Chapter 414 Conan Should Use It This Way (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"ah!!!!!"

Heard the last words, Fumito Takase.

Instantly collapsed.

Pulling his hair, his expression was frightened and flustered. He seemed to want to refute Sakaki's remarks, but he didn't know how to refute.

Every word, every word, was like a sharp knife piercing his heart, leaving him riddled with holes.

At this time

Takase Fumito suddenly found that other people around him were looking at him with pity, sympathy and disgust.

Just like his father who looked on coldly when his mother scolded him.

"Don't look at me like that!!!"

His eyes were red, and he wanted to escape frantically, but there were police standing around him, making it impossible to escape:

"What do you know!!!"

"How do you understand my pain?!"

"I, I, don't need anyone else to save me!!!"

"It is wrong to place your hopes on others."

Sakaki's tone was calm:

"You could have grown up a long time ago, but you still choose to immerse yourself in the shadows of the past. You can't blame others at all."

"Killing is just a way for you to express yourself."

"You want to gain everyone's approval, but you don't know how to do it. Not only that, there are no girls willing to accept your personality."

"Jealousy and resentment all turned into murderous intent."

"Asunder, because you can't get it yourself, you destroy other people's happiness and make them feel the same pain as you, thinking that others will understand you. It's a pity."

Shaking his head, Sakaki's tone finally fluctuated, but

It was mixed with contempt and disdain:

"Who would get close to a devil who has no bottom line or dignity and only knows how to resent others?"

"Shut up!!!"

Takase Fumito suddenly became furious, and he rushed towards Sakaki Makoto as fiercely as a crocodile with its bloody mouth open.

Click!

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead, Sakaki took out a puff of smoke and looked at him dimly:

"You are so ugly when you beg for mercy from others."

Takase Fumito opened his eyes wide and did not dare to move.

He can feel it.

What's going to happen next.

"Brother Sakaki Makoto!"

Mumu Shisan was shocked:

"No!!!"

Killing people in front of many police officers.

How should I explain the search lesson?

Even if self-defense is used to justify the argument,

Takase Fumito has no weapons in his hands, can it really be considered legitimate defense?

Sakaki smiled, put his finger tightly on the trigger, and then...

Removed the muzzle.

"It's not over yet"

He sighed:

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I should not be the one to settle this grudge."

"Takase Fumito, do you plead guilty?"

"This is your last chance to grow up. If you are still a man, you must be responsible for what you do."

"What are you talking about."

Takase Fumito, who had escaped from hell once, lowered his head and said evasively:

"I didn't kill anyone."

He didn't have the courage to admit his crime.

Still immersed in cowardice.

"Is this your last choice in life?"

Sakaki nodded expressionlessly, not surprised:

"I see."

"Next"

"Let me expose your ruse."

Mumu Thirteen and others were refreshed and looked at him one after another.

Taking a step forward, Sakaki walked to the gate, summoned the forensics class, pointed to the corridor outside the door and said:

"Detective Demi, please conduct a footprint survey in the corridor."

"Eh?"

Detective Demi was startled for a moment, then realized what he was doing and shouted in surprise:

"I see!"

"If the prisoner came wearing high heels, the same footprints would be left outside the door!"

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed, but Takase Fumito took two steps back in horror.

A hundred secrets and a sparseness.

Because he wanted to make it more real, the high heels he wore were from Hinako Yamaguchi's feet.

Men's and women's feet are usually different sizes.

He had never worn high-heeled shoes before, so he suddenly wore a pair of small-sized high-heeled shoes. Not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

All to deceive the police and make them believe that the murderer is someone else. As a result.

He lifted a rock, but it hit his own feet.

Who would have thought that when he was dismembering his body, the police would suddenly come to his door?

Inadvertently, he also left a flaw.

"Prisoners like to spread suspicion, which is good."

Sakaki smiled brightly:

"Because the suspicion formation is also a clue to find the prisoner."

"Report!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Detective Demi hurried back and said loudly:

"After careful inspection, the same footprints as inside the house were not found in the corridor outside the door!"

Uh-huh!

The police officers headed by Mumu Shisan all looked at

"Takase Fumito!"

"What else do you have to say!"

Being pointed out by Qianfu, the nervous Takase Fumito rolled his eyes and argued:

"So what if there are no footprints?"

"Perhaps the prisoner deliberately fabricated evidence?"

"Why does it have to be me?"

"this"

Mumu Shisan frowned, unable to refute for a moment.

yes

If no conclusive evidence can be found, Takase Fumito can blame the crime on others.

What can we do?

"Xiao Ai"

Sakaki looked at Miss Miyano and suddenly asked:

"Tomorrow is Tuesday, right?"

"Yes, Tuesday."

Miss Miyano nodded lightly.

"Brother Sakaki Makoto, Miss Haibara."

His heart was full of confusion, and Mu Mu Shisan said doubtfully:

"Tomorrow is Tuesday"

"Any questions?"

Sakaki Cheng and Miss Miyano looked at each other and smiled, saying:

"Today, Monday, is the day to collect domestic combustible garbage, and high heels are leather products and belong to general combustible garbage."

"And tomorrow, we will collect non-burnable garbage."

"ah!!!"

On the side, Gao Mushe suddenly realized:

"I see!"

"If the prisoner abandons the murder weapon, then the crime tools will definitely appear in the garbage dump!"

"Yes, this is a habit that everyone has developed since childhood."

Sakaki nodded with a smile.

On garbage classification and processing.

The Japanese have indeed done a very good job. They have been taught that garbage must be sorted since childhood, and it has become a habit in their bones (for the most part).

The murder weapon and high heels were not found in Takase Fumito's home, so where did they go?

It’s not like I can grow wings and fly!

In order to move the body, he used his own car and the road from the apartment to the real estate

There happens to be a garbage disposal point.

Ta-ta-ta.

Rapid footsteps sounded from outside the door, and Conan rushed in.

Because of the excitement, his face was red, and there was still a few black dust on it:

"Found it!!!"

Raising his arms, everyone took a look and found that he was carrying a hammer, a pair of high heels, and a goldfish toy ball.

"yes."

Sakaki Makoto pushed up his sunglasses, patted Takase Fumito's shoulder who was suddenly discolored, and said:

"It's really important to follow the rules."

"We won't recycle the high heels tomorrow."

"Demmi!"

Making a decisive decision, Mumu Shisan immediately commanded:

“Check your heels for fingerprints and residual sweat stains!”