone could do the kind of thing you're talking about, so why are you calling me the murderer?"

Sila pointed to the entire group of people. "They all said you were the last one to arrive when they heard the screams. I bet you were taking off the car cover."

"What's so special about that? I was saying you two were the last ones to arrive."

“We came out of our room, and the hotel staff saw us.” After saying that, Sylla looked at a staff member next to him. He remembered that the staff member had greeted them when they came out.

The waiter gave an affirmative answer.

"Big brother, why are there stains on your pants?"

Katsura Hisashi looked at Conan, who had suddenly spoken up, and then glanced down at his pants. "This is all the wine you guys spilled on me last night."

"That's strange. When the big brother came to our room to do room service last night, he had already changed his dirty pants, right, Sister Xiaolan?"

Xiaolan nodded. "That's true."

"Big brother, why did you change your dirty pants again?"

"What I wear is my own business."

Sira glanced at Conan, then at Katsuro Hisashi; things seemed to be getting interesting. She then released Katsuro Hisashi, took a step back with her arms crossed, and adopted a look of anticipation.

At this point, Conan was completely absorbed and just wanted to solve the case as soon as possible.

"Big brother, the forensic officer just said that there is still coal tar dripping from Dino's engine that was left running for a long time on the back of your car cover."

After a moment of silence, Katsuro Hisashi spoke softly, "I did kill Teraizumi Daigo, and that Dino was originally mine..."

Upon hearing that Hisashi Katsuro had confessed, Inspector Yokomizo patted Conan on the head. "Conan, you're amazing. You're already a little detective. No wonder you were taught by Mr. Mori."

This sentence made both of them very uncomfortable.

Conan: He was a detective to begin with, what did his uncle teach him?

Uncle Mori: Who taught that annoying brat?

Although he was inwardly annoyed, Uncle Mori still smiled and 'gently' stroked Conan's big head.

"Officer Yokomizo, you're joking. This kid is always causing trouble. Luckily, he hasn't bothered you with your case."

"Mr. Mori, you're too kind. This case is all thanks to your help."

For a moment, the atmosphere was pleasant, except for Conan, who was struggling under the uncle's thumb.

Seeing Inspector Yokomizo handcuffing Katsuro Hisashi and preparing to leave, Sila looked at Uncle Mori and said, "Mr. Mori, we're heading to Tokyo. If you're also going to Tokyo, we can go together."

Upon hearing Sila's words, Uncle Mori saw that Inspector Yokomizo had already gotten into the police car and left, so he had no choice but to get into Sila's car again.

This time, the Mori family sat in the back seat.

Conan was puzzled. Why were these two suddenly going to Tokyo again? What was their purpose in coming here? Had they already achieved their goal?

This organization is strange; it seems quite different from what Haibara described.

Seeing Conan deep in thought, Pingqing's eyes flashed. He would ask Conan what he was imagining when they got back.

Suddenly, Pingqing's phone rang.

Looking at the words "Qin-chan" on the screen, Pingqing calmly pressed the button to close it. Tsk, life is getting more and more exciting.

He then sent a message to Gin, explaining the situation.

Gin quickly replied to the message, telling him to go home as soon as possible.

In an instant, Pingqing felt a chill run down his spine, as if he was about to suffer a bad omen.