567 Infinite Reincarnation Naruto Chapter 567 (1/2)
”30 seconds?”
Shiratori also looked at Katsuo Masuo with a weird look at this time. It was really too long. In 30 seconds, you can do a lot of things. At least, it should be enough to lift the overturned bookcase again.
”In fact, it doesn't matter if our police came here first. The overturned bookcase can also be interpreted as the murderer accidentally overturned it. At most, it adds a little bit of doubt and is not conclusive evidence.”
Naruto's reasoning guided everyone step by step, and Conan then posed a crucial question.
”But if the kite string is fixed on the bookcase, then why is the kite string all rolled into the wheel of the bicycle? If the police came first, wouldn't this technique be discovered?”
”It won't be discovered.”
Naruto crouched on the side of the bicycle, reversed the pedal, and pulled out the kite string inside.
”There is a ring at one end of the kite string. I think Mr. Masao should use tape to stick the thumbtack on the top of the bookcase, and then put the ring on the thumbtack, so that you can of course put the bookcase on the bicycle. After the bookcase falls down, of course, the ring can’t be put on the thumbtack. The kite string will be all rolled into the hub due to the bicycle’s inertia, right, Mr. Masuo?”
Katsuo Masuo's face was pale, but Naruto's mental offensive was still not over.
”It doesn't matter if the police come here in advance. The nail just needs to be explained as a sign for the weight loss goal. This killing plan is simple to say, but you have to be very familiar with the deceased's habits and exercise time. For this kind of thing, there is only the husband of the deceased, Mr. Masuo. When you first arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, you looked at your watch three times in less than a minute. It was also to determine the time so that we could be on the phone. Hearing your father's screams, let us police officers be an alibi for you, right, Mr. Katsuo Masuo?”
”me……”
After all, Katsuo Masao was the first to kill, and he could not have the good psychological qualities of a killer, and he was frightened by Naruto's aggressive tone.
”If you want to ask me if I have any evidence, please take it out. The blood-stained pushpin and tape in your pants pocket.”
”Ugh……”
Masao Katsuo finally couldn't resist Naruto's oppression, sighed, gave up, and from his pocket, he took out the decisive evidence that he was the murderer.
”I plead guilty, it was I who killed my wife.”
After breaking a murder case, Sato Mikako felt relieved, but it was more regretful for a dead person.
”Then what's the motive for the murder? Why did Masao kill his wife?”
”I think it's because of this.”
Naruto picked up an album that he had just found in the master bedroom on the second floor, and said, ”There are two people in this album that were marked by the deceased. I think these two people should have robbed the bank three days ago. Robber, if the bank president is the mastermind, of course the plan will go smoothly, but I didn’t expect that the matter would be discovered by your wife. This is your motive for the murder.”
Katsuo Masao pleaded guilty, and two hours later, the two criminals who were counting money at his home were all arrested. A murder case and a bank robbery case were solved at the same time.
After the Metropolitan Police Department finished the interrogation...
”Miss Sato, if you don't dislike it, and I...” Takagi blushed before he finished his invitation, he was preempted by Shiratori.
”Let’s have dinner with me and enjoy the night view while holding a wine glass. The location is in a three-star French restaurant.”
”Not bad.”
Miwako Sato’s smile made Takagi’s heart broken wow, but the next sentence brought Takagi back to life.
”But I'm sorry, I don't really like French food.”
”That...that's a shame.” Shiratori sighed deeply, lamenting that he hadn't made enough preparations in the early stage.
Takagi and Shiratori’s invitations have failed one after another. At this time, someone should demonstrate what a real invitation is.
”Miwako, are you going to my house for dinner?”