"The prisoner is..."

Conan, who was about to speak the classic lines, was instantly silent, as if a mouthful of phlegm was stuck in his throat, and it was blocked like the muzzle of a musket was blocked with a cork, blocking it.

Was the line stolen?

Conan looked at Mitozuki who spoke in front of everyone in surprise. Should I do this? I have become a child, and you still have to go against me?

You shouldn't be a human being, at least you can't bully children.

The fat man's moan also staggered backwards: "You, what are you talking about? How could I be a prisoner? I've been watching movies last night!"

"The suspect's own oral statement is the most unreliable, let alone you are watching a movie alone, and there is no one else at the scene."

"Then, then if you say that, the other two people, those wearing glasses and those with OK faces on their faces, are suspicious!"

The mentioned Ryuhei felt that he was really innocent. He was obviously just going out to drink and get drunk... But if he wasn't drunk, he might be buried in the fire now.

"So, in the end, this diary of Sugiura Kairen gave us clues."

"This is the diary of the landlord's son Kairu Sugiura. He records in detail what happens every day in the apartment. There are traces of each of us. Whoever has suspicious places is clearly recorded in it."

"However, Sugiura Kaito used different colors to call us, yellow people, white people, silver people, and red people, among which yellow people are the most suspected."

Mito Tsuki lifted up the burnt diary, turned to the last page and read it

"Late in the night, the yellow man suddenly came back and had an argument with his landlord Sugiura."

When he heard Mitotsuki's words, sweat was flowing out from Mabi Yin's face.

He obviously didn't expect that the landlord's son would have such a hobby.

"But, including me, everyone said they didn't go home last night."

"In other words, someone must be lying, and the lying person must cover up something." Mitotsuki looked at the burned Trojan, "What they conceal was naturally the act of arson."

Conan looked aside and curled his lips.

This should have been his line, but now Mito has snatched all the limelight.

"On July 4th, the weather was very bad when I woke up early this morning, but I still had to get up early to go to school for class, but the red people could sleep in..."

"What's the bad weather like? It was raining on July 4th, that is, yesterday, and everyone still has an impression on me?"

Everyone nodded. How could they not remember what happened yesterday?

"What kind of thing is not necessary to do in the morning when it rains?" Mitotsuki looked at Okaya Subaru, "I guess it's Mr. Okaya's hobby, shouldn't it be Mr. Okaya's hobby, so grow flowers and water it?"

"I remember Mr. Okiya once asked the landlord if the small open space in the courtyard could become a flower bed. You will also get up every morning to water it, right?"

"Um."

"What about the color? Why is Mr. Okayama who waters the watering Mr. Okayama a red person?"

Mito Tsuki looked at the toy car in the hands of the police: "This involves Sugiura's hobby. What is the most iconic thing about the red painted car?"

This is a kindergarten course. The teenager detective team, who is just in the first grade of elementary school, immediately raised their hands: "It's a fire truck that can spray water."

"Nothing is wrong, because you can see Mr. Okiya watering every morning. Sugiura driving personnel reminded him of the fire truck, so they took the nickname of the red person."

Mito Tsuki then read the next paragraph of his diary: "I fell down after coming back from school, and the white man happened to go out. It's so nice."

"Why do we need to associate wrestling with white people...We are talking about it later, so what can you remember when talking about white cars?"

“Van!”

“Moving company car!”

Looking at the answers of children falling into disputes, Ai Haibara stood up and made a final decision: "It's an ambulance, and the Japanese Road Transport Vehicle Law stipulates that ambulances must be white."

"yes!"

Haibara Ai's answer was unanimously recognized by the children.

"When it comes to ambulances, the first thing that comes to mind is its role in saving lives and helping the wounded." Mizuto looked at the dark Ryuhei Horii, "Did Mr. Ryuhei, who was carrying OK with him often because he was injured and encountered something yesterday afternoon?"

"Speaking of this, when I was about to go out yesterday afternoon, he fell in front of the door, so I used my OK tie to help him press the wound." Horii Ryuhei's eyes were upward, recalling, "Suchiura had happened several times before, but Sugiura actually called me a white person with dark skin."

Mito Tsuki moved his finger to the end of the diary: "Who is it? Who is the person who came back in the middle of the night? And he is still arguing with his father. He is a yellow person..."

“The yellow one is a taxi!”

"..." The officer archer pinched his chin, "It's a construction car on the construction site? Whether it's a bulldozer or a tower crane, it must be eye-catching yellow according to regulations."

Mito nodded: "So, as a freelancer and also has soil in his nails, you should be the yellow one."

Mabi Yin also retreated with a wide body, and a clear look of horror appeared on her face: "Didn't I say that this soil was left behind when I was playing the survival game and I was moving everywhere in the mountains."

At this time, Conan Edogawa finally seized the opportunity.

He could see that if he didn't speak, all the limelight would be snatched away by Mito Tsuki.

"Na Nah." The opening scene was about three standard ones, "Big brother, you just said that you were playing a survival game using paint bullets, right? The paint bullets can't be washed off if they hit the clothes."

"Ah, yes, right."

"Ah, you're lying." Conan Edogawa put his hands in his pockets, and his eyes showed a wise look. "In fact, in our country's survival game, the BB bullet should be used according to regulations. Another game called color shooting that can use paint bullets is."

"Oh yell."

The Chief Bow put his hands in his pockets and took a step forward.

His image with a short buzz cut in a black suit looks like a very difficult-to-dispute leader.

"What does this matter! It's almost the same thing anyway!"

Faced with Mabi Yinya's quibbling, Conan took advantage of the victory and asked further: "But the paint bullets are made of water-soluble ink, and they can be washed off just by washing them."

"You have been lying from the beginning, and the lies you tell are very unwise. You don't even know what a paint bomb is like, so you just say it casually."

Conan seemed to be a little expert in popularizing science, physics and chemistry, and used simple and easy-to-understand principles to expose the lies of Shibi Yinya.
Chapter completed!