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Conan immediately disguised himself as an elementary school student and went to Kaneda's side.

"Auntie! Is that old man allergic to anything? Uncle Mori told me to ask that." Conan asked in a well-behaved manner.

The natural cuteness of a child is completely different from an adult deliberately trying to be cute.

Deliberately trying to act cute only gives people goosebumps.

Yamabuki Hanajin shuddered and shook off the goosebumps.

“My husband…my husband is allergic to peanuts. But we already told the hotel beforehand that we would never add peanuts to the food.” Kaneda Duko suddenly turned to look at the waiter next to her: “It must be your negligence that caused this result. I will definitely sue you until you go bankrupt.”

The waitress, a young woman in her early twenties, immediately waved her hand and said, "I don't know. This has nothing to do with me. I was just responsible for bringing the chicken soup over."

Conan continued, "Auntie, does the old man usually carry allergy medication with him?"

“Indeed, the medicine is in the car not far away.” Kaneda Duko pointed to their car in the pouring rain.

"I see. So when the old man noticed his allergic reaction, he immediately ran to the car nearby to get his allergy medication. But he was killed when a falling sign struck him just as he passed the door. This was definitely a meticulously planned conspiracy; there's only one truth, and that is..."

“This was definitely an accident,” Kogoro Mouri said seriously.

"Uncle...you've seen so many cases...please, use your brain!" Conan was on the verge of tears.

If he could transform into Shinichi Kudo, his persuasiveness would naturally be greater than that of Kogoro Mouri.

But he's just an ordinary elementary school student now, so what's the point of his words being convincing?

In contrast, people are more willing to believe what the famous detective Kogoro Mouri says.

"Is this... really an accident? Detective Mori, if you find anything, you must tell me. I can handle it. Husband! You died so tragically!" Kaneda Duko burst into tears.

Conan suddenly noticed a small detail: although Kaneda was crying, there wasn't a single tear in the corner of her eye, and the corner of her mouth was slightly upturned in a smile.

"As expected, there's a conspiracy here. You know your husband best, and getting peanuts is easy for you. As the person closest to him, you had plenty of opportunities to poison him." Conan stared intently at Kaneda.

"But we need evidence. What evidence proves that Kaneda Jealousy poisoned her?" Conan kept searching for evidence.

Just then, a young man in his thirties, wearing glasses and looking like he had just woken up, came out from the second floor.

"Why is it so noisy downstairs? What happened! Dad! What's wrong, Dad! Why are you lying in the rain?!" The young man rushed over to the old man lying in the mud and threw himself on him, crying, "Dad, wake up, Dad!"

"This is the old man's son? Hmm!!!" Conan suddenly noticed that although the young man was crying while clinging to the old man, he was actually laughing wildly!

Old Deng, you're finally dead.

Chapter 90: Let's make a bet, this was an accident.

What's the situation?

Could this be a case of the son killing his father?

Yes! This man wasn't at the scene when the incident happened. Could it be that he was the one who threw the sign down from upstairs and killed his own father?

Thinking about it that way, it's definitely possible.

Conan's eyes are sharp; this is definitely the work of multiple people.

"Uncle, wake up! The hints are so obvious, how could it be an accident?" Conan screamed inwardly.

To investigate the truth, we must go to the floor where the sign is located.

Conan immediately ran upstairs, with Ran anxiously chasing after him.

"Conan, don't run around. Let's wait for the police."

"The police won't be here anytime soon. Don't forget this is an isolated island, and with the wind and rain, the police won't arrive until at least tomorrow. We must catch the murderer before the next victim appears."

Conan rushed to the third floor, only to find that Yamabuki Hanajin was already waiting there.

"Little detective! We meet again." Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Conan with a smile.

Conan didn't want to waste time talking to her and immediately started looking for clues.

The signboard is located below the third-floor window, and each character on the signboard is secured with screws, making it impossible for it to fall off easily.

"As expected, this is a murder. And a murder that used the weather to cover up the truth of the crime." Conan carefully examined the window bars and found very fine traces of thread binding them.

"Wait! What is this? Could it be..."

"It's fishing line," Yamabuki Hanajin had already learned to answer first.

Conan was startled and quickly turned around, only to see Yamabuki Hanajin take a small ball of fishing line out of her pocket.

"This is the evidence I found. How about that? Surprised? Unexpected? I just checked it. Someone sawed off the screws on the sign beforehand and then fixed it with fishing line. As long as the target walks downstairs and cuts the fishing line, the words on the sign will fall down. The sign is made of wood, and if it falls from the third floor and hits a vital spot, it will definitely be fatal. So..." Yamabuki Hanajin revealed a confident expression.

Conan never expected that this woman, who called herself the Goddess of Wisdom, would be so capable, easily seeing through the trap set by the suspect.

"So this was definitely an accident," Yamabuki Hanajin said confidently.

"Huh???" Conan's mind went blank.

This completely confused him.

You've clearly found the evidence, so why are you still saying this was an accident? Are you out of your mind or am I?

“You wouldn’t understand. It’s a woman’s intuition. Although this all looks like murder, it’s definitely an accident. Do you want to make a bet with me? Just one dollar.” Yamabuki Hanajin looked at Conan with a smile.

Who says there are no suicides or accidents in Detective Conan? Let me show you how I'll create them for you.

Conan ignored the woman and instead searched for clues on his own.

The method of murder has now been determined: someone used fishing line to fix the words on the sign. As long as the victim walked directly below, they would cut the fishing line with a knife, and the words would fall down.

Given today's severe wind and rain, and the hotel's long-standing disrepair, the perpetrator could easily shift all the blame onto the hotel.

"It's clearly your signboard that hasn't been repaired in a long time, so why are you shifting the blame onto me?"

That's what a murderer would say.

"Then what was the motive for the murder?" Conan, you're deep in thought.

The vast majority of murders are motivated.

Because of money, because of women, because of hatred.

Only a very small number of murderers commit crimes randomly, and those are the most difficult cases to solve.

Random target, random reason, random weapon, random killing.

"As the president of a large company, the deceased must have had many enemies. Judging from the reactions of his wife and son, they couldn't wait for him to die," Conan thought to himself.

"So this is a multi-person murder. One person poisoned the soup to force the victim to get medicine from the car. Another person waited upstairs, ready to cut the fishing line as soon as the victim came out, letting the words on the sign kill the victim. Then everything was attributed to an accident. To others, this plan was flawless. But unfortunately, you've run into me, Shinichi Kudo."

There is only one truth, and I will definitely bring the murderer to justice.

Yamabuki Hanajin, leaning on her cane, said, "If there's nothing else, I'm going back to my room. If you think you've found the truth, you can come and call me."

As soon as Yamabuki Hanajin returned to her room, a group of little monsters surrounded her.

"Your Highness, is someone dead in this inn? We've caught the real murderer!" The little monsters huddled together.

"The real murderer! Isn't this an accident?!" Yamabuki Hanajin asked.

Soon, a little fox was brought up.

"...You mean, this fox killed someone!" Yamabuki Hanajin originally thought this was a mystery, but it turned out to be a supernatural event.

The little fox held its head high, resolutely refusing to admit that it was its fault.

"Your Highness, it wasn't me who was wrong, it was that old man. He went back on his word!" the little fox cried.

Yamabuki Hanakami never expected things to take such a turn.

"How did he go back on his word? Tell me properly! You know the rule that monsters can't interfere in the human world. If he doesn't have a good reason, I'll teach you a lesson." Yamabuki Hanajin clenched her little fists.

The little fox recounted what had happened.

This old man is named Jin Tiansi, and he is a very wealthy man.

But two years ago, he was just an ordinary person.

"Two years ago, Jintian approached me, asking me to help him become a tycoon. In exchange, he had to build me a temple after he became rich. But that old man broke his promise. I've already helped him become a millionaire, and he's completely forgotten what he promised. On a dark and murderous night, just now I found my chance and threw the words on the signboard from the sky, hitting him right on the head. That's the consequence of breaking your promise." The little fox was incredibly proud.

"Not only that, Your Highness, we have also discovered many secrets."

The little monsters chattered amongst themselves, and Yamabuki Hanajin gradually learned the truth of the whole affair.

"I see." Yamabuki Hanajin pinched the fox's ears: "Since the human broke their promise first this time, I won't punish you. How about you be my scarf for a day?"

As she spoke, Yamabuki Hanajin placed the little fox around her neck, where it felt warm and cozy.

The other little monsters all cast envious glances at them.

We also really want to be a scarf for the princess.

Just then, a knocking sound rang out, and Xiaolan's voice came from outside the door.

"Miss Yamabuki, my father has asked everyone to come to the hall. He said he has found the real culprit," Ran said.

It seems Kogoro got pricked with needles again.

I wonder what conclusion Conan will be able to deduce.

Chapter 91: The Sleeping Kogoro

Everyone arrived at the hotel lobby.

The body of Jin Tiansi was placed in the very center of the hotel.

Yamabuki Hanajin, leaning on her cane, slowly made her way downstairs. She saw Kogoro Mouri sitting on the sofa, leaning slightly forward, his hands supporting his chin, his eyes closed, looking completely confident.

Everyone else had also arrived.

First, there was the deceased's family. The man who was crying while lying on the deceased's body and laughing wildly was named Kaneda Shoichi, the deceased's biological son.

The woman standing next to Kaneda is his stepmother, Kaneda Jeko.

Next to her was the sharp-tongued young lady, Ida Hakuka.

Then there are the hotel staff, chefs, and waiters.

Finally, there's the Mori family and Yamabuki Hanajin.

People were terrified when they saw Kogoro Mori enter a state of deep sleep.

Fidgeting.

"Now that everyone's here, I'll begin my reasoning. Since you all probably don't understand the whole story, I'll explain it to you step by step." Kogoro Mouri didn't even move his mouth. Seriously, didn't you guys notice something wrong with this?

These people were like blind men, watching Kogoro Mouri use ventriloquism to deduce things.

While crying, Kaneda said, "Detective Mouri, who killed my husband? If you can find the murderer, I will give you a lot of money."

"Yes! Who killed my father! I must avenge him!" Jin Tiansheng said through gritted teeth.

"Relatives of the deceased, please calm down. Let me explain from the beginning. First, my suspect is... Ms. Yamabuki, who is having tea over there," Kogoro Mouri said in a deep voice.

Of course, Kogoro Mouri is currently under anesthesia, and it was Conan who said this.

"Cough cough cough!" Yamabuki Hanajin almost spat out the coffee in her mouth.

I thought Kogoro Mouri was already unreliable, but whose subordinate is this? Is he even more unreliable than him?

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Yamabuki Hanajin.

"Why are you all looking at me? This has nothing to do with me! I have no grudge against him..."

“It’s not like we’re strangers.” Kogoro Mouri continued his ventriloquism act: “Just now, I called a friend and asked him to investigate your identity…”

“I have a question. Wasn’t communication cut off here? How did you make the call?” Yamabuki Hanajin asked, raising her hand.

“I have a satellite phone here. Actually, I called the police immediately after the incident, but this is an isolated island, and it was stormy outside, so the police wouldn’t be able to arrive for at least 24 hours. So I called a friend who is a policeman and asked him to investigate your identity. And I actually found out something incredible.”

The deceased's son, Kaneda, was born. His wife, Kaneda Jeko, and the sharp-tongued young lady, Ida Hakuka, all stared at Yamabuki Hanajin in shock.

"I have a question for everyone: how old do you think this young lady is?" Kogoro Mouri asked.

“She should be…only eleven or twelve years old…” Ida Hakuka replied.

"Ms. Yamabuki claims to be twenty years old. However, according to my friend's investigation, Ms. Yamamura is only thirteen years and four months old this year." Kogoro Mouri was quite certain.