Conan almost suffered a cerebral congestion due to Abe Yutaka's anger.

He knew that Abe Yutaka was trying to force a point, but there was nothing he could do.

Because what Yutaka Abe said is indeed correct, the photos can only be used as a basis for inference and cannot be used as direct and effective evidence.

As long as Yutaka Abe bites him to death and refuses to plead guilty, there is nothing he can do against this guy.

"Damn...how can this guy be so vigilant?"

"Is it because you are in the Metropolitan Police Department now?"

Conan had a calm face and helplessly thought about the next countermeasures in his heart.

But Abe Yutaka sneered in his heart:

Oh, you want me to admit that I killed someone?

Even talking to a child is absolutely impossible.

Perhaps, he would have been so complacent in the past.

But it's different now.

Because before he committed the crime, he knew that the Metropolitan Police Department hired a powerful manager Lin, and that there were not only famous detectives in the world who relied on intelligent reasoning to solve cases, but also criminal science and technology that could solve cases by looking for traces.

Therefore, Yutaka Abe evolved.

He knew that if he wanted to achieve the perfect crime, he not only had to come up with a murderous plot that was impossible to crack, but he also had to be careful not to leave any traces that could be traced.

If he couldn't even leave any traces, how could he do such a stupid thing that could be criticized by others?

"Kid, go back to sleep."

"It's getting late now... Well, it's almost 12 o'clock."

Yutaka Abe looked down at the mechanical watch on his right hand and said with a smile:

"Uncle, I also need to rest."

"When I leave the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow, I have to pack my luggage and prepare to go on a 'travel' abroad."

"You..." Conan's expression was extremely ugly:

Talk about traveling abroad...this bastard obviously wants to get away with the money!

What should I do? With the current evidence, how can I stop him?

"Want to go abroad? It's impossible!"

A cold and stern voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

That's Lin Xinyi.

He didn't know when he had appeared in the lounge, accompanied by Miss Mao Lilan, who looked equally serious.

"Through dissection, we have found juvenile fly maggots from the body of the deceased."

"Measuring the length of the fly maggots, we can prove that Mr. Negishi had been dead for at least 2 days before he was burned."

"In other words, your alibi is completely invalid!"

"Mr. Yutaka Abe, as the direct beneficiary of Mr. Negishi's 500 million insurance, you are now the biggest suspect of murder!"

Saying such extremely oppressive words, Lin Xinyi slowly walked into the lounge and came to Yutaka Abe.

Mao Lilan, on the other hand, cooperated with Lin Xinyi's explanation and threw a fresh autopsy report towards Abe Feng's suddenly pale and bleeding face in a domineering manner.

Because she was extremely disgusted with such scum who killed friends for profit, Mao Lilan accidentally used a little more force when throwing out the report.

The result is...

The thin stack of paper reports, blessed by Miss Mori's magical power, hit Yutaka Abe on the face, like a crisp slap in the face.

Yutaka Abe was photographed so that his cheeks turned red and he was in a state of embarrassment.

But at this time, he didn't bother to cover his face, and he didn't dare to shout about "police abusing good citizens."

Holding the report tightly and looking at it frantically for a while, the arrogant suspect finally lost his cool completely:

"how so..."

"They were all burned into charred corpses...can we also determine the time of death?!"

Abe Yutaka muttered to himself in disbelief, with fear on his face.

"How about it? What else do you have to say?"

Lin Xinyi sneered, adding fuel to the fire.

"me..."

Abe Yutaka gritted his teeth tightly, held it in for a long time, and then released a vicious and vicious look:

"What do I need to say?"

"This autopsy report just shows that my alibi is invalid."

"Do you have evidence that I am the murderer?"

"As a police officer, you can't just accuse a good person with empty words without evidence!"

He persisted in his insistence and provocation.

Lin Xinyi did not answer the question directly, but shook his head in a funny way and said mockingly:

"Mr. Abe Yutaka, you are really 'optimistic'."

"We know that your company failed and you owe 300 million yuan, and you are waiting for the 500 million insurance money to save your life."

"Even if we can't prove that you committed murder, you still have the biggest suspicion of murder-"

"Insurance companies will not be foolish enough to accept such a huge claim with obvious doubtful circumstances."

"This..." Abe Yutaka's expression froze.

Indeed... insurance companies are eager not to pay a dime. Even if there is no doubt about the case, they want to find some doubts to refuse compensation.

Now that he is suspected of murder and was invited to drink tea by the police, how could the insurance company honestly compensate him 500 million?

"If you don't get that 500 million, your company will be destroyed immediately."

"People who want debts will block your door every day, and the gangsters hired by creditors will sooner or later make your life worse than death."

"Even if you can get away with it, you will live as miserable as a gutter rat for the rest of your life!"

"Mr. Abe Yutaka, I advise you to admit it honestly... After all, for you, living in prison may be more stable than outside."

Lin Xinyi's words were so heart-wrenching that Abe Yutaka was frightened.

His face was pale, his whole body was trembling, and his whole body fell into despair and deathly silence.

But even so, after a long silent struggle, Abe Yutaka bit his lip and said with a crazy expression:

"So what! If you didn't kill anyone, you didn't kill anyone!"

"I am innocent - if you want to prove that I committed murder, you have to produce evidence!"

"If you are stubborn, it's useless to say anything!" Lin Xinyi met Abe Yutaka's crazy eyes: "You are so confident that you didn't leave any traces?!"

"hehe..."

Abe Yutaka smiled coldly in his madness:

He deceived the people into the mountains of Qunma County and killed them, and no one saw the process of moving the bodies.

After doing all this, he buried the murder weapon and bloody clothes deep in the mountains, keeping them extremely secretive.

"How are you going to catch me?"

"Tell me! What evidence is there to prove that I committed murder?"

Abe Fong yelled hysterically.

He knew that his plans were ruined and his life was ruined.

Now he has only one obsession, which is to fight to the death Lin Xinyi who ruined his bright future!

He may lose, but he must not let the police win!

"You want evidence from me? OK!"

"I'll check it for you now—"

Lin Xinyi stared at Yutaka Abe's arm and said coldly:

"The deceased was stabbed in the heart from behind by the murderer and died on the spot."

"To kill people in this way, with the blood pressure of the heart, the moment the knife is inserted and pulled out, the wound will definitely spurt out a lot of blood."

"Abe Yutaka, I don't believe your hands are not stained with your friend's blood!"

Abe Feng was silent for a while.

But after this silence, what greeted him was his crazy and joyful laughter:
To be continued...