"It's really strange that no one had the aunt's blood on his cuffs, and why did the thief throw his bag in the bathroom of this store? If he was a habitual thief, he would usually take away all the money in his wallet and throw his wallet into the trash can to avoid being found. Why did the thief throw it at the Iruha Sushi Restaurant, or would any store be fine?"

Conan supported his chin with both hands and looked at the people in the store with a calm look.

"It was the first time that the young man in the sweatshirt came to this sushi restaurant. He went to the bathroom shortly after ordering. The uncle who sat next door seemed to have been to this restaurant before and knew that there were grilled fish sold in the season. The woman looked like a regular customer of this sushi restaurant."

Just as Conan was in deep thought, Sasawa Suzuki spoke, "Hey, clerk, there is something I have thought it's strange since just now."

"What's strange about it?" Kanashino Fukida asked in confusion.

Sasawa Suzuki took a deep breath and pointed suddenly, "Why have these two people never shown me the cuff on the right? They are also suspects?"

What she pointed at was Kogoro Mori, who was sweating coldly on his forehead, and the Qingyu who seemed innocent because of his excessive calm expression.

Sasawa Suzuki said: "If this young man doesn't look like a thief, what's the reason for this vulgar uncle?"

Chen Xing subconsciously touched his face, and it felt really good to be praised by others.

However, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'm not wearing a shirt."

Saint Zelin means that the mood has slowed down.

Kogoro Mouri's face turned dark.

Kaori Yoshida put the tray he was holding onto the table, and all the vinegar and pickled ginger slices jumped up.

"Hey, what are you talking nonsense?" He had a loud voice, as if the person who was wronged was himself. "You are actually suspicious of him? How could the famous detective Kogoro Mouri do such a stealing act!"

Sasawa Suzuki wiped the saliva that had sprayed on his face in a daze.

"Mr. Kogoro, don't listen to him. Let me take a look at the evidence of your innocence!" Kanatoshiki grabbed the detective's wrist and rolled up his cuffs directly.

Then, eye-catching stains appeared in front of everyone.

"There is a stain on the cuff?" Jesunoko Kobaya rubbed her eyes. Is this a coincidence?

"No, this is because I accidentally sprinkled soy sauce on my sleeve just now." Kogoro Mori hurriedly said, "Come on, come on, look, this is not the color of blood, it is the color of soy sauce. And you smell it carefully, this is the smell of soy sauce, right? What I said is true, you have to believe me!"

Seeing the detective defending with a anxious look, Conan and Ran Mori picked up their arms.

"It's obviously telling the truth, but it sounds like an excuse."

"That's because he feels guilty."

The two looked at each other tacitly and sighed quietly.

Chen Xing pondered for a moment and joined the ranks of sighs.

This made Kogoro Mouri, who was planning to let him prove himself, was very injured.

...

"Really, who is the one who confesses to me quickly!"

Sasawa Ryudae held up his clutch and angrily put his hips on his hips, "Which one of you stole my clutch from the tram, stand up for me!"

No one can remain calm if he is stolen a huge sum of money.

"If I say so, I didn't take the tram at all. I came here." said the man from the sweatshirt, Harashima.

"I came by the bus." Zong Jinweizhong, a bald middle-aged man, also said: "I don't like trams full of people."

"I came here by taxi." said professional Nao Ashino, "It's very cheap to take a taxi from our company."

Sainzawa Sudai sighed, "There's nothing I can do. I blame me for being proud of knowing that the lottery won the lottery in the tram. I originally thought that if the thief honestly confessed, he would let him go. Now it seems that I can only choose to call the police. After the police intervene, you guys should clear your suspicion."

Intervene and clear? Conan's eyes suddenly moved.

"Anyway, just wait for the police to check your belongings to find out the truth." Sasawa Suzuki said: "After all, there are only two possibilities. The thief is either carrying a prize of 1 million yuan or hiding the winning horse racing lottery."

Kogoro Mouri swallowed in his throat, and he was almost a little bit unsolved.

The three people who were suspected also had different expressions.

"No, I don't think there is any need to call the police." Kanashino Fukuda smiled confidently, "After all, the thief is now like a fish on a chopping board, so I can only name it and confess the crime."

"What do you mean just now?" Suzuki Sasawa said in surprise: "Do you already know who the thief is?"

"Yes." Kazuna Fukida nodded, "The person who stole your bag from the tram an hour ago and pretended to be innocent and came to our store to eat sushi, and hid his bag in the bathroom, is among you guys."

Sasawa Suzuki asked, "Then you understand that now, right?"

"What, what that?" Kenya Yododa was stunned.

"It's just that there's no blood on their right cuffs? What the hell do you think is going on?"

"So it's this. I already know that the thief came to the sushi restaurant in order to eliminate the blood." Yoshida Kenya paused and suddenly said, "But I think Mr. Kogoro should have discovered this a long time ago?"

"Eh?" Kogoro Mori was confused when he was thinking about whether he was going to escape.

"Let's leave the puzzle to professionals." Kazuna Fukida smiled generously, "Come on, show them your wonderful reasoning just like you usually do!"

"Actually, I haven't figured out what's going on." Kogoro Mouri was speechless, thinking that this guy was really weird.

"What, the sleeping Kogoro is just like this." Kenya Fukida shook his head disappointed, "Actually, as a chef, you can learn a lot about cooking..."

"Little girl!" He suddenly looked at Ran Maori and asked: "Do you know why ginger is added to the fried pork ginger?"

"This..." Ran Maori looked puzzled, but then he thought that there was still someone on the other side who had a deep understanding of cooking, so he immediately looked over with his help.

Chen Xing received her encouragement hints and focused on the key points. After all, she is not just a master of theory, but also has a lot of practice.

Kenno Fukida looked at the two of them with interest, and looked at someone with some expectation. Cognac still knows how to cook?

"Maybe it's because it's 'fried pork ginger'." Chen Xing looked serious.

Weida Kenya didn't react for a while, but after a moment, the expression of expectation froze on his face.

"So it is because the word 'ginger' is added to the name of this dish?" He couldn't help but say.

"Yeah." Chen Xing was sure.
Chapter completed!