Soon, Guangyou prepared seven portions of pasta, and Guangyou placed one of them in front of Arima Masahiko.

Arima Yahiko smelled the fragrance and looked at the color of the face, and felt a sense of frustration in his heart. Just by looking at it, he knew which one was better and which one was worse.

After picking up the fork and taking a bite, this feeling of frustration became even stronger.

Comparing his face to the face in front of him is like comparing what a child does to what an adult does, and his part is what a child does.

Ignoring Ma Yayan, who was already a little autistic, Guangyou walked out with the pasta.

Several people outside thought that Guangyou was just there to help serve dishes or something, so they didn't ask any more questions. Only Conan glanced at Guangyou.

Soon, Arima Masahiko walked out with a bottle of wine, as if nothing had happened.

Guangyou didn't know that Endo Noriko would come here. He was curious and asked Endo Noriko when he was serving pasta: "Sister Noriko, why are you here? I don't believe you will."

Come to this restaurant that originally tasted really bad.”

After thinking for a few seconds, she explained: "President Otsu told me to run this restaurant before."

"Mr. Arima's restaurant was saddled with huge debts due to poor management. President Otsu originally said that I could run this restaurant for him. Today I wanted to come over and take a look at this restaurant that was supposed to belong to me.

Let’s say goodbye.”

"I plan to take my father and leave Tokyo after this matter is over. Life in the countryside is more suitable for me."

Guangyou didn't understand but also felt a little pity, and said: "Sister Jizi, you are very beautiful, why?"

How could she not understand the meaning of Guangyou's words? However, she did not explain anything. She just smiled bitterly and said, "You don't understand."

Guangyou chuckled, shook his head, and said nothing.

Everyone is in a different situation and has different ideas, and he is not obligated to change these ideas.

....

Uncle Maoli took a sip of red wine and praised: "Well, this wine is very good. It is indeed a rare good wine."

Arima Yayan smiled, but that smile always looked a little bitter.

The decoration and lighting of his Italian restaurant form a wonderful match, and paired with the soft music that is constantly circulating in the store, it has a unique flavor.

It's just that the taste of the food... I can't praise it very much.

After being polite, the somewhat autistic Arima Masahiko used the excuse of having something to do and went back to the kitchen.

"This noodles is delicious." After Xiaolan took a small taste, she raised her head, looked around the store, and wondered, "Why is no one coming?"

Fei Yingli was also a little puzzled: "Indeed, don't people around here like to eat Italian food?"

"Who knows?" Uncle Maori took another sip of wine and said, "But good wine goes well with good food."

After eating the noodles, Xiaolan turned her head and asked with concern: "By the way, Mom, do you have any way to deal with the next court appearance?"

Fei Yingli shook her head and said helplessly: "There are some difficulties, and there is no progress at all now."

Uncle Maoli said calmly: "Let's leave the case to the court tomorrow, and something will be done by then."

....

At nine o'clock in the morning, the second court hearing started on time.

From the beginning, Kujo Reiko started questioning Akiyama Takuya.

Kujo Reiko looked at the case information she had prepared and asked: "Mr. Akiyama, on the night of the crime, you saw the murderer beating the victim continuously through the small hole in the president's room. Is this what you said?"

Akiyama Takuya nodded: "Yes."

Kujo Reiko continued to ask: "How many times did you see the murderer beat the victim that night?"

"three times."

"Soon after that, you heard the sound of the victim falling, didn't you?"

"Yes."

After confirming that the information was consistent with hers, Kujo Reiko said with a smile: "I have no problem."

The judge said: "Then let the defense lawyer do the cross-examination now."

After Feiying agreed, just as she was about to stand up, Uncle Maoli stretched out his hand to stop her.

Uncle Maoli tilted his head and said to Fei Yingli: "I'll do it."

After the judge nodded in agreement, Uncle Maori stood up slowly. His unsmiling face made Xiaolan, who was sitting in the gallery, slightly raise the corners of her mouth.

Xiaolan said softly: "Dad, come on."

Uncle Maori walked slowly to the center of the court and said, "Mr. Akiyama, did you see the murderer attack the victim with your own eyes?"

Akiyama Takuya shook his head: "I just saw the murderer's shadow on the wall, because the lights were not turned on in the room that day, and only the neon lights opposite gave off a faint light."

The court was in an uproar, and both the gallery and the jury began to whisper.

They have been here more than once, and naturally understand that seeing with their own eyes and seeing shadows are two different concepts.

The judge knocked his gavel: "Quiet!"

After it calmed down, Uncle Maori turned around and said, "Mr. Arima, why did you go to see President Otsu that night?"

Arima Masahiko replied: "Because the president's reading glasses fell to me, I went over to give them to him."

Uncle Maori nodded, then turned to the judge and asked: "Your Honor, can I reason?"

The judge nodded and said, "Please do so."

"I think the defendant Takashi Inoue committed attempted theft."

Uncle Maori stretched out his hand, pointed at Masahiko Arima, and said sternly, "And the real murderer is you, Mr. Arima."

As soon as the words came out, the expressions of the people in the court changed more or less.

Arima Yahiko's expression also changed, but he still managed to hold on and said: "Mr. Mori, you must speak with evidence."

Uncle Maori opened the file, turned to the list of exhibits, showed it to him, and said at the same time: "Isn't the evidence right there?"

Kujo Reiko also hurriedly turned to that page. When she looked at one of the exhibits above, she understood what Uncle Mouri meant. She was a little depressed and at the same time felt a little happy in her heart.

Uncle Maori stared at Masahiko Arima and asked: "Mr. Arima, if you and Mr. Akiyama were the first discoverers of the scene, why were the screws of the elder's spectacles of Otsu Club found under the cabinet in the president's room? You

Didn’t you say that President Otsu left his glasses with you?”

"Maybe the president dropped it himself?"

Arima Masahiko's forehead was so nervous that he was sweating. His hands were holding the corners of his clothes and kneading them. Because he was standing on the trial stage, the stage covered his hands. Because of this, no one saw his nervousness.

action.

Uncle Maoli pinched his chin and said in confusion: "What's more, what puzzles me is that no one's fingerprints can be found on the ashtray that was the murder weapon."

Arima Masahiko said: "It could be that he wiped out the suspect."

"What about the ones on the safe runner?" Uncle Maori asked, "If it is true as you said, he should also wipe off the fingerprints on the runner."

Ma Yayan was speechless and didn't know how to refute.

Uncle Maori took advantage of the victory and said: "The test of the ashtray shows that someone wiped it with a cloth stained with grease. If I take it for a test, I believe I will get a conclusion."
Chapter completed!