"Brother Matsuda, what are you talking about? Is there any hidden truth in this incident?" Megu asked inexplicably.

"Ah, nothing, I'm talking nonsense." Matsuda pretended to think: "I don't seem to know the victim after hearing that Mr. Nakajima said. So why did the victim hold a suitcase from Tiantian Company? He also had to go to a hidden place like the toilet."

"Why?" After asking, Meguchi rarely used his brain: "Is he doing something with some people?"

"That's right, and as of now, he may have been blown to pieces by the box he got after this transaction." Matsuda answered confidently.

"Impossible!" Conan immediately began to retort: ​​"He was obviously given a bomb placed behind the toilet door..." At this point, Conan stopped, and the two words that the man said before his death came to his mind, "Why can't he put them in?" "It turns out that it's not closed." He immediately reacted: "So before he died, what he said was not the toilet door, but the box in his hand?"

Seeing Conan, Matsuda quickly understood and nodded with a sensible look: "Yes, that's how things are."

"Hehe, that's why you said to check the suitcases of all employees, because one of the murderers' suitcases was broken like a victim." Conan immediately understood the meaning of Matsuda's suitcases that Matsuda asked Meguro to check the suitcases of the employees of the Mantian Company. Damn, when I was searching for clues, he had already locked the scope of the murderer. This is too unfair. Who is the one who has the most clues?

"Ah! So that's the case, Brother Matsuda, I'll do it right away." When Megu heard Conan say this, he felt it made sense and immediately excitedly prepared to find the murderer.

"Hey." While no one was paying attention, Conan approached Matsuda and kicked him gently: "How did you know? Don't pretend to be stupid! You know what I'll ask again." Seeing Matsuda's meaningful smile, Conan immediately gave him a vaccination and told him that he was not as easy to coax as Megu.

"Don't you know that searching for the crime scene is a very profound knowledge?" Matsuda told him in a low voice: "Oh, children's lack of experience means inexperience." He reached out and pressed Conan's forehead, stopped him from wanting to pounce on him and asked him to look, and then he lowered his head and put on a pose. He explained to him coolly: "Although it is in that small space, I will understand whether the source of the explosion is at the door of the toilet or inside the toilet."

What? When Conan heard Matsuda say this, he calmed down for the time being. As expected, he is a bomb disposal expert. Conan rarely asked him for advice with humility: "How to judge such a thing?"

Hum~~Matsuda raised his head at the forty-five degrees, and looked like I was an unpredictable master, how could you understand the head of an ordinary person?

Ah haha~~ Conan was so angry that he hated Matsuda's expression. If Matsuda's big hand hadn't been staring at his forehead, Conan would have jumped on his neck and vented his anger with a few mouthfuls of his head.

If the explosion was caused by pushing open the toilet door, the shock wave caused by the explosion would definitely push the victim in one direction. It would not be like the scene, leaving so much minced meat in the toilet. For such a 17-year-old innocent boy in such a beautiful age, how could he tell him the experience of counting corpses at the scene?

When Matsuda was heartbroken and you didn't understand my expression, Conan felt guilty and suddenly thought of something, and suddenly realized: "Oh~~ You guessed it through the two sentences before the victim died." Then he looked at Matsuda with contempt: "There is a certain chance of such a thing, but as a policeman, you shouldn't be fooled, what if you guess wrongly."

"He said why he couldn't put it in, he wouldn't have to put something in the toilet." Matsuda curled his lips, and wondered where he took out a key from: "This was found on the scene, and it should be the key to the suitcase that the victim got during the transaction. And didn't you notice the angle of the bend of the badge?"

"Ha~~ It turns out it's up to this." Conan rolled his eyes: "I'm convinced now." He said this, but his expression was half sincere and he was not sincere. Now he finally balanced his mind, but he actually hid such important evidence. This person was too unkind. Speaking of the angle, Conan thought about it seriously. It was indeed the case. If it weren't for an explosion from the inside, the badge would not bend from the inside out. It seemed that he analyzed it from multiple angles, and in such a short time, his mind was really good.

"Then now, just check each of their suitcases and you can know who traded with the victim. And this person is very likely the murderer." Matsuda did not pursue Conan's impolite words, but frowned and thought about the unreasonable aspects: "But, if the object of the transaction is the kind of organization you mentioned, then the trader probably doesn't have the courage to kill people during the transaction, right? Besides, it's in the company where he works. Even if he is confident that the police can't find it out, aren't he afraid of the revenge of the Black Organization?"

"Yes, there are indeed many doubts when it comes to saying this." Conan said deeply. Wait! I remember the box that the guy took was No. 98!?

Conan, who thought of something, immediately ran to the storage counter and searched around while running. Where is it? Where? It should be nearby, Lan! Where are you!?

"Conan!? Where have you been?" Just as Conan turned around, he heard Xiaolan's voice behind him. Matsuda, who came to see what was going on, saw Xiaolan appearing, and only huddled into a dark corner and observed the progress of the situation.

"Hey, Sister Xiaolan, can you show me the number plate we sent to the gifts?" Conan grabbed Xiaolan's hand and said in a tone of secret pleasure.

"Okay, but what's the use of this?" Although Xiaolan was puzzled, she still took out what Conan wanted.

"It was Police Officer Matsuda's explanation. Maybe he knew who the murderer was." Conan said irresponsibly, looking at the two signs marked with No. 96 and No. 100 respectively, and smiled proudly.

Hehe, this little devil, lie to his little girlfriend under my banner. Matsuda saw Conan's smug smile and hated her teeth. It was obvious that he had mastered some important clues, but he didn't come to report it quickly, and he was still kissing me and me with Xiaolan there.

After Conan finally met with Matsuda who was hiding in the dark, Matsuda grabbed him and drilled his head hard with his fist: "Do you know that our most important task now is to find the murderer of the explosion!"

"Hey! Let go quickly, I already know the important clue!" Conan kept shaking his head and trying to break free from Matsuda.

After venting casually, Matsuda was relieved and threw Conan down casually: "What clue?"

Standing up and touching his butt, Conan saw that Matsuda had pounced on him again, so he reluctantly said: "The box taken by the victim was No. 98, so the person who traded with him must be one of Ueda, Nakajima and Takeshita. Because the three of them were storing items between Uncle Maori at No. 96 and Koran at No. 100, and they were all the same suitcases."

"Haha, it seems that as long as they take out the box and confirm what number it is, they can tell who is trading with Black." Matsuda patted Conan's head: "See if you can go through this line and investigate in depth."

These two guys just stayed here, staring at the long queue in front of the counter, waiting sadly for the three people who could label it to reveal their small cards. The police on the other side were busy, and Megu was in a hurry to check the suitcases brought by the employees of the Mantian Company. After all, such things are not in line with the procedures according to the law. They have no right to ask those employees to cooperate, and they can only coax and scare them to cooperate voluntarily.

Where did Matsuda go? Every time Megu looked up and couldn't see Matsuda's figure, he couldn't help but burn an unknown flame. I hope I won't let me see that he is lazy, hum.

It was finally Nakajima and the other three. Under Matsuda and Conan's noses, Takeshita had No. 99 and Ueda had No. 97. Nakajima, who got No. 124, was undoubtedly a transaction with the guy in black who was code-named Agave.

Hehe, are you really? No matter how you do, you will not escape the curse of the gold medal God of Death that the detective has for more than ten years. Just as Matsuda was about to go out and ask him to have a good talk, his steps suddenly stopped: "Conan? How is this Nakajima like? Have you had any holidays with others?"

Hum? How do you ask this question at this time? Conan noticed something and recalled it carefully: "Mr. Nakajima? He and Mr. Takeshita were both members of the same university boxing club, and it seemed that they had snatched Mr. Takeshita's girlfriend at that time. Now they work in the same company, but according to Mr. Ueda, the creativity of this new game "Detective Kogoro Mori's House of Reasoning" was his, and he was snatched away by Mr. Nakajima."

"What's the use of asking these now? Hurry up and catch Nakajima and ask the organization..." Conan said a few dissatisfied words and stopped: "Did you?? What do you mean is that the target of this explosion is not a member of that organization, but Mr. Nakajima?"

"It's not that there is no such possibility." Matsuda spreads his hands: "If the target is Nakajima, then at least these two people have a motive for murder. Moreover, the reason why the suitcase with the bombs found at the scene is not matched with the answer."
Chapter completed!