Conan adjusted his glasses and looked at the man in front of him:
“Mr. Suzuki, are you sure Ms. Tanaka is the culprit?”
“I’m not sure, but she’s highly suspicious.”
“How sure are you?”
Bai Ye shrugged, not knowing the exact percentage:
“Fifty-fifty.”
Fifty-fifty, that probability was already pretty high.
Assuming Ms. Tanaka was the culprit, all they had to do was find evidence.
Conan was a pro at proving guilt.
“I agree with Mr. Suzuki’s viewpoint.”
Ms. Tanaka was furious. She pointed her finger at Conan’s nose and yelled:
“You little kid, what are you butting in for?”
Kuroba Kaito, disguised as Toichi Takagi, along with his cousin, Sonoko, and Ran Mouri chimed in:
“Me too.”
“Me too.”
“Me too.”
Seeing more than half of the people agreed, Aramitsu stepped in as a peacemaker:
“Ms. Tanaka, please bear with us for now. If Mr. Suzuki made a mistake, I will apologize to you along with him.”
This last statement put Kikue Tanaka in a difficult position. If she resisted at this point, it would be admitting guilt.
She carefully recalled that she had not left any clues after the crime and reluctantly agreed:
“Hmph, you’re the one who said that.”
She then stormed back to the villa in anger.
Suzuki Bai Ye followed closely behind, shouting to the group:
“Go check her room, you’ll know then.”
Kikue Tanaka wanted to go to the third floor, but Bai Ye wouldn't allow it.
He made her stay in the room on the first floor, the one she lived in, and wait for the others to investigate.
To prevent her from escaping, he also closed the window tightly and locked the door.
“Remember what you said before, if you’re wrong, you have to kneel down and apologize in public!”
Facing the threat, Bai Ye remained expressionless. In fact, he even felt a little like laughing.
That was Aramitsu’s promise, what did it have to do with me?
After two or three minutes, Ms. Tanaka couldn't hold it in anymore and asked cautiously:
“Hey, you said before… there’s evidence in my room, what is it?”
Bai Ye took out a cigarette, thought for a moment, then put it back.
It was not too late to smoke after the culprit was caught; he was in no hurry.
“Hey, I’m talking to you!”
“Don’t call me hey.”
“Alright, Mr. Suzuki, what did you see earlier?”
Seeing Bai Ye’s calm demeanor, Kikue Tanaka felt like she was being clawed by a cat.
Her belief that she hadn’t left any evidence began to waver.
“There are rope marks on the railing.”
Ms. Tanaka’s jaw dropped in surprise.
Are you kidding me? You could see that from so far away?
You could even see the crossbow bolts in the snow, so maybe seeing the railing wasn’t so far-fetched.
This insane eyesight was truly something else.
Kikue Tanaka, with a guilty conscience, hesitated for a moment before saying:
“Mr. Suzuki, I’ll tell you a story.”
Bai Ye looked at the wind and snow outside the window, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
“Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose grandfather loved magic. He was an old man, but he still listened to the discussions in the chatroom and performed a new escape magic trick. Unfortunately, something went wrong during the trick, and he tragically died. The little girl loved her grandfather very much and was very heartbroken. When she was tidying up her grandfather's belongings, she logged into his chatroom account and discovered that those who gave wrong advice, those bad guys, were actually mocking her grandfather's ignorance behind his back. So the little girl made up her mind to take revenge on these people.”
This story was obviously a ‘I have a friend’ situation.
No matter how magical the subsequent plot was, it was all about her own story.
“Just let me go, I’ll do anything you want!”
Kikue Tanaka thought carefully. She did leave ironclad evidence during the crime.
That strand of rope shot into the woods had to be dealt with as soon as possible.
Now she had to find a way to seduce Mr. Suzuki and get him to let her out.
As long as she could destroy the evidence, with no proof, she couldn’t be convicted.
Bai Ye retracted his neck, showing a ‘You’re so saucy’ expression:
“Really, do anything?”
The blazing fire of revival in his heart had never been extinguished.
Kikue Tanaka gritted her teeth and pulled down her clothes, revealing half of her shoulder:
“Yes, anything.”
“Ms. Tanaka, you’re underestimating me.”
Bai Ye looked disgusted and waved his hand:
“They went upstairs to look for evidence and will be back in a few minutes, do you think I can finish that fast?”
“…”
Kikue Tanaka almost went crazy, but quickly came to her senses.
She made her clothes look messy, then suddenly screamed:
“Ah ah ah ah ah! Don’t come near me!”
Ran Mouri, who was on standby in the living room, heard the shouts and knocked on the door, yelling:
“Mr. Suzuki, what’s going on in there?”
Bai Ye opened the door and explained:
“Nothing, she’s just panicking and acting.”
Seeing Ran Mouri enter, Kikue Tanaka had an idea.
She pretended to be pitiful and pointed to Suzuki Bai Ye with her finger:
“Ran, he just assaulted me! Please, don’t let me be alone with him, woo woo woo…”
Seeing Ms. Tanaka crying like a heartbroken girl, Ran Mouri's sense of justice exploded.
She stared at Suzuki Bai Ye, her hands clenched until they cracked, and warned:
“If you really assaulted her, I won’t let you off the hook!”
Ran Mouri was usually quite bad-tempered when she was angry with Conan.
Smashing lampposts and walls were basic operations.
Things like throwing dirty water were essentially winning if you threw it out.
Explaining was basically arguing. Not explaining was basically admitting.
No matter if you explained or not, you were wrong.
It was like a woman in a relationship, acting unreasonable for no reason.
Bai Ye didn’t have any experience in handling this, but he had read a lot of books.
This situation was similar to many historical anecdotes he had read.
When the monarch of a country wanted a framed official to die, there was no way out for those who cried injustice or remained silent.
The only way to turn the tables was to laugh wildly.
“Hahahahahahaha.”
His unrestrained laughter completely disrupted Kikue Tanaka’s performance rhythm.
With this disruption, the tragic atmosphere she had painstakingly created was gone:
“Mr. Suzuki, what are you laughing at?”
“Do you think I’m lacking in women?”
Ms. Tanaka didn’t move, but Ran Mouri shook her head.
A man as tall and handsome as him must be very popular with girls.
“If I’m not lacking in women, why would I assault her at this time? Who does she think she is?”
“…”
That makes so much sense!
Ran Mouri remembered when they first met, Mr. Suzuki had also been wrongly accused.
But he didn’t avoid it, he actively searched for evidence to clear his name.
If you think about it carefully, there’s really no need to lose control of his lower body at this time.
But Ms. Tanaka was crying so sadly, it didn’t seem fake either, so who was telling the truth?
Ran Mouri was torn and suggested:
“Why don’t… I stay here and supervise you guys.”
One strong man wasn’t enough, a woman could make up for it.
It was almost impossible to escape from the supervision of two people.
Kikue Tanaka shot herself in the foot, her guts were turning green with regret.
Grandpa, I’m so hard done by!