Qianjianjian Dai sighed, "It seems that no one can solve the puzzle left by my father." The key that can make the Golden House reappear in the world.

"No. There is one more."

Shun Kawakawa supported his head with one hand, waiting for the last detective to end the drama.

"Huh? Who else?" Qianjian Jian Dai asked, the screen monitoring the central attic suddenly blackened, and text appeared on the computer screen next to it.

[I have unlocked the secret code of the treasure, but I want to tell you in person, please come to the restaurant now. I am the eighth detective.]

"This..." Qianjian Dai was speechless for a while.

The boy who found this place was beyond her expectations, and suddenly there was an eighth detective, and this detective directly untie the secret code of the treasure.

Who has this ability...

"Let's go, there's no need to stay here anymore." Kurakawa Shin stood up, and the end of the drama, of course he had to go to the live version.

Shun Kawakawa followed Qianjian Jiandae and walked out of the surveillance room. He looked back and saw that most of the surveillance screens on the wall had fallen into a black screen, and in the still-lit screen, there were no detectives.

Qianjian Jian Dai opened the door of the restaurant and saw the boy named Conan standing in the restaurant with a calm expression, not like an ordinary child at all.

But then, the calm expression on his face collapsed and he became speechless.

"When did you find it was hers?"

Qianjian Jiang Dai turned his head and looked behind him. The young man named Shangchuan Shun stood at the door, without any surprise on his face.

“When my car was blown up.”

Shangchuan Shun walked into the restaurant, pulled a chair and sat down. Da Shang Zhushan was still lying on the ground, with a look of fear before his death on his face.

Conan scratched his head awkwardly. This time, he troubled Shangkawa Shun, but this happened. Even if the commission he received was given to Shangkawa Shun, it would not be enough for his losses.

"So, you all knew it was me, right?"

"Yes."

"That's right, Sister Qianjian."

Several dead detectives came to the restaurant's door for some reason and walked into the restaurant under the shocked gaze of Qianjian Jianya.

"What are you doing?" Kogoro Mouri pulled his suit jacket, and the expensive suit jacket was scrapped.

"Mr. Maori is acting very well. I almost thought you didn't find anything at that time." Harushi Mokigi teased him with a smile. Kogoro Maori's performance throughout the journey was not like the famous Sleeping Kogoro. He almost thought that Kogoro Maori was fake.

"Tsk~" Kuaito curled his lips. Is it good to play Kogoro Mouri? Faced with so many keen detectives, there are two people who are familiar with Kogoro Mouri. The acting is too similar, making people doubt the authenticity of the detective. If you act smarter, it will arouse suspicion of Koro Ran and Conan.

Next time, I won’t pretend to be Kogoro Mouri?    It’s too difficult.

"Senior Shangchuan? Where have you been?" The White Horse Talk was very curious about where Hanagawa Shun was going.

"I found the monitoring room and waited for the Qianjian ladies to fall into the trap."

"I didn't expect you to be the fastest one among us." Gunda Ikumi said? No wonder Kudo Shinichi asked him to attend? He is indeed qualified to participate in this detective feast.

"But this kid is also very powerful. We didn't say anything clearly? But the kid already knew what we were doing." Harushi Mogi walked to Conan and reached out to rub his head.

Conan smiled awkwardly? “It was all told by my uncle.”

The shock only existed for a while? Qianjian Jianda smiled self-deprecatingly. She thought it was too simple. How could so many famous detectives be played with by her and the Taishang?

"Although you already know that I did all this, I am still curious? How did you deduce that I asked Da Shang to drink potassium cyanate. Is there a long distance between me and his seat? And there is no potassium cyanate detected in his cup of black tea."

"This has nothing to do with the seat. You just applied potassium cyanate on each cup in advance. The place you applied was on the upper half of the teacup and the handle." The White Horse Detective picked up a teacup from the cup, turned it slightly, looked at Harushi Motegi and said, "It's because of this? Mr. Motegi pretended to die of cyanide poisoning."

Mogi Harushi followed his words, "Yes. This position is exactly where Dakami's thumb will get used to contact when drinking tea. And he habitually bites his thumb's nails when thinking about things? This is why he was poisoned."

"I think Mr. Dashang should be your accomplice, but he didn't expect you to attack him? Then he was neglected to prevent it." Guntian Yumi looked at Dashang Zhushan, who had no breath. The bite marks on Dashang Zhushan's fingernails were clearly visible in her former coroner's eyes.

Several detectives simply explained the key to the case clearly? The so-called performances in the restaurant are just for her to show them.

Qianjian Zhandai's body couldn't help but hunched a little? This old lady over 60 looks even older.

"When the maid said, "When she arrived at another restaurant early in the morning, she saw a Mercedes-Benz parking lot, and I began to feel suspicious. If you want to park a Mercedes-Benz on such a remote mountain, you must have an accomplice to do it." Listening to the reasoning of the detectives, Conan couldn't help but forget his identity and reveal his deepness that was not of this age.

All the detectives around him looked at him, with interest and exploration in their eyes.

Shangkawa Shin looked at him quietly to see when he could wake up.

Conan seemed to have entered a certain state and did not notice the abnormality of everyone watching him. He continued, "So, the reason why you deliberately wait for your uncle's car on the road is to let him understand your reaction to cigarettes, so that you can poison Mr. Dashang alone in the restaurant. Anyone who has potassium cyanate on his hand and grabs the cigarette and puts it in his mouth will not be able to survive."

"Yes. So I've washed my hands long ago." Harushi Mogi lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, looking at Conan with interest, "You are so awesome, kid!"

Seeing that the detectives around him were all looking at him, Conan's scalp was numb for a moment, and finally realized that his old habit had happened again. He scratched his head awkwardly, trying to alleviate the curiosity of these detectives about him.

"Haha... Because I have encountered many cases with Uncle Maori on weekdays, and I have learned a lot..."
Chapter completed!