Model worker and his little darling

"Kazuha, you're amazing. You solved this mystery before Hattori did."

Kazuha excitedly hugged Ran, "Ran, I really did it! I'm going to win this competition! We can go!"

The two were talking excitedly.

Upon hearing Kazuha's explanation, Uncle Mori glared at Iwatofu, "So that's how it is. So you killed the president to take over the company."

"It wasn't me, I didn't kill him."

Inspector Megure coughed twice to quell the panic. "I'm sorry, Ms. Toyama, the murderer is not Mr. Iwatomi. At the time of the victim's death, Mr. Iwatomi could be seen watching a ball game on television. I'm very sorry, Ms. Toyama's deductions were all wrong."

"what?"

Just as Hajime was completely bewildered, Hattori stepped forward.

"No, these four building blocks are indeed the death message left by the president before he was murdered, and Mr. Iwatomi is definitely not the murderer."

"Are you implying that the murderer is someone else?"

Conan bumped his chair against the desk, and the pen holder fell over.

"When the murder occurred, the murderer must have been struggling with the victim, which is why the ink was spilled. Why didn't the pen holder fall over at that time? So, it's very likely that the murderer spilled the ink on purpose."

Upon hearing Conan's hint, Uncle Mori understood, "The culprit did this on purpose to get the president to write down the message he implied about the culprit's death."

"Brother Pingqing, who is the real murderer?"

Upon hearing Ran's question, Hirai wrote the murderer's name in Kazuha's notebook.

Kazuha glanced at Hattori and silently put away her little notebook.

Under Ran's teasing gaze, Kazuha's cheeks gradually flushed red.

"Xiaolan..."

Seeing Kazuha's apologetic expression, Ran was very understanding. "Kazuha, it's okay. Whether it's a performance or a ball game, as long as everyone has fun together, that's all that matters."

Kazuha gratefully grasped Ran's hand, then watched Hattori display his skills.

Takagi is lying on the ground, simulating the state of the deceased at the time.

"It's the shoes. The murderer used this table to restrict the victim's view, making the victim guess who the murderer was based on a pair of shoes."

"That means the murderer deliberately wore Mr. Iwatomi's shoes so that the deceased would leave behind information that was detrimental to Mr. Iwatomi. He also left a camera to monitor the deceased, and only killed him after the deceased left a message of death."

Hattori then took out another calendar. "We found this in the president's office. The stains on it were left by the murderer when he wiped away the blood. Also, the time of death was June 29th, and the calendar at the scene was already up to July. The calendar was torn up because there was no way to wipe away the bloodstains."

"The coat the murderer wore had faint bloodstains on its left shoulder. Judging from the calendar's dimensions, only Mr. Jun Hasami, who is quite tall, would fit the description."

Seeing that Hattori had already gotten carried away, Conan glanced at Kazuha, unsure how to stop him.

Finally, he sighed and silently stood beside Pingqing, unable to move him.

After Hattori displayed his prowess, he received a classic pat on the shoulder from Inspector Megure, who said, "Hattori, thanks to you this time."

"Yeah, finally we can go watch the Koshien baseball game."

After saying that, Hattori finally realized what was happening and thought to himself that something was wrong.

"Congratulations, Heiji."

Hattori turned around and saw Kazuha smiling broadly. Kazuha then happily took Ran's arm and left. What she truly wanted to see wasn't Takarazuka or Koshien, but rather the joyful expression on Heiji's face every time he solved a puzzle.

Hattori looked at Conan and Hirai with a bewildered expression. What was going on? Kazuha wasn't angry at all.

"What's the matter?"

All I heard was Conan calling him an idiot.

Looking at Hattori following behind, Taira sighed. His house had become a must-visit spot for Hattori every time he came to Tokyo.

And then there's Conan, who always chats with Hattori until midnight.

……

"Hehe, we've finally arrived at Koshien Stadium. There are beautiful young ladies everywhere." Uncle Mori held his binoculars, his eyes lingering on the scantily clad young women.

"Actually, Koshien Stadium is famous for more than just baseball. It's also famous for its ivy, with a total of 430 trees planted there. Although it's an old stadium, it can still accommodate 100 spectators."

Hearing Hattori's explanation, Taira nodded. Indeed, with the threat of a bomb looming, there would soon be a hostage. Thankfully, Takarazuka escaped unscathed.

Seeing that Hirai was watching the game with great interest, Conan asked curiously, "Hirai-nii, do you like baseball too?"

"I'm not interested in baseball."

Conan glanced around the arena and saw only figures running around. He was curious about what had caught Hirai's attention. "What are you looking at?"

Pingqing handed over a pair of binoculars. "Look for yourself. Doesn't the guy throwing the ball look a lot like you? And the one holding the baseball bat also looks a lot like you. Keep looking, maybe you can find others."

Conan: ...

After all that, it turns out Pingqing is looking at this.

Following Hirai's instructions, Conan discovered that the two people did indeed look somewhat like him.

Pingqing patted Conan's head. "It's okay. It's not your fault that you have a generic face. If you're not satisfied, you can go to South Korea for plastic surgery, or even get a makeover."

As he spoke, Pingqing suddenly remembered that among the classmates he had seen last time, there was also a girl named Kudo Shinichi.

A gender-swapped version of Shinichi Kudo?

Conan snorted, turned his head away, and ignored Pingqing. "Is this even human language? Plastic surgery and gender reassignment surgery? How could Pingqing even think of that?"

What are you two whispering about?

Seeing Hattori approach, Taira clicked his tongue. Hattori had successfully distinguished himself from the others by his skin color, and then shared his discovery.

"Really? Let me see."

Seeing Hattori also holding binoculars and looking at the screen with great interest, Conan became even angrier. What kind of people are these?

Kazuha frowned when she saw Uncle Mori looking smug and muttering to himself. "Uncle Mori, are you even watching the game?"

"Dad, where are you?"

"The uncle is probably watching the cheerleaders over there."

Xiao Lan sighed, "My dad can't change this habit no matter where he goes."

Just then, Officer Otaki, who was on leave, arrived with some refreshing shaved ice and sat down next to Hirakiyo.

Not long after, a cell phone rang urgently nearby.

Hattori and Conan instinctively looked down and saw the ringing phone. Hattori didn't think much of it and answered it, assuming the owner was looking for their lost phone.

"Are you the gentleman who lost your phone? Please come closer to the spotlight..."

"Is it fun?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded like suppressed anger, and Hattori's head was filled with question marks.