There were no problems in any of the places.
There was only a slight deviation in the timing.
In the end, the police could only attribute this to one possibility. The suspect who committed suicide had lied to them.
This was a possibility that had a relatively high probability of happening.
Just like that, the police no longer cared about this matter.
Only Conan Edogawa had not completely let go of this matter.
He contacted the reporter who found out the truth of this matter.
He did not know why, but in his heart, he always felt that this matter might not have been led by the suspect.
It might be …
Pluto.
This name appeared in the mind of the primary school detective.
This was a very complicated and large criminal organization.
It was led by Mr. Tuan Shouyan.
It was his old enemy.
Conan Edogawa knew this very well.
But he was a detective.
When there was a clue, he could not help but investigate.
That reporter knew what he wanted to do.
This was a reporter who was smarter and sharper than he had imagined.
This was Conan Edogawa's first impression of this reporter.
But he was also more conceited.
He said to him with certainty that this matter was just his own thinking from the beginning to the end.
A helpless expression.
Such a conceited person would never admit that he was led by someone else.
Even after this primary school detective had accurately known his arrangement and the time that the TV station would broadcast this program, he still thought so.
This might be a problem with the TV station.
This was a natural answer.
After he handed over all his findings to the station, there was a long wait for them to finish the program and adjust the time to air it.
There were so many people in the TV station and many people knew about it.
This was indeed a logical explanation.
Conan Edogawa could not help but think so.
He was a child.
So it was more convenient for him to ask about some things.
Ah!
He did not think as much as he thought.
He was just a little curious about this matter.
His matter.
At first, he did not believe that he was so powerful.
Because the murderer was also very powerful!
Just like that, the primary school detective expressed his feelings of admiration for this reporter.
But now, he was relying on the phone.
The other party could not tell if he was sincere or not!
Just like that, the person on the other side of the phone took it seriously.
He knew it!
Why did this voice sound so young?
So it was just a child.
But with this child's serious voice of admiration, the reporter agreed just like that.
He would meet with him.
Then he would tell him about those things.
These were all his great achievements.
This kind of feeling, this guy was almost the same as Uncle Maori.
The primary school detective just like that, the crescent moon Edogawa
Then, he made an appointment with the reporter at a coffee shop.
It was the Poirot Coffee Shop under the Maori Detective Office.
Today, Tsutomu Amuro was working.
A big, business-like smile was given to them all at once.
. and there was also a delicious small cake.
This was Mr. Amuro's latest research
And the price..
The reporter that the reporter was in disbelief.
It was so It That it It It Not It Was It
In fact, this reporter didn't seem to care much about these things.
If it was not delicious, then it was not delicious.
He was very casual about all of this.
Then he began to talk to the schoolboy detective about what had brought him to his attention and how much work he had done to finally unravel the mystery.
This was really a complicated matter.
And when the reporter said this, he would deliberately use many exaggerated adjectives to say it.
What he said was simply too exaggerated.
But among these exaggerations, a certain primary school detective was still able to determine the truth.
Just like that, such a long story was told by the reporter. He drank so many cups of coffee that he could not remember.
Conan Edogawa, on the other hand, was seriously judging every word that came out of his mouth.
The drink beside him had not gone down much until now!
He could not care at all.
Conan Edogawa was still unable to sort out the contents of all of this for the time being.
He had no choice but to memorize all of this in a stiff manner.
In the end, when he was tired of talking, the reporter also began to eat his small cake.
But unexpectedly, he stopped immediately after taking a bite.
His movements were too big.
Even though Conan Edogawa was thinking about other things.
It was enough for him to be attracted by the voice again.
He looked at his expression and the small cake in his hand that he had taken a bite of.
What was going on?
What was wrong with him?
His head was full of question marks.
The reporter was stunned for a long time. Then, he shed tears.
Wasn't this reaction too strange?
A certain primary school detective could not help but think so.
Then, he looked at the small cake that he had taken a bite of just now.
This was exactly the same as his.
There was nothing strange about this!
It was too delicious.
This was really too delicious.
The reporter said this loudly.
This made Conan Edogawa very obviously unable to react.
He had never thought that he would be so exaggerated.
This was actually because this cake was too delicious?
Maybe it was because he had eaten a better cake?
Conan Edogawa didn't seem to understand what was going on.
And the reporter said that such a small cake reminded him of something.
He had a deep impression of such a small cake.
At that time, he knew that it was the most delicious.
The reporter seemed to have been reminiscing over there for a long time.
Then, a certain primary school detective took the opportunity to ask, but he refused to say. He just had a nostalgic expression on his face.
He did not want to say anything more about the previous case.
Fortunately, he had said most of what he needed to say.
He wanted to know where this small cake came from.
The reporter had originally planned to leave just like that.
But just as he stood up, he could not help but change his mind.
The place they were in was just a coffee shop.
They should have bought these desserts and other things.
Conan Edogawa was a detective, even though the matter in front of him was different from the matter he had originally investigated.
However, he still unconsciously had some unavoidable interest in the inside story of this matter.
He told the reporter that the small cake here was made by Amuro's brother himself.
Amuro's brother was the male waiter just now.
The reporter remembered this matter.
When they first arrived, the primary school student seemed to have called that person Mr. Amuro.
That was a very young man.
It was a particularly bright smiling face.
The reporter only smiled at that side.
Should he call Amuro's brother over?
Conan Edogawa took the initiative to suggest this to the reporter.
The reporter's expression was full of anticipation.
However, this kind of anticipation was quickly covered up by him.
No.
Perhaps it was not a cover-up.
It was just that he still had some scruples.
In the end, the reporter let out a long sigh.
He said that there was no need.
Then he left just like that.
The schoolboy detective just stared at his receding back.
His eyebrows seemed to show that he was pondering something.
Then he looked at Tsutomu Amuro who was walking towards him.
It was a very innocent expression.
He came here to ask if he needed anything else.
At least that was what it looked like on the surface.
The primary school detective looked at the blond and dark-skinned young detective again.
He said that the reporter liked the cake he made.
He seemed to want to get to know him.
There was a sense of teasing.
However, there was still something very serious hidden in the primary school detective's faint expression.
He felt that the person just now was very strange.
Especially after eating his small cake. What was the matter with his small cake?
He looked very distressed.
This was the only expression that the blond and dark-skinned young detective showed.
If they had not seen his other face, no one would have thought that such a harmless guy was Bourbon of the Black Coat Organization.
He was an important high-ranking official in the public security police.
This was just something that he researched when he was bored.
The blond and dark-skinned young detective could only give him an answer like this.
All the steps were researched by him.
However, this was not a particularly complicated technique.
He believed that besides him, there should be many people who could do it.
"It should be … like this, right?"
The blond and dark-skinned young waiter gave the primary school detective such a smile.
These were all just coincidences.
It was very likely that that person had eaten a similar cake before, at some point in time that he cared about.