With Conan Around, Nothing Unexpected

"Hosono! Hosono!"

"Hosono fell into the river!"

The amusement park staff's shouts made Ran stop lecturing Conan, and Little Ai also looked towards the river. Guchuan's gaze landed on the bow tie on Conan's neck, a greedy glint in his eyes.

"This amusement park trip might be over before it even began," Guchuan said to Little Ai.

With casualties, the amusement park was definitely going to close for the day. Guchuan had genuinely intended to spend the whole day there. It was all because of the grim reaper walking beside him.

Conan didn't notice Guchuan's disapproving look. He wriggled free from Ran's hand and ran to the riverbank.

Someone on the riverbank was continuously recording with a camera, and no staff member came out to stop them.

Masked Superman had fallen into the river during the bungee jumping performance and hadn't been found for twenty minutes.

"Should we go back?" Little Ai asked.

"You need to have more social responsibility," Guchuan chastised Little Ai.

Little Ai: ???

Social responsibility? Is it appropriate for those words to come out of your mouth?

"So, what do you want to do?"

"This absolutely isn't an accident; it's a premeditated murder. I'm going to find the real killer and clear the deceased's name." Guchuan displayed an extraordinary quality.

Little Ai thought Guchuan definitely had an ulterior motive.

"Brother Guchuan, you also think this isn't an accident?" Conan asked, coming up to Guchuan.

"Of course." Guchuan nodded.

Conan's here, so there's no such thing as an accident.

"Brother Guchuan, look over there. The inner side of the rubber has burn marks. This is undoubtedly a murder case." Conan pointed to the bungee cord tied around the foot.

Ran called Inspector Megure, and the police quickly arrived at the scene.

Inspector Megure examined the burnt rubber and gathered the relevant individuals.

"The victim's name is Yuta Hosono, 28 years old. He's the founder of the HO Joint Troupe. He died when the bungee cord snapped while he was playing the role of Masked Superman," Takagi said, holding a slip of paper and introducing the victim.

Inspector Megure nodded.

"You were the one who tied the rubber to the victim's feet at the time of the incident, weren't you?" Inspector Megure asked a person wearing a red hat.

"Yes, I'm the one who does this job."

"Was there anything unusual about the rubber at the time?" Inspector Megure asked.

"If there had been, why would I have let him jump?" the red hat said.

"Didn't Hosono die in an accident? If that's the case, why are you gathering us here?" Okubo asked.

Okubo was the actor who played the villain in the play earlier.

"No, this is clearly a murder case, and the killer is among these people!" Kogoro Mouri, who had followed the police here, declared.

"I'm certain someone among them held a grudge against Mr. Hosono. Isn't that right, Mr. Tajima?"

"I did see Okubo arguing fiercely with Hosono over the troupe's operations," Tajima said.

"Huh? Weren't you the one who argued with Hosono before because you borrowed money and didn't pay it back?" Okubo immediately pointed out Tajima's contradiction.

"We don't have any issues at all. Oh, by the way, Kanako, weren't you always bothered because Hosono wanted to be in a relationship with you?" Tajima continued to expose others' conflicts with Hosono.

Guchuan watched their mutual revelations with interest. It was the first time he'd encountered such a scene, and it was quite amusing.

Okubo, the actor who played the villain in the Masked Rider play, had a conflict with the victim over business operations.

Tajima, the one who tied the bungee cords, had a conflict with the victim over borrowed money.

Kanako, the actress who played the princess in the play, had a conflict over a romantic relationship.

A-She, who was always just a subordinate, felt resentful.

Only one person had no conflict with the victim.

Guchuan stroked his chin. Four people with conflicts, a luxurious five-choice selection. To survive in the world of the grim reaper, maintaining good interpersonal relationships was too important.

"I can now conclude that the killer of Hosono is Mr. Tajima!" Kogoro Mouri confidently pointed at Tajima.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Tajima stood up agitatedly.

"This rubber cord snapped because it was burnt. The only one who could have tampered with it is you."

Listening to Kogoro Mouri's analysis, Conan pursed his lips and walked over to Guchuan.

"Brother Guchuan, who do you think the killer is?"

"It's that A-She," Guchuan said casually.

"What?!" Conan exclaimed in surprise.

He had investigated in many places and thought carefully before finally figuring out the killer. Guchuan hadn't done anything, so how did he know the killer's identity?

Conan felt like he was facing a formidable opponent. Guchuan's deductive abilities were not inferior to his own.

Losing his urge to show off, Conan pulled out the video cassette he'd borrowed from a tourist.

"This is a video cassette I borrowed from a tourist. Everyone, take a look at the footage from that time."

Conan handed the cassette to Inspector Megure, then shot Kogoro Mouri in the neck with a tranquilizer dart.

With a dramatic turn, Kogoro Mouri sat down in a chair. Then, Conan removed the bowtie from his clothing and began speaking in Kogoro Mouri's voice.

"I already know who the real culprit is."

"Huh? Is Tajima not the real killer, then?" Inspector Megure asked, looking at the sleeping Kogoro Mouri.

"I already told you I'm not the murderer!"

"Before I reveal the killer's identity, everyone, please tell me your alibis..."

"Conan, what are you doing hiding behind the table by yourself?" Guchuan pulled Conan out from where he was crouching behind the table. Little Ai gave Conan a meaningful look.

Then, her gaze turned to Guchuan, filled with a hint of worry.

Could Guchuan have noticed Conan's abnormality?

If Guchuan knew about Conan's abnormality, wouldn't that mean I would also...

Damn Shinichi Kudo, he's just a reckless idiot. He has no idea how much trouble his actions can cause!

"Brother Guchuan?!"

Conan, having been pulled out, felt his awareness blurring from nervousness.

He had done this many times before, so why was he caught by Guchuan this time?!

"My bowtie fell on the floor. I was just picking it up," Conan said with a smile.

"Is that so?" Guchuan gave Conan a half-smile.

Conan immediately felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

This small interlude didn't draw much attention from those present. Everyone continued to state their alibis.

As they spoke, under Tajima's guidance, they began to argue again.

"Alright, alright, everyone quiet down and let's hear what our dear Mouri has to say," Inspector Megure said.

Hearing Inspector Megure's words, everyone turned their gaze back to Kogoro Mouri, who had his back to them.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Kogoro Mouri remained silent.

Conan stood beside Guchuan, his heart pounding rapidly.