His client had arrived.
When Mōri Kogoro finally woke up, he casually looked at his ringing phone.
It's finally here!
He rubbed his eyes as he prepared to return to the western restaurant where they had just been.
The client had been waiting for a while.
I'm really sorry.
The client sincerely apologized to Mōri Kogoro.
I'm sorry for making him wait for so long.
The client's request was actually very simple.
Before coming, a certain muddle-headed detective already had some understanding.
He wanted to help him solve a puzzle, right?
It was a very old wallet.
The client said that the puzzle was here.
He only knew that it required a physical object. The muddle-headed detective took it and casually looked at it. Wasn't there a row of small words on it?
But what did it mean?
It was a mess.
A certain primary school detective also moved his head over at this time.
However, the muddle-headed detective was one step ahead of him and put it away.
He pounced on nothing.
The client asked Detective Maori to help him.
If there were any problems, he could contact him at any time.
There was no time limit for this request.
He could wait, as long as he could get the answer.
The primary school detective saw a kind of persistence on the client's face.
What was hidden in this puzzle?
These things could only be solved after the puzzle was solved.
Mōri Kogoro and Conan Edogawa returned to Detective Maori just like that.
Once they returned, the muddle-headed detective took out the old wallet again.
Just like that, he stared at the words on the paper and thought hard.
The primary school detective could finally see the real thing.
Conan Edogawa used many different methods to decipher these seemingly unrelated words.
It was a bit complicated.
He studied it for an entire night.
The next day, he went to school with two big dark circles under his eyes.
In the end, he still didn't have a clue.
Just like that, he didn't pay attention to the entire day of class.
It wasn't until he saw a picture in his textbook that the corners of his mouth finally curled up a little.
So that's it!
He knew.
It was a library.
And those illogical words were in a few locations in the library.
Conan Edogawa easily found a few books.
Naturally, he borrowed all these books back to his family.
In Detective Maori, he looked at these books for a long time.
These books all mentioned a location.
Snow mountain.
The primary school detective immediately found the wallet.
Snow mountain.
These books all had this place in these books.
When Conan Edogawa used Uncle Maori's voice to contact the client, the response on the other side confirmed that the person knew what this meant.
He probingly asked again.
Three years ago, his friend went to a snow mountain.
Since then, he never came back....
This old wallet was his other friend. gave him this old wallet.
He only said that it was very important.
Disappeared.. and disappeared.
He thought this thing Edogawa.
He didn't expect …
The client wanted to know the answer
His friend His friend must have met.
Could there be other secrets here that he didn't know?
Also, could that guy's sudden disappearance have something to do with this matter?
His heart ''s heart...
He was very anxious.
If it was only the snow mountain in common.
That person couldn't have found these books.
Wait … the primary school detective immediately messed up the titles of the basic books.
Finally, a new address appeared in front of his eyes.
It was still the library from before.
This location was a very remote book area that almost no one would come to.
There was a sign in front that said no entry.
Just like that, Conan Edogawa quietly sneaked in.
Then he found the book in the bookcase.
There was an old wallet under the book.
The old wallet was exactly the same as the one the client gave to his uncle.
Except that there were no words.
After Conan Edogawa picked it up and flipped through it, he suddenly felt that the wallet felt a little different.
Although the difference was extremely small.
But it still wasn't right.
He thought so.
He decisively tore the old wallet apart.
He succeeded.
There was a very thin piece of paper in the old wallet.
Conan Edogawa carefully opened the paper.
It was a letter.
It seems that you still found this place.
How terrible!
He had to find someone to help.
The letter contained a detailed record of what had happened in the snow mountain that year.
Their friend didn't go alone.
He went there with another friend.
He was by his side at that time.
He found his body.
His hand was still holding his key chain.
His hand that had been brutally stabbed, and the phone call he had made to him before he left.
These were enough to explain something.
But he still didn't want to believe it.
So he wanted to ask that person himself.
This was the last backup plan he made before he left.
He hoped that he wouldn't need to use it.
All the evidence was hidden in his friend's house.
If he didn't say it, he wouldn't be able to find it even if he went to clean.
When a certain primary school detective returned with the letter, the first thing the muddle-headed detective saw was the familiar wallet.
He was wondering why the wallet was missing.
It turned out that it was taken by this kid.
He snatched the old wallet in his hand.
However, the letter fell from the top just like that.
He picked it up.
Then, after glancing at it casually, his face changed.
The two detectives went to the client's house together.
When he saw the contents, the client was so angry that he wanted to rush out immediately.
But under the reminder of a muddle-headed detective, he finally found all the evidence.
Then he called the police.
When the police followed these people to the suspect's house, the suspect was not at home.
At this time, their client remembered something.
The man just called him, and he said on the phone that he asked Detective Mori to find his friend.
He probably guessed something and ran away in advance.
Officer Mugo asked the client if he knew where the person was most likely to go.
The client could only shake his head.
He didn't go anywhere.
Even his own house was on fire before.
In this way, that person could go anywhere.
However, a certain primary school detective suddenly let out a very naive voice.
He said that they could go to the snow mountain.
When he was worried about whether his actions would be discovered. That was the starting point of the two incidents.
The police car immediately drove over.
It was a very high mountain.
The higher they went, the colder it was.
There was no place to rest.
Until they stopped next to a pine tree.
This place looked like it had just been dug up by someone.
The trees next to it were also growing exceptionally well.
Where the first victim was buried.
This was something that was not written in the letter.
But some things seemed to be very clear.
Sure enough, they dug out some white bones that they had accidentally broken in this place.
There was also a rotten smell.
The murderer had indeed been here just now.
The police searched in all directions.
They didn't let go of any corner.
In the end, under the layers of their encirclement, the suspect was trapped on this mountain.
They couldn't make a fire, it would attract the police.
So, the suspect fainted from the cold.
He was finally found.
The two bodies were not by his side.
Along the way, they didn't see any traces of digging.
Until the suspect finally woke up.
He looked at them with great reluctance and said that he had thrown all those things down.
Below was a cliff that they couldn't see the bottom of.
There was no one to bring them up again.
When the suspect said this, there was a cold smile on his face.
It was all their fault.
It would be better if he died alone.
Why did they have to stop him at that time?
In such a dangerous situation, he didn't want to get himself involved in those dangers.
That was what he said.
So, it was all the fault of the person who had to pursue the truth!
He actually wanted me to turn myself in to the Metropolitan Police Department.
How was that possible?
That person's death had nothing to do with me at all.
People would be afraid at that time.
He was just saving himself.
It wasn't wrong for him to do so.
And his friend, Mōri Kogoro's client, his voice was filled with anger.
Then why did you kill him?
It wasn't because of your damn self-preservation, was it?
Hey!
Didn't he already say it?
It was that guy who wanted to send him to prison.
Of course, he was still protecting himself.
This sentence made the client bite his own lip. He looked more than angry.
Even his mouth was bleeding from being bitten.
How could he be like this?
No matter how disappointed or angry he was.
His friends wouldn't come back.
The suspect was taken away by the police just like that.
He struggled and tried to escape several times.
But it didn't seem to be an easy thing.
His body was still weak because he had just woken up.