"Mai, is it you?" the middle-aged Mediterranean murmured: "You are Mr. Maruoka's daughter..."

"Yes, Mr. Fukushi." Miss Seta, or Mai Maruoka, interrupted coldly: "I am the daughter of Maruoka Dasaku who was killed by you in the snow mountain 13 years ago. Don't call my name very familiar!"

Mediterranean Fuci hurriedly said, "No, he was because of the avalanche..."

"Yes, the avalanche that happened to happen helped you a lot, so the police did not investigate further, but just dealt with the incident in a disaster."

Mai Maruoka said angrily: "However, on the Sunday of December 28, 13 years ago, the morning when you made an appointment with my father to go climbing, my father wrote in his diary: As long as you stand on the top of the mountain and see the great scenery, you will definitely be able to reform yourself.

After his father died unexpectedly, it was revealed that he was suspected of corruption. In fact, you embezzled public funds yourself! I know everything about you letting your father, who is your boss, take the blame!"

"You, what are you talking about, Ma Yi?" Futian swallowed in his throat and said dryly.

Mai Maruoka stared at him with great hatred without any wavering, because no matter how the other party quibbled, she would not believe it.

Fukuda took a deep breath and said, "Okay, since you are satisfied now, you can let my son be free, right?"

"Son?" Maruoka Mai was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Fukuda reached out and took out a stacked letter from his arms and opened it, "You are the one who wrote this letter and told me to do this kind of action?"

Maruoka Mai frowned, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"What letter, please let me see it." said Ran Maori.

Yuanzi also leaned over and whispered: "Your son is in my hands. If you want him to go back, tie the bombs you sent together to your body, and take the remaining bombs to occupy the floor of the sports goods counter of Mihua Department Store, and then declare that if you can't find the sender, you will be detonated. As long as you can satisfy me, I will return my son to you."

As soon as she finished reading, Mai Maruoka said anxiously: "I don't know this letter at all."

"Stop kidding!" Fukuda shouted: "In fact, my son was really missing last week."

"What?" Ran Maori and Yuanko looked at each other.

"Please, please return my son to me quickly." Futian cried and begged.

"Chen Xing" sneered, "So that's what you really want, right?"

"Chen Xing?" Yuanzi looked at it subconsciously, but although she didn't understand why he said such a thing, there must be his reason.

Chen Xing did not mean to interfere with Conan, and still asked Conan to say nothing.

It was at this time that "Hiichi Akai," who was still in the crowd, was still in the crowd. He frowned when he looked at Chen Xing, as if he was suspicious.

Conan said: "Ms. Seta is indeed the one who sends red t-shirts every week, and you are in a favorable position of 'If it weren't for this letter, it wouldn't have caused this bomb riot'.

So you forged such a threatening letter in advance, trying to deepen the sender's crime and condemn it. But you didn't expect that Miss Seta actually held the key evidence that you killed her father and could definitely convict you."

Fukuda was shocked on the surface, "The key evidence?"

But he was sneering in his heart. The key evidence? Don’t be stupid, he could not leave that kind of thing at all.

Conan said: "The 13 pieces of underwear sent to you by Miss Seta are actually a flag sentence that can be interpreted according to the shape of the folded crease."

Ran Maori asked: "What you call a flag language is the language that waving the red and white flags in both hands and conveys the message?"

Chen Xing was also curious about this. He had heard of flag language before, but he didn't know anything at all.

Conan said with great certainty: "Yes, if you interpret it one by one according to the order in which the clothes are delivered, it means "I saw that it was you who buried it."

"Does it mean to see him bury the body?" Yuanzi stared at the bald middle-aged man.

The latter laughed, "Haha, you're really bluffing!"

"Bluff?" Conan smiled, quite frivolous.

Fukuda smiled and said, "Isn't it? The blizzard at that time made people unable to open their eyes. Except for me, even if someone is there..."

"It is impossible to see you burying the body. Are you right to say that?"

"Ah no, that..."

"Looking at Mr. Maruoka's diary, you will know that it is your first time climbing a mountain. A beginner of mountain climbing cannot brave the blizzard and stay away from the small wooden houses in the mountains to bury the body." Conan said calmly: "In that case, just dig near the small wooden house during that mountain climbing, you should find the body of Mr. Maruoka who was killed by you 13 years ago."

Hearing this, Futian opened his mouth and his face gradually became ugly.

"You thought no one saw it, so you took it lightly. In fact, there were witnesses." Conan said: "You are the murderer at the same time!"

When Futian heard this, he opened his mouth several times, and finally trembled and sat down on the ground in depressed manner.

Yuanzi rubbed her fingers against her cheeks, and still asked in a low voice: "Why?"

This time it was Chen Xing who said. He looked at Fukuda with a dead face and said calmly: "As he said, in the snowy snow mountain, there were only him and Mr. Maruoka, so if Mr. Maruoka's body could be dug out, the murderer would be him."

Not only the garden, but even the people watching around suddenly realized.

Conan then said, "By the way, Mr. Fukuda, is your son really missing now?"

"Yes, I thought I was running away from home like before. I was so stupid. I misappropriated the company's public funds in order to get my son to go to a famous elementary school. In the end, I killed my boss who blamed me, but my son ran away from home." Futian knelt on the ground and cried and confessed in tears.

Kogoro Maori sighed, "Koran, call the police and take Miss Seta and this person back for investigation."

"The bombs in the bag are just fake bombs that smoke." Chen Xing flipped through the paper bag.

Conan's eyelids shook. He was about to say, but the point was that this guy actually started to check it out. He was really brave.

Yuanzi blamed: "You are too messy, what if the bomb is real?"

Seeing this, Chen Xing explained: "No, isn't he covered with lipstick on his shoulder? If he had a real bomb on his body, how could he even take a crowded tram?"

"Ah, that's it." Yuanzi smiled embarrassedly, but immediately said angrily: "Then you didn't say it earlier, it would be worrying!"

Kogoro Maori looked at Mai Maruoka thoughtfully, "It seems that the person who called the commissioner is Miss Seta, you?"

"Yes, I'm the client who called through voice change." Maruoka Mai said embarrassedly: "Actually, I just used the meaning of the flag language my father taught me to see what expression the murderer would show after handing it to the famous detective Mr. Maori."

As she said that, she smiled relievedly, "I didn't expect to force him to tell the truth. It's really worthy of being famous. With just a few clues, I realized that it was related to the Snow Mountain accident on December 28, and asked that little brother to investigate."

"Oh?" Kogoro Mouri scratched his head in confusion.
Chapter completed!