Rekatis returned to the banquet hall and stood in the banquet hall as if nothing had happened, talking to the people beside him.

It looks no different from usual, but if you are familiar with him, you can find that his mental state is not good, which is far from his heyday.

"Can you help me to the bathroom? I feel some injuries on my leg are attacking."

Not long after talking, Recatis said to Ricabare beside him.

"It just so happens that I'm going there too," said McNold.

Ricabare frowned and felt it quietly, then smiled awkwardly: "It seems that I have a little bit of it, and I hiccup it's easier to go to the toilet after drinking it a little more."

So the two helped Recatis to the bathroom. In the bathroom, Recatis took out something from his pocket and threw it into the trash can while the other two were not paying attention.

Then they pretended that nothing had happened and were supported by the two of them and walked out of the bathroom.

"Is it okay?" Ricabare looked at Recatis beside him and asked with concern.

Rekatis shook his head: "It's okay, it's just that his injury relapsed."

While talking, I deliberately touched my right leg and took a breath.

But it didn't last long, he stood up and returned to the banquet hall with the help of the two.

After returning to the banquet hall, Rekatis said to Otaki Police Department: "Official, can the three of us go back? Both of them said they want to go back to the hotel."

Otaki Police Department was a little embarrassed and smiled bitterly: "Sorry, we have regulations here, please wait for a while."

"It's okay, Uncle Otaki, anyway, the three of them did not measure the smoke reaction, so the celebrities can't escape."

Heiji, who suddenly appeared, spoke from the side.

"But..."

"But before that, I want to ask Lei, you to do me a little favor." Heiji looked up at Rekatis.

Rekatis frowned slightly: "Me?"

"Yes, I want to invite you to the room you have been there just now. There is someone who really wants to see you. That kid is your hardcore fan." Heiji looked at Recatis and said seriously.

Rekatis hesitated and nodded: "Okay."

When he walked to the door of the room, Rekatis was also a little shocked by the way he looked. It was nothing else, but this was the method he had originally planned, and it was exactly the same.

When he was shocked, Conan, who was leaning against the back of the stairs, said: "It is very simple to complete this method. First, just press the door of the guest room and lock it completely open."

"Put off the bathroom vent and take out the mop so that the ventilator can be placed in a position where the room is illuminated at any time."

"Then jamm the mop between the vent and the switch, so that's done, just kick the prepared football from the top down from this staircase."

Conan kicked the football at his feet with a very small force. The football bounced back many times, slowly kicking down the mop stuck between the air windows.

The light also lit up. Looking at this scene, Recatis was scared for a moment. Fortunately, he did not take action, otherwise he would not have thought that someone present would guess his technique through this clue.

But there is still a question that comes at any time.

Who put these things?

But now there is not enough time for him to think about these things.

He turned around and looked at Conan who walked out from behind the stairs. He also wanted to see who was the person who inferred the correct answer from this information.

"As long as I have been trained two or three times, even a kid can do it. For you, who was praised as the God of Freeball in the football world when you played center, you can do it even with your eyes blindfolded."

Conan's expression is very complicated. On the one hand, he thinks his reasoning is absolutely correct, and on the other hand, he doesn't want his reasoning to be correct.

At this moment, he was eager to give Lekatis a definite proof to overturn his reasoning, but that possibility was too small, and he sighed in his heart.

"Even if it's me, do you have any evidence?" Recatis looked at Conan and said with a smile. "Little boy, you have to pay attention to evidence when speaking."

"When shooting, the smoke will only spray on the top and trousers. You just need to take off your top while you are in action, put on your jacket before reaching out of the window, and then go back to the room to change a set of clothes, and you will basically not be able to find out."

Conan's face was full of disappointment, "You used this ball needle to release the ball's air and hide the ball in your shirt."

"This is what I found in the trash can after you went to the bathroom. As for the football, it has been found by the staff under the signature table."

Conan's words made Recatis feel more and more wrong. He only put one ball needle, and he had never touched anything else.

Recalcitis also had a very bad guess in his heart when he recalled Guangyou's words.

He was not stupid. From the words of Conan and Mitsuyu, he came to the conclusion that someone deliberately framed him, but he had no idea about the person who framed him.

"But why would you say I put it?" Recatis looked up at Conan and asked in confusion, "I shouldn't find my fingerprints above."

"Actually, the reporter has already stated that the posture of his right finger is a move that he will only eat sushi. As for the belt on his left hand, it refers to band."

"In the sushi restaurant, staff are used to using secret codes to communicate. Among the dishes in the store, this refers to the dish No. 8, and this is the message left by Ed before his death."

Conan's words made Rekatis even more affirmed his thoughts. In his opinion, you can even struggle to make moves. Will you die if you write a 8 directly on the ground?

Oh, no, he will really die.

But writing eight won't cause much trouble for him.

At this time, Recatis' attention was no longer on Conan's reasoning. Instead, he recalled whether there was a sinner in that year, which caused this revenge.

What shocked him even more was that he could not tell anyone about this plan, but someone still knew all the plans and implemented them.

A figure flashed through my mind, but everyone was passed by him.

He is quite familiar with Ricabare and often comes out to drink some wine. He looks very fierce but is still easier to get along with.

In addition, McNord had drunk alcohol together, but he didn't have a close relationship with him because he felt that McNord was a little scheming.

He never sinned against McNord, otherwise McNord would have opened a hotel with him.

After thinking about it, he has never offended anyone so much in his previous career.

There must be some minor frictions, but it will never be so serious that he will be falsely accused of him and sent him to jail.

"It's ironic. I originally wanted to prove your innocence, but the more I investigated, the more I was sure that you were the murderer." Conan squatted down and picked up the basketball.

"But no one is a proof, kid." Recatis said with a smile.

Conan held the football and said, "Where are your shoes? Generally speaking, the smoke from the automatic pistol will be sprayed out together when the shell pops out, while the revolver disperses radially in the gun body. According to my reasoning, the reaction of the smoke should still be measured on your upper."

"You go and surrender quickly, count...I beg you."

Suddenly, Rekatis smiled: "Sorry, I just finished polishing my shoes."
Chapter completed!