Ke Xue: An outlaw, a maniac who sets out to usurp the throne! Chapter 094

“Speaking of which—”

“Kida had been secretly swapping out artworks in the museum and wasn’t taking good care of them…”

“Because of this, Mr. Manaka apparently said that—”

“When he fully took over the museum, he was going to hold Kida accountable!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone’s eyes immediately fell on Kida.

Motive, evidence… it was all there!

Inspector Megure directly waved his hand, signaling for someone to restrain Kida.

“I didn’t! I really didn’t kill him!”

Kida cried, his face distraught, his voice hurried.

Seeing this, Conan couldn’t help but frown.

It was too smooth, this case… too smooth, so smooth that Conan felt something was wrong…

And Jiang Heng—

Conan subconsciously turned his head to glance at Jiang Heng, who hadn’t said anything since watching the surveillance footage.

He couldn’t help but frown.

The more he thought about this matter, the more he felt something was amiss!

While Inspector Megure and the others were trying to get information from Kida, Conan quickly leaned in to examine the white paper in Inspector Megure’s hand with “Kida” written on it…

After carefully observing for a while, Conan finally discovered something unusual.

Then, he ran to the surveillance monitor again—

While everyone’s attention was on Kida, Conan once again rewound the surveillance video to when Mr. Manaka was writing on the paper.

He watched Mr. Manaka’s expression without blinking, and couldn’t help but frown.

“Conan, what are you doing?” Jiang Heng gave Conan a meaningful look.

“I…” Conan’s body instinctively stiffened.

In front of Jiang Heng, Conan had almost developed a conditioned reflex.

“Conan, don’t mess with the evidence!” Inspector Megure directly picked Conan up.

Conan quickly blurted out, “Inspector Megure—”

“The killer isn’t Kida!”

“Yes, yes, yes! It’s not me, it’s really not me…”

Kida didn’t care that it was a child speaking and quickly chimed in.

“Conan, don’t talk nonsense!” Inspector Megure frowned and glared at Conan.

“I’m not talking nonsense!” Conan quickly retorted.

To prevent himself from being thrown out, Conan quickly explained.

“The name ‘Kida’… wasn’t written by Mr. Manaka; it should have been written by the killer!”

Inspector Megure’s steps paused, and he looked at Conan speechlessly.

(afad) “Conan, if you want to be a detective, you need to be reasonable.”

“In the video, it was clearly Mr. Manaka who wrote the name…”

“But it’s so strange!” Conan blinked.

He feigned innocence and said, “Why was Mr. Manaka’s expression so panicked?”

“And, if he didn’t want to be discovered by the killer—”

“Mr. Manaka should have tried to hide the pen, right? Instead of… dropping it heavily on the ground.”

“If he made a sound, wouldn’t it be easier for the killer to discover him?”

“Ah, this…” Inspector Megure subconsciously glanced at the surveillance video.

“Maybe Mr. Manaka was just too scared at the time.”

“But what if the pen in Mr. Manaka’s hand couldn’t write in the first place, and ‘Kida’ was already on the paper?”

Conan narrowed his eyes and quickly said.

“Huh? You mean…” Inspector Megure’s steps immediately stopped.

“The killer wrote Kida’s name on the paper in advance, and then gave Mr. Manaka a pen with no ink.”

“This way, they could fake it as Mr. Manaka’s dying message?”

Inspector Megure stroked his chin, suddenly feeling that it made some sense.

However, thinking of how this child had tricked him before, just like Shinichi Kudo…

Inspector Megure immediately became conflicted.

“Inspector Megure, this pen works.” Sato Miwako subconsciously checked the pen that was being used as evidence.

This result… was actually within Conan’s expectations.

“So, the killer must have replaced the pen afterward.”

With that, Conan suddenly turned to look at Curator Ochiai, his gaze serious.

“Curator Ochiai, could we see your pen?”

“This pen… I heard that every employee in the museum has one. As the curator, you… must have one too, right?”

“I—” Curator Ochiai’s expression stiffened.

“Conan, this child… really likes being a detective,” Jiang Heng suddenly said.

“Curator, for your innocence, why not satisfy this child’s curiosity?”

Hearing this, Curator Ochiai was silent for a moment, then subconsciously reached into his pocket.

The next second, Curator Ochiai’s expression froze, and he said with some hesitation. (For exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

“Sorry, my pen… seems to be lost.”

As he spoke, Curator Ochiai frowned almost imperceptibly, his mind quickly trying to recall.

When did he lose it? How did he… have no memory of it at all!

“How could it be such a coincidence?!” Conan blurted out subconsciously.

He looked at Curator Ochiai suspiciously; he was becoming more and more suspicious…

“Conan, there are many coincidences in this world,” Jiang Heng said meaningfully, looking at Conan.

“Setting aside whether the killer replaced the pen, even if they did—”

“The killer… couldn’t be Curator Ochiai.”

“Huh?” Conan looked at Jiang Heng in a daze.

“That armor weighs at least two hundred pounds…” Jiang Heng directly raised a finger and pointed at the armor that the officers had moved over.

He said with a smile that wasn’t a smile, “It’s very difficult for one person to move it.”

“And Curator Ochiai is at that age, and he doesn’t look like he’s trained…”

“Do you think Curator Ochiai could wear such heavy armor, and even use it to kill someone?”

“And finally, move the armor to Kida’s room.”

“This kind of reasoning is entirely based on imagination, a completely unrealistic possibility!” []

As he spoke, Jiang Heng also raised a finger and pointed at the walking stick in Curator Ochiai’s hand.

One had to admit, a person’s obsession… sometimes truly was a powerful driving force!

“Uh…” Conan was stunned.

His gaze quickly swept over Curator Ochiai and the armor, his thoughts momentarily halting.

Curator Ochiai, and that armor…

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed hard to connect them!

“But—” Conan couldn’t help but frown.

Jiang Heng’s words made sense, but Conan’s intuition told him that the killer was Curator Ochiai.

“No buts.” Inspector Megure impatiently waved his hand.

“No matter how you think about it, Curator Ochiai really couldn’t have killed someone while wearing such heavy armor…”

As he spoke, Inspector Megure couldn’t help but sigh.

Children like Conan… truly were unreliable!

He must have been possessed just now to have believed Conan’s deduction even a little bit…