Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1126 Okita Souji is a fool

At the same time, at the crime scene.

Because no utility knife was found in the toilet, Sato Miwako checked the personal belongings of the three people.

First up is Homura Renji, who is carrying a bamboo sword bag.

Because he also has a competition tomorrow, he plans to practice here after going to the bathroom.

After inspection, there was nothing special in the bag, and even the bamboo sword was opened for inspection.

However, a bottle of ink caught Hattori Heiji's attention, and Homura Renji quickly said that it was used to cross out the names of eliminated contestants.

Next came Dingsen Zhuyin, and there were some common personal belongings, including a box of chocolates with a few pieces melted on the edges.

Dingmori Akane explained that it melted because it was placed in the pocket of the shirt.

There was nothing in Yokote Tsuneyuki's belongings, so Sato Miwako checked his cell phone.

I found that I took a lot of photos in the first two months, but this month is almost over, but there are only a few photos.

Before Yokote Tsuneyuki could explain, a phone call came in.

Sato Miwako gestured and answered the call.

The person who called was a man. When they heard that it was a woman who answered the phone, the gossipers speculated that it was the girl that Yokote Tsuneyuki had mentioned before, who liked Cutter.

"Cutter?" Upon hearing this word, Sato Miwako immediately frowned.

Yokote Tsuneyuki hurriedly explained that cutter means capsizing, and what the old man heard was cutter knife, which had nothing to do with him.

When asked this question, the old man suddenly became a little uncertain. He said hesitantly that he seemed to have heard the word cutter.

"Hey, hey, don't mess with me!" Yokote Tsuneyuki panicked. Did this old man want to harm him?

Sato Miwako sighed, but none of the three people had a utility knife.

There was no evidence of the disease among the deceased's personal belongings either. However, a box of stomach medicine caught the attention of the forensic officer. Because there were residual stomach medicines near the mouth of the corpse, he guessed that the deceased must have been killed by having his throat slit right after taking the stomach medicines.

"Speaking of which, did you hear any strange noises in the bathroom during the time of the incident?"

The three recalled that they heard some bangs outside, which sounded like protective gear being thrown on the ground, and then some sounds of cutting something.

Sato Miwako pondered for a moment and said, "Anyway, the deceased was a referee with a certain rank. So, Mr. Homura, who has the same rank, is the most suspicious."

"Why is this so..." Facun Rensi's face was full of grievance, but he also knew that this was the most reasonable guess and he couldn't say anything to refute it.

"No, that's not necessarily the case."

Suddenly, Okita Souji's somewhat muffled voice sounded.

Everyone turned to look and was shocked to find that he was wearing the protective gear.

"If I show up dressed like this, they'll definitely mistake me for a high school student competing and let down their guard, right?"

Yuya nodded slightly. That was true, but...

Hattori Heiji yelled out: "Hey, what are you doing? This is important evidence!"

"Don't be impatient, listen to me first, I found a place that is very strange."

Yuya and Conan also came over: "What's strange?"

Okita Souji gestured in front of him and said, "Look, there are bloodstains on the edge of the crotch guard, but not on the hakama."

Then he turned around again and said, "I checked and found that the bloodstain was on the buttocks. Isn't that strange?"

The two and a half detectives looked down and saw that it was indeed the case.

"And more," Okita Souji walked towards the corpse, "I realized I've seen this person before. He was the referee of the quarter-final match. The guy I knocked down bumped into him and had a lot of nosebleeds."

"nosebleed?"

"I remember it too!" the old man suddenly shouted, "The voice I heard was speaking the same Kansai dialect as you did!"

"What?" Hearing the old man's words, Hattori Heiji's face suddenly changed. He quickly asked the forensic officer, "The deceased's wife is on her way. Is she here to deliver a change of clothes?"

The forensic officer nodded: "I did say that."

Conan looked at Hattori Heiji in confusion: "What's wrong with changing clothes?"

Hattori Heiji touched his nose and showed a smug expression - Kudo, it seems that I won the reasoning this time.

He couldn't help but look at Youye again, but found that the latter was looking at him with a smile. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. No way, did he know it too?

Sato Miwako glanced at the time and said, "There's not much time left before the competition starts. There's nothing we can do. Takagi, go call the organizer over..."

"No need, the remaining time is enough to solve the case." Hattori Heiji said loudly.

Sato Miwako looked over in surprise: "What? Do you know who the murderer is?"

Hattori Heiji raised his chin proudly: "That's right."

Sato Miwako habitually glanced at Yuya, who nodded slightly and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Then, who is the murderer?"

Okita Souji suddenly shouted, "If it's the murderer, I know who it is!"

"Huh?" The two half-detectives looked at him in surprise.

Okita Souji proudly picked up the bamboo sword and said, "Since we can't find the utility knife, then the murderer must be that old man, right?"

Yuya and the other two were filled with questions.

Hattori Heiji felt it was ridiculous: "That old man can't even see, how could he kill someone? And where's the important murder weapon?"

Okita Souji waved the bamboo sword in his hand and said: "Of course it's the sword hidden in his cane!"

"Just like Zatoichi, he relied on his breath to seize the opportunity, drew his sword and cut the uncle's throat."

As he spoke, he excitedly approached the old man and said, "Well, Grandpa, was I right? Come on, say that line quickly - it's such a nasty job. This will make it more interesting."

The group blinked their eyes with confused expressions, and the three detectives Yuya even had disgusted expressions like old people on the subway looking at their phones.

Conan's mouth twitched wildly: "Hattori, is that guy an idiot?"

Yuya complained, "Has he read too many hot-blooded comics?"

Hattori Heiji covered his face and sighed: "That guy is just like that, don't bother with him."