Outside, Tangze had already recreated the mechanism Ye Ban Jiadai had used, following Conan's instructions.
Tangze understood the logic behind it all, but when he actually set it up with fishing line, he still couldn't hold it together.
Using fishing line for such a massive operation—was this fishing line actually line for fish, or carbon fiber?
No matter how much he grumbled internally, the police officers who had been warned to watch out for the fishing line merely looked somewhat shocked before quickly figuring it out.
It was a simple trick: use the concrete posts of the railing as a pulley system, then secure the fishing line to the back of the motorcycle.
The farther the motorcycle traveled in the opposite direction, the more line it pulled out...
"Bang—!"
The cement bag standing in for the victim, placed on a wheeled chair, was dragged faster and faster as the motorcycle moved forward. Before long, it slammed into the guardrail at the end of the alley.
Propelled by inertia, the cement bag flew out, soaring high over the railing in an arc. It struck something below before crashing into the dumping ground where the victim had been found.
The one controlling the motorcycle was Wataru Takagi, who was merely helping out, not Ye Ban Jiadai herself, who had practiced extensively. His speed control was a little off, but it was easy to see that as long as the driving speed was properly controlled, making the ninety-kilogram cement bag land squarely in the garbage pile was entirely feasible.
"So the scrape marks on the concrete post and this corner of the wall were left by the fishing line, while the debris on the ground came from her scraping against it on the way back..." Juzo Megure nodded in realization.
Mori Kogoro nodded