"Amanda once visited Hiroji Haneda's room, and it seemed that it was true. The door handles, sofas, tea cups, plates, forks and other items in his room seemed to have Amanda's fingerprints."

Conan continued to browse the information he found online.

Ai Haibara guessed: "Would it be that I ordered black tea and cakes through room service and shared afternoon tea together? But when the room was messed up, the tableware items seemed to be broken."

"Yes, the whole room seemed to be scattered with pieces of cups and plates with the name of Juke, and the broken tableware seemed to be mixed with glass. Is it a mirror?" Conan leaned closer and looked at the photos on the web page, "What other words are written on it, pton."

"The word above is probably put     on       mascara. "At that time, a cosmetics manufacturer happened to launch a promotion to buy mascara and give away body mirrors. It is said to be very popular. The word "is printed on the mirror because my sister also has that body mirror, which is a relic left by my mother."

Conan was puzzled, "But why did that portable mirror be in Hiroji Haneda's room?"

Dr. Agasa said: "And I heard that the capitalist who was killed was an old woman over 80 years old."

"Maybe that was also obtained by Hiroshi Haneda from his mother or others. As a chess player, he should also pay attention to his appearance." Haibara Ai said, "In comparison, what I care more about is this room that has been messed up and left unchecked. If it were the organization's actions, it would never be like this. It was their style to leave as if nothing had happened. In fact, the room of the murdered asset family seemed to be like this."

Conan nodded, "It's true that the above said that even the water from the faucet of the washbasin kept flowing."

"But then again, you can still find such detailed information." Dr. Agasa was quite surprised.

"It seems that someone will update it regularly on the Internet, and they don't care at all and will be deleted." Conan's eyes sank, "It's like saying, "Who will solve this mystery for me."

"But how did you know that he had resisted?" asked Dr. Agasa.

"When Koji Haneda's arm seemed to be hit and kicked by the opponent, his right hand was clearly left with traces due to the defensive trauma left by the defense." Conan said: "That was the trace left by holding the small scissors attached to the room tightly in his hand."

"Hold the scissors tightly in your hand?" Dr. Agasa suddenly screamed.

"Is there anything wrong with scissors?" Conan puzzled.

"No, there was a murder case in Ohoe Town this morning. I heard that the victim was holding the scissors I invented and died in this state." Dr. Agasa said embarrassedly: "So Officer Meguchi please let me go to the murder scene after noon and explain to the police for the scissors."

Haibara Ai curled his lips, "It's the boring scissors that will make a click when the handle of the scissors is closed, right?"

"That's still sold?" Conan also said in the same tone.

"Everyone said that the voice was pleasant." Dr. Agasa wanted to prove himself.

At this time, a voice came from behind several people.

"Well, if it's convenient, can I follow you to see the murder scene this time?"

Subaru Okayama held the pot with a smile on his face.

Dr. Agasa said in time: "Why?"

Subaru Oshiya lifted the pot, "I seem to have cooked a little too much potato stew, so I will share it with you."

"I'm not talking about this, why do I want to go to the scene?" Dr. Agasa said awkwardly.

Subaru Okayama lowered his eyes, "There is something that I care a lot about in that murder."

"Then let's go to that scene to see it." Conan said immediately.

"Okay." Haibara responded.

"It doesn't matter if you don't come." Subaru Okiya immediately said.

He passed by Ai Haibara, and she raised her head and followed him with her eyes.

"It should be fine if you are alone, right?" asked Subaru Okayama.

"Okay." Haibara Ai glanced at the pot on the table, "So you want me to stay alone and eat your bad dish?"

"Is it so unpalatable?" Subaru Okayama asked suspiciously.

Haibara Ai gave him a positive look, "You once took a cream stew to share with us, but the vegetables inside were not cooked at all. It felt like you heard the conversation here with a wiretap device, and in order to get in touch with the case, you hurriedly brought half of the dishes over."

"How is this possible?" Subaru Okayama said with a smile: "I just don't have good cooking skills and are not very good at cooking."

After saying that, he leaned over and handed the gloves over, "Since that's the case, if you can help re-cook before we come back, I'll thank you very much. I think the ingredients and seasonings I put in should be correct."

Looking at the backs of the few people leaving, Haibara Ai rolled his eyes.

After leaving the door, Okaya Subaru immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"I'll leave her personal safety to you, Cameron."

Next door, by the window of Kudo's house, Cameron looked at him from afar and responded seriously.

...

"Can you actually search online?"

Amuro stood on the back of the chair and leaned over to look at the computer screen in front of him, looking surprised.

Chen Xing was a little unskilled to grab the mouse and slide down the web page bit by bit.

--The above is information about the case of Hiroji Haneda.

"After that being said, boss, why do you care so much about this case?" Amuro Toru looked at the side face of the person beside him.

Chen Xing turned his head too far, "You are too close."

"Oh." Amuro Tori moved to the side embarrassedly.

Chen Xing's lips moved, "The disinfectant smell on his body was a little heavy."

"That's it, sorry, sorry." Amuro smiled.

"Yes." Chen Xing nodded.

"Hmm what?" Amuro Toru said curiously.

"No." Chen Xing's cold face.

Amuro Toru curled his lips and said, "But I remembered something when I saw the above saying that he was holding scissors in his hand."

"What?"

"A murder happened this morning," Amuro Toru recalled: "In Ohoho-cho, the deceased also held scissors like this."

Chen Xing looked over, "So you think, what is the relationship between these two cases?"

"I didn't say this, after all, it was 17 years apart." Toru Amuro waved his hand, "But he's bored anyway, so just go and have a look?"

"Are you idle?" Chen Xing looked at him.

Tomo Amuro suddenly choked, as if he hadn't heard of any waiter in the house being idle.

However, he smiled, "The boss said I'm free."

Chen Xing put the computer together, stood up, and "lead the way."

Toru Amuro immediately took off his apron and followed closely.

At the bar, Azusa Komoto was holding the apron that she threw in her hand and the two people walking out of the door, Wufeng was in a mess.
Chapter completed!