Chapter 82

The suspects were all called over very quickly.

Conan ran over to observe carefully, then walked to Akaso Kaze's side and whispered to himself: "I already know who the kendo master is."

Hm?

Akaso Kaze glanced at Conan's smug expression, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Isn't it just Suwa Yuji?" he said casually.

"Huh? How did you know?"

Conan's eyes widened.

I had to look at everyone's hands before I figured it out.

This Akaso Kaze stood to the side and knew without even looking?

"Heh." Akaso Kaze's mouth curled slightly, but he didn't answer: "Do you think he is the murderer?"

"Could it be... isn't he?"

Conan had just heard each person explain their reason for meeting Maru Denjiro, so naturally, he felt Suwa Yuji was the most suspicious.

He had the motive, the ability, and it happened to be at this time—if not him, then who?

Akaso Kaze pointed to the deceased in the room.

"Look at the posture of the deceased holding the sword, then look at the photo on the wall."

Conan slipped into the room, completely bewildered.

"Damn brat, don't mess around."

Kogoro Mouri's angry roar came from inside.

After a moment, Conan walked out with a large bump on his head, looking shocked.

He stared at Akaso Kaze as if he had seen a ghost.

This guy actually saw the flaw at a single glance!

His Onmyoji identity must be a disguise; he's definitely a detective.

"The deceased's sword-holding posture is wrong; the murderer must have faked the scene to frame the kendo master Suwa Yuji."

"If it's not Suwa Yuji, then who could it be?"

Conan held his chin with his fingers in a 'V' shape, frowning as he analyzed the case.

Watching Kogoro Mouri's messy analysis in the room, Akaso Kaze felt a bit bored and couldn't help but yawn.

"This Uncle Mouri doesn't even know to check the cabinet."

Hearing Akaso Kaze mutter that, Conan's eyes lit up instantly.

He ran back into the room with a pitter-patter.

"Why are you back in here again?"

Thud.

A muffled sound.

Conan ran out wiping his tears, the bump on his head now doubled.

"The whole room is covered in sword marks, only the work of the carving master Akutsu has no scratches. Could it be that it is the murderer?"

Hearing the little guy still muttering, Akaso Kaze couldn't help but curl his lip.

This kid was analyzing the case while wiping his tears; who knows if he's faking it.

Suddenly noticing Akaso Kaze looking at him, Conan quickly put his hands down and put on an innocent expression.

"Brother Akaso, this is the case analysis I just heard Uncle Mouri talking about in the room. Is he right?"

"Right? Right my foot. When has his analysis ever been right? He's practically a textbook example of what not to do."

Conan nodded in strong agreement.

"Then, who does Brother Akaso think is the murderer?"

Conan asked, blinking his large eyes.

"It's Suwa Yuji, of course."

"Huh?" Conan was stunned.

Didn't you just clear him of suspicion?

How is it him again?

Akaso Kaze showed a faint smile and rubbed the two large bumps on Conan's head.

They were soft and actually quite nice to touch.

"I'm afraid none of you noticed the scratches on the cabinet; those are the most valuable pieces of evidence the deceased left behind with his dying breath."

Conan was dumbfounded.

He turned his head and rushed back in.

"You brat..."

The room suddenly went quiet.

Akaso Kaze walked to the door and took a look.

Kogoro Mouri was sitting on the ground with his head down, analyzing the case.

I must say, this posture is very strange!

Also, the tone of voice doesn't sound like him at all; it sounds more like...

Akaso Kaze's gaze shifted to his neck.

Oh, sure enough, Kogoro Mouri had been pricked by a needle.

You could even see the corner of Conan's clothes behind him.

Alright, Sleeping Kogoro has entered the stage!

At this moment, Conan was hiding behind Kogoro Mouri.

A very satisfied, very smug smile appeared on his face.

You hit my head, so I'll prick you.

Watching the soul emerging from the top of Kogoro Mouri's head, Akaso Kaze's mouth curled slightly, and he extended his evil hand of intent.

Magic Drain.

Zzz.

Kogoro Mouri's body instantly went limp.

How truly tragic.

Akaso Kaze silently pitied him for a second.