Chapter 935

"No, sorry, I'll go to the restroom first."

The crowd at the scene watched Mouri Kogoro leave with an embarrassed silly laugh. Although they knew it wasn't appropriate, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

However, just as Kogoro was about to use the "urination escape" and Megure and the others were secretly anxious, Conan raised his wrist. Following a flash of silver light, Detective Mouri's body stiffened, and his body became uncontrollable again.

"Why is it happening again?"

"This is?" Megure looked blankly at Mouri Kogoro falling in front of the stage in a sleeping state, realized, and said pleasantly, "Mouri, my friend, could it be..."

"That's right," Conan ran under the table next to him and spoke using the bowtie voice changer.

"I was just joking just now, but it was also because of this that I found the real murderer. Screenwriter Mr. Kusaka Hironari, the murderer is you!"

The guests at the scene looked at each other, and finally followed Megure and the others to look at Kusaka Hironari, whose expression had changed slightly.

"You are really funny, Mr. Mouri," Kusaka Hironari's figure tightened, and he retorted, "Didn't you hear what Mikako said just now? I was talking to her on the phone when the case happened!"

"It was indeed a phone call, but one person read a story for twenty minutes. It was probably a recording made in advance, right? The IC recorder is still in your room now. Although the recording inside should have been deleted, your alibi also has problems."

Conan continued to deduce: "You played the pre-recorded story to the other party through the receiver. Just in case, you had done this several times before. You didn't allow Miss Mikako to speak in the middle, and then took advantage of this time to murder the Yashiro father and daughter."

"?? Evidence, where is the evidence?" Kusaka Hironari gritted his teeth, "Not to mention I didn't record any story, even if I did, why say I murdered someone?"

"Of course there is evidence," Conan smiled.

"It's your hair. Haven't you noticed? A lock has turned black. Because your hair color is close to the color of blood, you didn't notice it, right? But blood will turn into blood clots after a period of time, and the color will also be different."

"Inspector Megure," Conan pulled a gap in the tablecloth and looked at Megure, who was blocking Kusaka Hironari, "By the way, take off the scarf wrapped around his neck. If my deduction is correct, the bruises should not have disappeared yet. They are the scratch marks or finger marks left by Chairman Yashiro, who fought desperately after being attacked by you."

"Please wait a moment."

Kusaka smiled dryly and took a step back, suddenly taking out a remote control button: "Because I still have a trump card in my hand, don't move, otherwise I will detonate the bomb!"

"If you don't want the ship to sink, listen to me obediently!"

Kusaka forced the crowd around him back. The guests at the scene exclaimed repeatedly and cleared the middle position. Everyone looked in panic at the button Kusaka was holding in his hand.

Kusaka faced Megure and the police officers viciously. ===== CHAPTER 937 =====