Chapter 1193 Rice Krispies Tradition—Old Unjust, False and Wrong Cases

"May I ask……"

Mao Lilan looked at the blond man who suddenly came over to play with the red T-shirt.

When she came to her senses and wanted to stop this stranger, Subaru Okiya from behind moved his wheelchair forward one meter and said in a low voice.

"Wait a minute and see what he is going to do first."

"Eh?"

Mao Lilan sounded a little confused. She didn't know how the two of them cooperated, but there was no reason to refuse.

In theory, as long as this person doesn't steal the red T-shirt here...

At this time, Qin Zhibo was squatting on the ground and had folded his clothes according to the creases on them.

When he was standing in the middle of the crowd and observing just now, with his excellent eyesight, he discovered that these red T-shirts were not brand new.

All T-shirts have creases at different angles between the shoulders and sleeves, which are marks that appear when clothes are stacked for a long time.

But just now Mouri Kogoro said that these clothes were mailed out on the same day they were purchased at the mall. They are brand new shirts that have not been used.

Therefore, Qin Zhibo guessed that the prisoners made these creases intentionally, as if to convey some message.

It's just that he was standing in the middle of the crowd and couldn't clearly see the specific angle of each crease, and it was difficult to give a warning.

But now Kogoro Mori, Toru Amuro, and Conan were all looking for the counter selling these red T-shirts, which gave him the opportunity to verify his conjecture.

As 13 red T-shirts were folded on the ground, the originally ordinary clothes were displayed in various strange gestures.

Qin Zhibo squinted his eyes slightly, feeling that these gestures should be regular, and he seemed to have seen these gestures somewhere.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind, and he remembered where he saw it.

They are the flag soldiers often seen in anti-Japanese dramas!

These red T-shirts were posed in a simplified, albeit somewhat abstract, version of the semaphore gesture.

It's a pity that Qin Zhibo doesn't understand Japanese flag language.

How to do it?

Qin Zhibo frowned and thought for a moment, then remembered that his [Secret Word Investigation] should be able to crack the code.

However, there are currently no survey points on these T-shirts.

Could it be that the T-shirts are not placed in the correct order?

Qin Zhibo picked up the shopping receipts on the ground that matched the shirts one-to-one, and immediately discovered the mystery.

Sometimes these shirts are sent in one piece, sometimes in two pieces, probably because some sign languages ​​require the combination of two gestures.

Qin Zhibo rearranged the items according to the time order and batch relationship on the shopping receipt, and the heart-warming white light spot appeared as expected.

【Secret Word Survey√】

[The content of the flag is ウメタノミタヨ]

ウメタノミタヨ……

I see you buried it.

Qin Zhibo rubbed his fingers with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Bury what?

It's probably that something bad was buried. Considering the geographical location, it's probably a corpse...

Then this sentence is obviously threatening the recipient.

No wonder the recipient chose to use the extreme method of threatening a bomb to find out the sender of the letter. This shows that this bomber does have something to hold on to.

But it is estimated that the sender does not have conclusive evidence, otherwise he would not just send T-shirts without directly stating his requirements or calling the police.

However, it is somewhat paradoxical that since the bomber did something shameful, he must not dare to entrust a famous detective.

Otherwise, even if the sender of these red T-shirts is found, the bad things he has done will be exposed.

In other words, the person who entrusted Moori Kogoro was probably not a bomber...

Qin Zhibo's eyes swept over these T-shirts and shopping receipts again. Something unusual about the last receipt attracted his attention.

This small ticket...

He bent down and picked up the small ticket with his white gloves and looked at it carefully.

Just for a moment, the corner of his mouth smiled slightly.

I see.

I understand!

Qin Zhibo put the shopping receipt back where it belonged, put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.

When passing by Mao Lilan, he spoke to Mao Lilan with a slightly accented Japanese accent.

"When the detectives come back, tell them to pay attention to the snow mountain accident that happened on December 28th..."

"Also, the bomber is the 'lucky citizen' who was selected as a human bomb."

Mao Lilan was stunned by these incomprehensible words.

"Eh? What did you say?"

She wanted to ask further, but the blond man's figure flickered and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Okiya Subaru, who was sitting in the wheelchair, tilted his head slightly and slowly opened his squinted eyes.

…

On the other side, there is a sports goods counter.

Amid the anticipation of many onlookers, Mouri Kogoro asked the clerk selling this red T-shirt for clues.

"This red T-shirt is only sold here, and you are the only salesperson at this counter on Sundays, right?"

"Yes..." the clerk replied cowardly in a low voice.

"Then how could you not remember that guest? Most people will have some impression of it!"

"He is a customer who comes to buy the same things every week!"

Under Moori Kogoro's questioning, the clerk dodges his eyes and can only keep emphasizing that he really doesn't remember.

Toru Amuro stood by the clothes rack with his hands in his pockets and asked with a smile: "Then at 12:28 today, has anyone bought this T-shirt?"

The clerk shook his head innocently, "No, not even a single T-shirt was sold today. The cashier, Ms. Seta, can testify to this..."

"Does this store have a separate cashier?"

"Yes, Seta is right over there..."

Toru Amuro and Conan looked in the direction of the clerk's finger and saw a slightly open door in the innermost compartment of the store. Behind the door stood a woman with freckles on her face.

When she heard the person here mentioning her name, Miss Seta lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly at the detectives.

Upon seeing this, Toru Amuro and Conan understood instantly, with a confident smile on their lips.

That’s it…×2

The sender has been found, and the next step is to figure out the relationship between the bomber and the sender.

"Okay, since there are no clues here, let's go back."

Toru Amuro put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the store first.

Mouri Kogoro, who was stuck in place, was still a little hesitant, but Conan quickly grabbed Mouri Kogoro's hand and said coquettishly: "Let's go back to Xiaolan as soon as possible! Maybe we will find something new..."

…

Two detectives and a child led a large group of people walking towards the elevator entrance.

Seeing that Mouri Kogoro still seemed to have no clue, the passers-by behind him gradually became impatient.

"Isn't it a famous detective? Why hasn't it been solved for so long?"

"How long will it take?"

"I think it's all a waste of fame..."

The gossips of the crowd inevitably reached Mouri Kogoro's ears.

This made Mouri Kogoro feel unhappy and a little aggrieved.

If my "other personality" doesn't appear, what can I do?

At this time, the ordinary citizen uncle with a bomb strapped to his body followed him from the crowd, and the passers-by moved aside for him as if they saw filth.

The uncle walked up to Mouri Kogoro and asked nervously: "Excuse me, Mr. Detective, have you found any clues?"

Mouri Kogoro was originally in a bad mood after being ridiculed by passers-by, but now that Uncle Bomb came up to him unseen, he became even more irritable.

"Hello!"
To be continued...