Vol 2 Chapter 283: , Conan's conclusion!

Soon after, Police Officer Zhang Xiang and Sato came to the museum with two forensic officers carrying a pair of blood-stained armor. Look at ‘hair, thread, Chinese, text, net
Not long after Zhang Xiang walked in, Zhang Xiang saw Conan, a ten thousand-year-old elementary school student who was thinking about something behind Kogoro Moori, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.
Obviously, he had already guessed that the instigator of this murder case was the old curator of the museum, Ochiai.
However, at this moment, Zhang Xiang was passing by the old curator Ochiai with a smile on his mouth.
Before everyone noticed, the body slightly blocked the surveillance video and everyone's eyes, and at a rapid speed, he replaced the ballpoint pen on the old curator Ochiai.
As for where the ballpoint pen came from, Zhang Xiang took it down from someone in the art gallery when he was passing by.
And during Zhang Xiang's imperceptible meal, Zhang Xiang's right hand turned into an afterimage, and he replaced the ballpoint pen on the old curator Ochiai.
Then, when he passed by the panicked Kubota on his face, he put the ballpoint pen that could not write any traces on the opponent's body.
The whole process only took Zhang Xiang less than ten and ten seconds.
In the whole process, with more than a dozen people and surveillance video, there was no flaw that anyone could notice.
Well, except for the one Police Officer Sato who stayed beside Zhang Xiang and didn't leave Zhang Xiang a step, he seemed to turn his head and glance at Zhang Xiang with some doubts.
Zhang Xiang also had his own consideration of why he saved the old curator of Ochiai.
Originally, when Xiaokong and others were frightened because of the murder of the old curator Ochiai, Zhang Xiang really flashed a trace of irritation in his heart, and wanted to ignore the other party. See 1 Yarn 3 Chinese Net
However, thinking of the other party was not intentional.
Moreover, Xiao Chi liked the happy expression of the bronze horse model he received when he was just walking out.
I also agreed with the old curator Ochiai when I would come again next time.
Zhang Xiang hesitated.
Then, he thought of Xiaokong and others by his side, and in this world is mixed with Conan's world, it is inevitable that after seeing the murder, he still reluctantly decides or saves Each other.
It's just that he will never let Xiao Chi and others contact him again.
Of course, in addition to this consideration.
Or because the old curator Ochiai, in Zhang Xiang's mind, in a sense, is really a good person, not worthy of death.
And Zhang Xiang happened to be in a good mood after molesting the police officer Sato, and he wanted to molest Conan, the proud protagonist, and made him make a mistake in reasoning.
Or, even after the reasoning is correct, but there is not enough evidence, the mischievous psychology of the distress scene.
Therefore, Zhang Xiang made such a choice.
At this moment, the police officer in sight began to speak.
"Mr. Kubota, please go back to the police station with me," Officer Mumu said to Kubota.
However, at this moment, the person who spoiled the situation-Conan appeared.
However, the other party did not see a prank smile at the corner of Zhang Xiang's mouth.
"Oh, oh, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, may I ask where the toilet is?" Conan jumped up, with a clumsy acting skill, starring in a'drama' next to him.
Looking at Conan's appearance, the old curator Ochiai, who was standing in front of Conan, quickly answered without any doubt.
There is a caring look on his face.
It's just that Conan, who only cared about solving the case, didn't care about it at all.
"There are stairs on this floor. Go downstairs and turn right and walk until you reach the end. But, are you okay, don't you need to go to the hospital for a look? The hospital is far away next to here." The old curator Ochiai said on his face. Said with concern.
"No, no, it's just a stomachache, just go to the toilet. But, I can't remember, can you draw it for me?" Conan said with Meng.
And listening to Conan's words, Curator Luohe quickly took out the ballpoint pen from his pocket.
However, when he was about to draw on paper, he suddenly froze and his hands kept shaking.
At this moment, Zhang Xiang's mouth showed a slight smile.
"Why don't you write? Because you knew it couldn't write anymore before you started writing. But it's so strange, why did you bring a ballpoint pen that you knew you couldn't write on? It looks exactly like the real one?" Conan raised his head, and I saw you through. Asked with a calm face.
After listening to Conan's words, everyone looked at him and the old curator Ochiai in confusion.
At this moment, Conan's next sentence set off a wave of sky.
"You are the real murderer," Ke Nan stared at Director Luohe and said confidently.
Everyone was taken aback.
"impossible……"
"Isn't the murderer Mr. Kubota?"
"Yes, how could the murderer be such a good old curator of Ochiai..."
After everyone was surprised for a while, they all began to whisper with some doubts.
At this moment, Conan held up the note.
"Look at the real note, what's on these two words." Conan's mouth showed a confident smile.
After listening to Conan's words, everyone leaned in and took a look.
"How come there are scratches? Hmm, wait, could it be..." Mouri Kogoro looked at, his face changed.
At this moment, Conan, who was full of confidence, interrupted again.
"This note was originally written. That's why Mr. Manaka's expression of astonishment after seeing the note appears on the screen. He wants to use a pen to mark it out and write the name of the real murderer, but the pen cannot be used. Yes, so he lost it. The murderer knew that the video was recorded, and he used the silent picture to guide us to the trap set by him." Conan pointed his hand in the direction of the sweaty old curator Ochiai.
"But the pen we found works, and it matches the handwriting on the note." Sheriff Megumi looked at Conan in confusion.
"It was indeed written by that pen." Conan's mouth curled up slightly. "But, it has changed with the pen used in real. Mr. Sheriff, do you remember the situation when you found that pen? Did the pen tip screw in? What? A person who is about to die, in such a critical moment, would he care to screw the pen tip in and throw it out?"
After listening to Conan's words, the on-eye police officer also immediately understood.
"So, the person who owns the pen that can't write is the real murderer." Kogoro Mouri concluded.
But, will the result develop as Conan expected?