The murderer is Nan Zhishi, so the most important thing now is evidence. The first thing to prove is the golf ball that flew out of the explosion. Conan already knows about its whereabouts.

If it were not surprising, the golf ball that Matsuda could not find should be in the field used by Kogoro. When the explosion occurred, something flew into the field used by Kogoro. Originally, Conan thought that Kogoro knocked the ball out for the first time, but now it seems that this is not the case.[]

Matsuda originally wanted to wait for Conan to find the disappeared golf ball, but when he saw that Memu had already determined that the murderer was Anhui, he wanted to take him back and make it slowly. He was afraid that if he had such a misunderstanding, Memu would press all his guilt on his head, so Matsuda had to come out and organize him: "Police Department! Wait a minute, Mr. Anhui is not the murderer. There is another murderer who killed Minister Seiya!"

"What? Brother Matsuda, are you serious??" Meguri has always been aware of Matsuda's silence, but why is he and Brother Maori so inconsistent? It seems that the two of them are determined to be right, so can't they exchange opinions in advance?

"Yes." Matsuda walked over slowly: "We were misled by the murderer and believed that the victim hit the golf ball with a fuse. How can we get the correct conclusion with such a wrong clue?"

"Brother Matsuda, what are you talking about?" Megu was still immersed in the pleasure of simply solving the case: "Didn't the golf ball fragments with the fuse tube be found on the spot? The same thing was found in Yasui's bag."

"Officer Matsuda, I've found it." Conan raised a charred golf ball wrapped in a handkerchief in his hand, and was happy and did not forget to act cute.

Matsuda bent down with a smile, took the golf ball handed over by Conan, and before turning around, he did not forget to make a vomiting expression to Conan. Then he turned around and immediately smiled with sunny sunshine: "Police Department, this is what I said, the golf ball that was knocked out by the victim during the explosion. There is also the smell of black gunpowder on it."

"It does smell of gunpowder." Meguchi sniffed, nodding to agree with Matsuda's point of view: "How did you find it?"

"Hehe, looking for useful clues on the spot is a very profound knowledge." Matsuda was about to feel a smug feeling a group of resentment rising behind him, and it became more and more intense. Looking back, there were more than a dozen people in the forensic class led by Denmi.

Matsuda wiped the sweat from his body and decided to skip this sensitive topic: "This is the golf ball hit by the victim during the explosion, that is, the statement that Mr. Yasui used a golf ball equipped with a fuse tube to murder the victim simply wouldn't work."

Seeing Meguchi open his mouth and ask something, Matsuda reached out to stop him: "Police Department, this murderer did not put the ball with a fuse tube into the ball picking machine, but into the head of the long-range club used by the victim. The murderer took advantage of this very smartly. As long as he put the fragments of the golf ball on the scene after the explosion, people would be misled by him."

"Who would do this?" Meguri was upset by Matsuda's long speech. It was difficult to beat smart people and would be infected with each other. From Kudo to Maori, and now Matsuda, everyone likes to be silly and can't talk about it for a long time. How can I compare to me? From appearing to now, I have always been to the point... Really? Brother Kudo is great! Brother Maori. What a clear line, why can't they learn it?

Matsuda, who was talking nonsense, was waiting for Meguri's sentence: "Mr. Yasui, I heard Conan say that you mentioned the cost of repairing long-range clubs used by Minister Okinawa today?"

"Yes." Seeing someone exonerating himself, Yasui calmed down now: "Because there are cracks on the club, Nam Chishi took it to repair... Nam Chishi!? Could it be you!"

"Mr. Nan, where did you fix the long-distance club?" Matsuda asked Nan Zhishi, whose face turned gloomy.

"It's here for us." The stadium manager next to him replied: "We also repair clubs for guests."

"How is the result?" Matsuda immediately asked the manager.

"We intend to replace the most popular carbon fiber clubs at present, but Mr. Yuki did not agree and retained the same wooden clubs as before." The manager replied.

"So when did you hand over the repaired club to Mr. Nan?" Matsuda asked.

"It should be the night before yesterday." The manager said with certainty.

"The night before yesterday?" The suspected Yasui jumped out immediately: "You only gave the club to the minister this morning!"

"The night before yesterday." Matsuda shrugged: "This life-threatening club is in your hands for a day and a night. Moreover, I heard from Mr. Okubo that every time I came here, I would get the ball from the ball machine, and then leave about ten balls to pour it into the ball bucket of Minister Hashimi, you are doing this, Mr. Nan. The only time I felt uncomfortable in my stomach, I just got a staggered person and became someone who had no chance to kill Minister Hashimi. I am so lucky."

Ah? Yasui was so dazed that he hadn't reacted yet. Perhaps he couldn't believe that his subordinates would have such talents.

"Brother Matsuda, is the murderer Nan Chishi?" Megu said in surprise: "What about the evidence? Where is the evidence?"

"Evidence?" Matsuda asked strangely: "Have I ever said there is such a thing?" Seeing that Megu was about to go wild because of disappointment, he hurriedly made up for it: "He shouldn't have much time to wipe off all the evidence. Now if he goes to his residence to investigate, he will definitely find black gunpowder with the same ingredients as the explosion site."

"Dengmi!" Memu immediately called the master-level figure who was experienced in the forensic class: "Prepare to collect evidence."

"Isn't it a very profound knowledge to find useful things?" Finally it was Denme's turn to appear, and he stood behind Matsuda with sorrow.

Just as Matsuda was stimulating the hairs behind her back and wanted to escape, Nan Chishi finally spoke: "To be honest, I have always had hatred for our minister. He never gave me a chance to show my talents. And Section Chief Yasui, such an incompetent person, is only because of flattery all day... that's why I have this plan."

Ah!?Yani was frightened by Nan Zhishi's sinister intentions. He never thought that he would always keep such a person with him.

"If this explosion affects others, it doesn't matter?" Megu walked over and asked him: "What should you do if there are many people in this driving range?"

"Why can I take care of so much?" Nan Zhishi hesitated for a moment, but answered Megu in a cold manner.

"How old are you?" Although he saw Nan Zhishi's disguise, Matsuda couldn't help but ask coldly.

"What!?" Nan Zhishi didn't know how to answer Matsuda's stupid sentence.

"How old are you?" Matsuda walked over step by step: "How old is Okubo, the director? How old is Chief Yasui? Opportunities are always for those who are prepared. What talent is the kind of person like you?"

Matsuda, who was getting closer and closer to Minamichi, was also louder and louder: "Why did Okubo's proposal be snatched by Minister Hayashi? Why did Yasui become the head of the class? Have you ever thought about these seriously? Okubo's efforts, Yasui has worked hard for decades, have you seen?" As he said that, he took out the bag containing golf fragments and pushed it to Minamichi: "This is your ability? Do you know what you did!? You! You killed a life! You! You ruined your current life!!!"

After calming down his anger, Matsuda finally said to Nan Zhishi: "If you want to make a name for yourself and be respected, what contributions have you made? Young people are very arrogant and have too many ambitions, but if you always have such a dark and selfish mentality, you will never be respected by people."

Matsuda, who had told a lot of big truths, did not go to see what Nan Chishi was brought into the police car, slowly calmed down and his heart began to be alive. Then Megu asked Ani Okubo and the stadium manager to go to the police station to take a record, sneaked to the door, and then tiptoed out.

Who likes to do such things? It’s better to hold the road. Anyway, when Megu sees me missing, he will think I’m in a bad mood and relax. Matsuda thought so much, and felt that he made money again.

"Official Matsuda, where are you going?" Just as Matsuda removed his obscene attributes, he began to calmly prepare to take a walk. He heard a pink and tender voice behind him and remembered.

Of course, Matsuda knew it was Conan, a shameful little devil, so he immediately turned around and grabbed Conan, covered his mouth with another big hand, and took two steps in three steps to bring him to the eternal background when the two of them were together, some unknown dark corner.

I kept paying attention to Kogoro and Xiaolan who did not see Conan disappear, so I let him go: "Little kid, you are too eyebrow."

Hehe, you know I did it on purpose. Conan didn't pretend to be young, just two of them were there: "Police Matsuda, are you going to leave again? You're too disrespectful."

"What do children know about every family?" Matsuda bounced Conan's head: "Next time I will be punished to serve me."

"I don't understand?" Conan covered his head and immediately refuted him: "I don't think Mr. Nan is that bad."

"Is that?" Matsuda laughed mockingly: "Now these days, killing people for such things is not bad. Children's education is indeed a very serious problem." Seeing that Conan had a clear counterattack and biting people, Matsuda immediately suppressed it, and did not forget to differentiate his fighting spirit: "Actually, I think people like Anhui are better than him."

"What's the good thing about that kind of uncle who flatters and flatters?" Conan was indeed distracted, but obviously he was not optimistic about this flattery and was regarded as a suspect but could not defend himself.

"How can a person who can become a chief of a large company be incapable of ability?" Matsuda gave Conan a funny instinctive guidance: "Plaining and slapping is also a skill, and many people can't learn it. Besides, we don't have the qualifications to despise a person who is humble to make a living and to support his family. Alas, it's a bit too far from talking about what a young man like you who doesn't have to worry about food."

"It's up to this again. You're jealous of me being rich!" Conan said gritting his teeth. He was angry and didn't realize that he had said the point, and pointed to Matsuda's pain point: "If you have the ability, you flatter me and get a policeman."
Chapter completed!