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"Mr. Hasami Mizumi, salesman, because the company's performance has declined, and the president said that if today's income drops compared to last year, he will be fired."

"Mr. Isao Nakaji, the designer, is doing the same thing as the president. It seems that the newly designed toy also conflicts with the president's design."

"Afterwards, Mr. Yan Fuchuang, the vice president, seemed to have no conflicts, but if the president dies, he will inherit the company."

After Gao Mushe finished his report, several people fell into deep thought.

The Mumu Police Department squeezed his chin and said: "That means that the four people have motives, and none of the four people had an alibi at the time of the incident."

"Officer, the death message refers to Mr. Iwatomi. There seems to be no conflict, but the murderer is actually him. The motive is obvious, for this company." Mori Kogoro asserted.

Police Department Megure nodded, still having doubts in his heart, and said: "Takagi, is there anything else, such as their relationship with the president is very bad, how to maintain it."

"Well, I found out that they often gather at Mr. Yan Fuchuang's house, drinking together, and complaining about the president."

Takagi paused, and continued: "On the night of June 6th when the incident happened, these three people were drinking and sleeping at the vice president's house, until the next morning on the 29th, when the four of them went to work together, they found the president corpse."

"It seems a little different." Sonoko said.

"By the way, they have a habit of collecting things. The cruel Miss Aijia has 50 pairs of gloves, and she brings three pairs every time she goes fishing. Mr. Pozzo, who likes watching movies, has 30 pairs of sunglasses. Mr. Zhongji, who likes horse racing, has 40 hats.

Mr. Iwatomi, who often plays golf with the president, has 30 pairs of white shoes, all of which are brand-name golf shoes, and he takes them out to polish once a week.

Also, the president who was killed was a crazy idol lover and liked to collect idol peripheral products. "

Good guy, they are all collectors.

Situ Xiu was slightly taken aback, and bought dozens and dozens, but everyone else should know about the shoes collected by Yan Fu Chuang.

A bold idea appeared in his mind. Yan Fuchuang and the president often play golf, and both of them must know shoes. The murderer knows this and wears Yan Fuchuang's brand-name shoes to commit the crime.

Conan and Hattori Heiji noticed that the president Takagi said collected idols, and they both looked at the calendar. Suddenly, something happened and they looked at each other.

"Kudou, did you buy that novel?" Hattori Heiji asked.

"Well, I just bought it today and haven't read it yet, but the above content seems to be very similar to this." Conan said.

"Yes, the murderer deliberately framed the blame on other people."

Hattori Heiji smiled slightly, looked at Megure Police Department, and said, "Officer, can you bring those four people over here? I would like to know more details."

"Okay." Megure Police Department nodded, "Takagi, you go."

"Yes." Gao Mushe walked out immediately.

Hattori Heiji walked towards Situ Xiu with a smile, lowered his head, "Master Xiu, I will definitely win this game."

"Oh, you've already unlocked it." Situ Xiu was slightly surprised, good guy, so fast.

"Not yet, but soon, as long as I see those four people, I think I should know who the murderer is."

Hattori Heiji smiled naturally, his face full of complacency, and then said: "Master Xiu, I'm sure to win this time."

"Then congratulations, poor sister He Ye." Situ Xiu waved his hand.

Hattori Heiji was taken aback, turned his head to look at Kazuha, and seeing Kazuha discussing with other people, with an anxious look on his face, Hattori Heiji's heart suddenly trembled.

Does winning or losing matter?

In the chat group at the moment.

Lucy: "With a dazed face and a bewildered look, I only know that the murderer deliberately blamed others, but I don't know who the murderer is, and there are no clues."

Huoyun Cthulhu: "The blood on the coat, the baseball, the shoes, no matter how you look at it, it looks like Yan Fuchuang killed someone, and the code also refers to him."

Blue Rabbit: "I feel that there should be something missing, maybe something we didn't pay attention to."

Mao Xiaofang: "Judging from the scene, there is no specific murderer. Four people are possible, and all have motives."

The rest of the people did not speak, thinking secretly.

Soon Takagi She called four people, and the four explained their absence as soon as they arrived.

"I was at the racetrack." Zhongzhi Gongnan, a fat middle-aged man.

"I have been participating in the final round of the golf knockout tournament." The vice president, Yan Fuchuang, is a fat man with a short stature.

"I'm watching three borrowed videotapes in my own home." Bo Zuo Mi, tall and thin.

"I'm fishing alone." Aikonao, an elderly woman.

The four of them acted independently during the day, and got together to drink at night, and released the dead the next day.

Hattori Heiji stepped forward and asked, "I want to ask, which one of you saw the victim first."

"It was me. I was about to go back to my seat when I saw the president fell on the ground." Vice President Yan Fuchuang said.

"And then there's the three of them."

"Then who tore the calendar here?" Hattori Heiji pointed to the calendar on the wall, leaning against the wall where the victim died.

"It's always been the president, if we tear it up, he'll get angry." Aika Nao complained.

"Hey, I also specially borrowed a pair of shoes from the vice president, planning to play golf next week, I didn't expect that." Gongnan Zhongzhi sighed softly.

Situ Xiu pinched his chin in thought, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and finally knew who the murderer was.

At this moment, the messages in the chat group swished across.

Blue Rabbit: "I want to reason, group leader."

He Shen: "Group leader, I want to reason."

Ye Fan: "Group leader, I want to reason."

Huang Rong

Boomer

Han Li

Dozens of messages flashed by, and a group of people shouted for reasoning.

Situ Xiu: "Old rules, come in order."

He Shen: "My God, it's been a long time since I finally got to the front, but it's only a short distance away. I'm just one step away from someone. What a pity."

Ye Fan: "It's too difficult, I can't grab it every time."