While handing over the breadcrumbs, Conan stared at Xingshi, preparing to deal with the moves, but Xingshi had already made the moves, so naturally there was no action.

When he saw the bread crumbs, Ichiro Hashimoto's eyes turned gray. He knew how the bread crumbs came from, but when he thought of the flower he placed here and used to blame Take Hashimoto's fault, his eyes lit up again.

As expected, Akagi's reaction was the same as when facing the bread crumbs that Yurigen took from Conan, and he didn't even look at it.

Obviously, in his opinion, the bread crumbs that were put in Conan's pocket could not be regarded as evidence, so naturally there was no need to check them.

However, the same attitude towards dead objects, but different attitude towards people.

After being on the boat for so long, they have almost understood the habits of the deceased. They know that the deceased will never eat bread, and even if they even get furious when they see it.

In other words, unlike the flowers specially placed by the murderer here, breadcrumbs are evidence that can prove the murderer's identity. They were destroyed like this, so his mood naturally won't be better.

After giving Kurosaki a look, he looked at Conan again, but when he saw his cute appearance, he still couldn't vent his emotions after a long time of cultivation, so he had to turn his eyes to Uncle Maori again.

His appearance as a wretched uncle, naturally he could not enjoy Conan's treatment.

"This little devil lives in your house. Even if you can't bear to look down on him, have you never taught him not to touch things at the scene of the murder? You are still the former detective."

"I......"

Uncle Maori opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak. He was not really a fool. Although he might not have contacted the relationship between Conan and Shinichi yet, Conan's usual performance at the crime scene was also seen.

With Conan's so experienced performance on the spot, he still needs to teach such things. Uncle Maori even has sufficient reason to believe that Conan did this on purpose just because he knew this.

So he had no choice but to accept Akagi's ridicule and gave Conan a look of "you wait for me."

However, this is Akagi. How could his mouth stop saying that people are like this?

"Aren't you curious about what I just said, you are a little better than the current detective. What is it? That is, you can voluntarily resign and give up being a tax thief, and make a contribution to Neon's reduction of debt."

"You mean, when I was a detective, I was just a tax thief."

After refining the central idea in Akagi's dialect, Uncle Maori clenched his fists with his hands and asked with blue veins rising.

However, his angry look did not scare Akagi. Akagi just looked at the bread crumbs in Yurigen's hand and replied to the uncle's "Otherwise" look.

"asshole......"

Uncle Maori gritted his teeth, and the low curses sounded along with the creaking sound of teeth being wanted.

He was a good-looking person. He could no longer control his anger when he was so hurt. However, under the control of his remaining rationality, he glanced at the bread crumbs hidden by Conan, and knew that he was the fault of his fault.

This kind of behavior of doing something wrong and being told to take action is obviously even more embarrassing, so the anger that is about to burst out has to be borne by the person who makes him fall to the point of being preached.

【not good!】

When Akagi said that, Conan felt something was wrong. Now he was staring at Uncle Maori's red eyes, so he naturally knew what was waiting for him next.

"I... go to the toilet."

After giving up this sentence, Conan ran away and disappeared, but Uncle Maori obviously wouldn't let him go.

"Slow down, just slow down, stinky little guy."

The uncle chased after him with his teeth and claws, chasing Conan to the deck.

The two of them were like this, blew the sea breeze and the sound of the waves, running freely under the sunset red sunset.

For Conan, this is an experience he had never experienced when he was 7 years old, and for Uncle Maori, this is also something he had never experienced when he raised a 7-year-old child.

At this moment, the two of them had a life regret notebook full of things they had never done before, and they were all marked down.

Well...well, depending on the current mood of the two, I definitely have no regrets, but it is indeed something I have never done before.

On the other side, after Uncle Maori chased Conan and left, Kurosaki, who received Akagi's eyes, also brought back a good news, that is, he found new bread crumbs at the crime scene.

This is also expected by Akagi. After all, bread crumbs are the same as potato chip residue. You can always find them after you think you have cleaned them up.

What's more, after the body was discovered, it was protected... Well, in the scene where it was probably well protected, it was naturally impossible that the only one that was picked up by Conan.

Looking at the newly found bread crumbs, the corners of the mouth that Shimoto Ichiro, which was slightly raised due to secret joy, froze directly, and lightning and thunder in his mind for a moment.

When he came to his senses, he secretly glanced at Qi Ben Xia Jiang, and a war between heaven and man was in his heart.

It is better to be more masculine than to show that it is more masculine. Whenever this kind of thought prevails, an idea called luck will prevent him from making a sound.

In this way, until Kurosaki smelled something other than blood from the bread crumbs and told Akagi through Yamabuki that Ichiro Hamoto didn't say anything.

"charcoal?"

Akagi Xiangshan Chuan confirmed, and after Shan Chuan clicked affirmatively, Akagi closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened his eyes and asked everyone:

"Who among you painted charcoal?"

"For...why do you ask?"

Mariko Hamoto looked at her son and asked Akagi why she asked this with a ugly face.

It could be heard from her tone that she also thought of something, and asking this question was just a different reason for expectation than what she thought of.

But her expectations were shattered by her son before Akagi's answer could be answered.

"Ah, yes, it's me. I fell there that breadcrumbs, and I killed that old man too."

Hearing Akagi's problem, he felt no luck in his heart. He pulled his neck and shouted out, admitting his crime.

It would be impossible not to admit it. After all, as I said at the beginning, his crime was impulse, and the weapon had not been dealt with, and his fingerprints were still stained with it.

The murder weapon was found by the police just after he admitted it.

"Why, Ichiro, why do you do this?"

Even though his son admitted it personally, Mariko Hashimoto, the mother, still couldn't accept it. But facing her incredible expression, Ichiro Hashimoto was silent.

"Hey, what do you have to say when you return to the Metropolitan Police Department."

After looking through the painting of Ichiro Hashimoto who was brought over with the weapon, Akagi sighed and signaled Yurigen to take the person away, as if he had gradually understood the hearts of people.
Chapter completed!