Detective Conan: The Grey Winged Angel

　　 Sunday, March 7, at around ten o'clock in the morning, in Naha City.

　　 Irabe police officer told me about the incident. At about 9:35 in the morning, a passerby saw a man in a raincoat running out of the bushes on the side of the road and fell to the ground.

　　 They stepped forward to help, only to find that the man was a Snob. Although he was washed away by the rain, he could still see that there were blood stains on his chest and abdomen.

　　 After the ambulance came, the doctor confirmed that Nosnozou had been stabbed several times between the chest and abdomen, severely wounded and lost blood, and died, so he handed the body of Nosozou to the police.

　　 According to the time of Noh Snob's death, the time of the murderer's crime was around 9:30 in the morning.

　　 The murderer’s murder weapon was left at the scene. The murder weapon was a short knife and the blood suit was a raincoat.

　　 Irabe police officer said: "At present, no witnesses have been found, that's it."

　　 Maori asked, "In that case, there is no clue?"

　　 "It must be an acquaintance," Conan said.

　　 "Don't interrupt." Maori said grimly.

　　 "Let him talk about it." Tokashiki Police Department smiled, "We must listen to different opinions."

　　 Conan said: "Mr. Nohshi is so burly, if the prisoner forces him to the bushes, he will definitely resist."

　　 "Idiot, maybe the prisoner is holding a pistol," Maori said, "No matter how strong he is, he can only be obedient."

　　 "Pistol?" Tokashiki Police Department asked, "Why do you say that, Mr. Mori?"

　　 "I guess that the murderers of Mr. Nose are members of violent organizations in all likelihood," said Maori, "the reason is for underground gambling."

　　 Tokashiki Police Department agreed: "It makes sense."

　　 "That," said Masaharu Motoyama, "Speaking of which, Noshi said he had received threatening letters, saying that he wanted him to lose the ball on purpose, otherwise he would be rude to him."

　　 "Is there such a thing?" Maori automatically checked, "Are you looking for me, in fact, to intimidate the letter? Why didn't I hear about it yesterday?"

　　 "No, no, you misunderstood the Maori detective. We didn't find you to threaten the letter." Masaharu Motoyama said, "Because you can't control it."

　　 "What?" Maori was a little angry.

"Don’t be angry, Maori detective, I didn’t mean to belittle you, because no one knows if they will actually do it or when they will do it. Even if the Maori detective is willing to provide free services, you do not Maybe you have been following the power 24 hours a day, right?" Masaharu Motoyama said, "Speaking of which, even the police can't do anything about this."

　　 "That's true." Maori sighed.

　　 Tokashiki Police Department asked: "Mr. Motoyama, when did you mention the threatening letter?"

　　 "It's a year later, the letter should have been thrown out early." Masaharu Motoyama said, "This is not the first time, so Noh Shi did not take it to heart. I didn't expect something really happened this time."

　　 Tokashiki Police Department said: "Thank you for your testimony, I will let someone investigate the house of Mr. Nose."...

　　On the way back to the hotel.

　　 Conan told Yamazaki about the incident, "What do you think?"

　　 Yamazaki smiled and said: "With the uncle's unlucky reputation, there is a commission and an incident, there is probably only one possibility for the person calling the uncle."

　　 Conan said: "Alibaba."

　　 "Yes." Yamazaki said, "just check the airline's records."

　　 Conan said: "There is also a car rental record. The distance is not short, he can't run."

　　 "The problem is evidence." Yamazaki said, "Even if we find out what we are talking about, it can only prove that he has arrived long ago and has time to kill, but it cannot prove that he is the murderer."

　　 "I watched the scene carefully," Conan said, "It's a grass field."

　　 Yamazaki asked, "Oh, are there footprints?"

　　 "I didn't see it." Conan smiled, "But, it can be said that it does."

　　 "You want to defraud him?" Yamazaki asked.

　　 "Yeah, what do you think?" Conan asked.

　　 "I don't think the shoes he has on his feet now are the shoes he wore when he committed the crime." Yamazaki said, "He can't change shoes here."

"I don't think he will not prepare another pair of shoes." Conan said, "The shoes are difficult to destroy. He has no time, so he must have thrown the shoes where he committed the crime. As long as we can let him I believe that only if the shoes are destroyed, the police will have no evidence. If he is worried, he will definitely take us to find the shoes."

　　 "You can try," Yamazaki said, "then bet that someone saw him when he threw the shoe, or the shoe can prove that the shoe is his evidence."

　　 "No," Conan smiled. "If you can find shoes, you must be the murderer."

　　 "Forget it," Yamazaki said grimly, "If he can't prove that the shoes are his, then he has to insist that it was an accident and the police can't help it."

　　 "Let's talk about this." Conan said, "Anyway, find the shoes first. Nothing is useless without shoes."

　　 "That's true." Yamazaki smiled, "Then, I will tell the uncle at lunch, let the uncle try and see if I can lie to him."

　　 "Being a guilty conscience, it must be fine." Conan smiled. ...

　　 hotel, coffee shop.

　　 Mei Daizi, Yuanzi, and Lan were shocked when they heard that Noh Snob III was stabbed to death by the roadside.

　　 "How could this be?" Lan didn't believe it.

　　 "Fortunately, I already got the signature." Yuanzi said.

"From the unlucky luck of Uncle Maori, whoever finds Uncle Maori is the murderer." Mei Daizi said to Masaharu Motoyama, "Is the murderer you? If yes, you would surrender as soon as possible. Uncle Maori is very good. awesome."

　　 Mei Daizi's words made Ran and Yuanzi look at Masaharu Motoyama together.

　　 "I was not the murderer," said Masaharu Motoyama, "I was on a plane and it was impossible to commit a murder."

　　 "Who said that, maybe you came here first through other means." Yuanzi said, "Tell me about the flight you are on. Just check it and you will know if you are on it."

　　 "No trouble, Mr. Mori can testify," said Masaharu Motoyama.

　　 "Do you feel guilty when you say this?" Mei Daizi asked.

　　 Maori was also a little skeptical, "Mr. Motoyama, where's your ticket, just take it out and take a look."

　　 Masaharu Motoyama smiled wryly: "My travel expenses are fixed, and I don't need to be reimbursed with the stub of the ticket, so I threw the ticket in the trash when I came out."

　　 Yamazaki took the flight schedule from the hotel and pointed out a flight to Mei Daizi, "He should be on this ANA flight."

　　 Mei Daiko went next to call Fujii Takako, Fujii Takako used Speed ​​Air to find a list of boarding personnel with exactly the same name, and confirmed to ANA whether there was a person named Masaharu Motoyama in the list of boarding personnel. The result was no.

　　 When Mei Daizi came back to tell everyone the results of the investigation, Masaharu Motoyama's face became unwell.

　　 Mori asked, "Mr. Benshan, please tell me what is going on?"

"Needless to say, I know." Yuanzi smiled, "He must have been in Okinawa long ago, and then went to kill Mr. Nose, and then slipped to Naha Airport to see the uncle, pretending to have just got off the plane, let the uncle You helped make an alibi."

　　 "Mr. Motoyama, please explain, why is this?" Maori asked.

　　 "I..." Masaharu Motoyama hesitated

　　 Maori asked: "Mr. Motoyama!"

　　 Masaharu Motoyama smiled wryly, "Unexpectedly, this technique of mine can't even hide from a little girl."

　　 "Really you?" Maori was overjoyed and resolved a well-known incident.

　　 "Wrong, I am not a little girl." Yuanzi smiled triumphantly, "I am a female high school detective."

　　 "But, Mr. Motoyama, why is this?" Ran asked, "Why are you doing this? Are you not good friends with Mr. Nose?"

　　 "Good friend?" Masaharu Motoyama said painfully, "I regard Noh Shi as a good friend, but he has never regarded me as a good friend as a scumbag."

　　 "Scum?" Maori asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I used to be a baseball player, talented, and on the same level as energy in the team, but later I had to withdraw from professional football due to injury, but I didn't want to leave baseball, so I became a reporter." Masaharu Motoyama said in pain. "Do you know why I was injured? It's all because of energy."

　　 "Why?" Maori asked, "You have been together for many years?"

"Yeah, we have been together for a long time. It is so long that Noshi has forgotten how he treated me in the first place, so Noshi would inadvertently say such things in front of me," Masaharu Motoyama said bitterly. "'Destroy a young baseball player, just tell him he has shortcomings, and he will train over and over again, eventually hurting himself.'"

　　 Mei Daizi asked: "Isn't it, energy is so bad?"

　　 "I also blame myself, I was really ignorant at the time and didn't know how to guard against others," Masaharu Motoyama laughed at himself, "In fact, it has always been, so I was deceived by Noh for so many years."

　　 Maori said, "So you killed him."

"As long as I think that a person like him would actually break the national record, I can't bear it," Masaharu Motoyama said with a fist. "If it weren't for the power to hurt me back then, the person who broke the national record and became famous in the world should be me. That's right."

　　 "No," Maori sighed, "No matter what, Mr. Benshan, you are not qualified to break the national record."

　　 "What did you say!" Masaharu Motoyama was a little angry.

"You were deceived. It's really pitiful, but the rescue pitcher is the team's last hope. You may lose miserably, and you will be scolded indiscriminately, but the next game must return to normal. Heart, stand on the pitcher’s pitch," Maori said, "A guy like you who can kill once you lose yourself is impossible to bear the fate of the entire team."

　　 "Good point, Dad." Lan supported.

"These are two different things." Masaharu Motoyama exclaimed, "You only think that killing is wrong, that energy has killed my dream long ago, so how does this count? I still suspect that it can play match-fixing and participate in gambling, like this kind of person Can the scum stand on the podium~www.NovelMTL.com~ to be admired by thousands?"

　　 "This..." Maori had nothing to say.

　　 "You have nothing to say, right?" said Masaharu Motoyama. "It is a great shame that baseball organizations really want to award trophies to people like Nose. They should thank me and thank me for stopping him."

　　 "Anyway, it's wrong for you to kill." Maori said, "If Noshi's behavior is really like what you said, you can completely publicize his affairs..."

"Who am I propagating to? I have no evidence at all. As long as I say it, he can easily sue me for a slander." Masaharu Motoyama said, "Mr. Mori, as a detective, I understand that you are wrong about murder. Concept, but the matter between me and Neng Shi, from the perspective of Buddhism, this is the fruit that Neng Shi planted in the past. If he did not kill me back then, I will not kill him today, but will make peace. He stood on the podium together."

　　 "It makes sense," Mei Daizi said, "To be fair, the two of them killed each other once."

　　 "What's fair," said Sonoko, "one is alive and the other is dead."

　　 "I died a long time ago," Masaharu Motoyama said sadly, "I died the moment I quit professional football."

　　 "Well, I have nothing to say." Maori said, "Let's go to the police station."

　　 "Let me have a full meal first." Masaharu Motoyama said.

　　 Yuanzi asked: "Uh, you will not plan to commit suicide later, do you?"

　　 Mei Daizi said to Lan: "Satisfied ghost."

　　 "Don't joke around." Lan said dissatisfied.

　　 "Don't worry, I didn't want to commit suicide, at least not now." Masaharu Motoyama smiled at Maori, "Will you save me? Then go to jail with me."

　　Maori sweats profusely, "Don't, stop joking."...