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What lies in one's heart is a mystery to us all.

Star and snow glitter on the two.

The stage of today's show is at a restaurant.

The table, foodstuff, and tricks of all kinds.

He sees through the one and only truth.

A child in appearance with the I.Q. of an adult.

His name is Detective Conan!

There's a lot of construction going on.

They're building a bypass.

Are you sure we're heading right direction?

Absolutely!

We've been wandering around for the past 30 minutes.

That hurts on an empty stomach.

I'm starved.

I know! Just keep on walking!

Gosh. You're not the only one who's starving.

Mr. Hanaoka!

Mr. Mouri.

Hello! I'm here again!

But I brought my family along tonight.

-Hello. -Hello!

"Shigeru Hanaoka (40)" -Well, well.

Welcome to my restaurant.

Please, come inside.

Oh, welcome.

Where have you been?

Well, just to get cigarettes.

Anway, we're having customers now.

"Reiko Hanaoka (30)" -Welcome, Mr. Mouri.

I'm sorry, I was changing the water for the flowers.

You changed the water just this morning.

The flowers last longer this way.

Mr. Mouri, this way please.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no. I can't get it off:

Please take the table at the middle.

Saki!

Yes, coming!

"The Shaking Restaurant"

Welcome.

Huh? I haven't seen you before.

"Saki Yoshizawa (20)" -I'm the new waitress here.

I'm Saki Yoshizawa. Nice to meet you.

I'm so sorry.

That's all right.

I'll get a towel right away!

Here!

Let me do it for you.

Thanks, Ran.

Show me the back side.

Good grief. You demand so much attention.

Sorry about that, Mr. Mouri.

"Minoru Wada (35)" -I'm sorry about the tremors

from the construction next door.

Well, the places really are shaking.

But we've been told that the tremors will stop soon.

We have to wait until 10pm tonight, and it will all be over.

I'm starved!

We have a big, fat sea bream today, sonny.

But I prefer fried prawn.

Okay, coming up!

Mr. Hanaoka.

You're closed tomorrow.

Are you going fishing for spearfish as usual?

Oh, yes! I'm planning to prepare the tackle and the bait tonight

and leave the first thing in the morning.

Spearfish fishing in the ocean breeze.

I envy you.

Thanks to his hobby, I'm left all alone on holidays.

Alone?

I'm no fool.

What do you mean by that?

What is it, dear?

Stop that! Were having customers!

Mr. Hanaoka, look.

Here, this picture.

This big fish. Is this spearfish?

Yes, that's right.

A fishing buddy who's also a photographer took that picture.

Mr. Hanaoka, how long have you been fishing?

Well, I think it has been 25 years maybe.

You know, I used to live in Hachijo Island.

Look! Is that you?

You're so young!

But this picture looks a little different from others.

Probably it was taken by an amateur.

If you look close enough,

the camera is focused on the chef and not the fish.

Usually, a photo like this is focused on the fish.

You know a lot about pictures.

Actually, I wanted to become a photographer once.

What's this?

One?

Conan!

Oh, Ms. Saki. Are you off work?

Yes.

You're here, too?

Oh, hello. Aren't you with your father?

He said he hasn't had enough yet and went drinking alone.

He's a dud of a father!

But you've still got one.

"The Last Super Detective"! I wanted to see this!

This is about a playboy detective, right?

Mr. Mouri must be having a good time

surrounded by young girl fans right now!

You must be kidding.

Freezing!

What luck! The bar closed!

This one's closed, too.

It's Hanaoka alone.

Right.

He must be working on the tackle and bait for tomorrow.

I'd rather not interrupt.

That's Mr. Wada, right?

Yes, Mouri here.

Hi, Ito!

Mahjong? Now? Where?

Next to Karantei? What coincidence!

Of course, I'm going. You bet I will!

Oh, I forgot!

What is it?

I need to buy bread for breakfast.

You can go ahead and go home!

But it's already late.

Let's go home together.

I'll wait for you here with Conan.

Right. You're safe with her since she knows karate.

Conan, that's embarrassing!

All right, I'll be back as soon as I can.

I told you you can go drinking,

but why do you have to drink until morning?

Stop yelling at me! It's ringing in my head!

You only get what you deserve.

I'd really love a hot cup of coffee here.

Did something happened?

What in the...

This... this is...

Sorry to tell you...

but he's been dead for quite some time.

Ran, call the police!

Okay!

Mrs. Hanaoka, where do you usually put this vase?

On the top of the stairs...

Could it be that the vase fell with the tremors?

Probably by some unfortunate coincidence,

it hit your husband's head.

By the way, who are you?

My name is Yamamoto, Mr. Hanaoka's friend.

"Koichi Yamamoto (40)" -We were planning to go spearfish fishing

at Hachijo Island today.

I had to wait for a long time for him.

Since I was told he's not home either,

I came here with his wife.

He was looking forward to go to Hachijo every year around this time.

There's a trace of blood forming straight lines.

-It hurts! -Don't touch the evidence!

I was just wondering whether the vase really hit Mr. Hanaoka.

There's blood on the inside of the hat.

It's proof that the vase hit his head!

But look. The flowers from the vase that fell.

They're withered compared to others.

I was just about to get to that.

True. The flowers here still look fresh.

Hey, Pops.

Dad!

See, there's a white fragment something on the floor...

It probably came from the ceiling.

If it's not to salt or sugar,

it's highly likely it's white paint from the ceiling.

We need to look into whether it has something to do

with the cause of Mr Hanaoka's death.

There's a fine scratch on the beam.

The paint must have peeled ff from here.

Okay! Let's check the other side!

And the window is open.

I knew it!

The same scratch I found on the beam!

The construction site is just outside.

This may not be an accident.

Huh?

Mr. Hanaoka may have been killed,

and it was set up to look like an accident.

No way...

Mrs. Hanaoka.

Mr. Wada, Saki...

A flower vase fell on my husband.

What?

And then? What happened to him?

He's been taken to the hospital for autopsy.

Autopsy?

That means...

Excuse me, but who are you two?

I'm Wada. I work here as a cook.

I'm Saki Yoshizawa, a waitress here.

Inspector, wasn't it an accident caused by a falling vase?

Mr. Hanaoka indeed died due to a falling vase.

However, it appears that the vase was dropped deliberately.

Deliberately?

Right!

I thought it was an accident at first,

but my investigation turned up a lot of things.

The autopsy showed he died between 11pm and 1am today.

However, we found that construction work

ended at 10:30 pm last night due to machine failure.

That means...

tremors from the construction site

couldn't have caused the vase to falls.

I'd like you to see something.

It was found at the construction site.

The line on the fork is used for spearfish fishing

and the line was tied to a steel frame.

The culprit used this line and the steel frame,

positioned the vase right above Mr. Hanaoka's head,

and made it fall.

I had Officer Takagi check the freezer in the back of the kitchen.

He found sea bream

and a few flower petals inside.

Which means the culprit

placed the fork with the fishing line into the vase with flowers

and placed the vase in the freezer.

Later, the frozen vase was placed instead of the other

right above Mr. Hanaoka's head as he was preparing his baits.

Moved on the pretense of changing water for the flowers.

And the line running along the beam

was tied to the line to the vase.

Later, the culprit went out to go to the construction site

and tied the line to the steel frame there

and slowly dropping it into the trench.

This way, the frame pulled the vase

and moved the vase right above his head.

As time passed, the ice inside the vase melted.

That's what really happened.

Amazing! He's done it again and he's awake this time!

By the way, it's your job

to take care of the flowers, isn't it?

Don't tell me you think I did it?

Why would I want to kill my husband?

This was found inside Mr. Hanaoka's locker.

What's this?

A report written by a private investigation firm.

This is a report on Mrs. Hanaoka's activities

that her husband requested.

This is a photo of her with...

Mr. Wada.

Yes, there is an accomplice in this case.

The one who created the contraption in the construction site

must be Mr. Wada.

By coincidence,

I saw Mr. Wada last night coming out of the construction site.

Extramarital affair.

So that is why you wanted to get rid off your husband.

Is that right?

I'm sorry!

Everything is true!

I'm very sorry.

Mr. Mouri! You're splendid as always!

Well, this is a piece of cake.

Get your foot off that chair!

What's that?

I didn't see that yesterday.

What's with you?

Pops, the shape of the scratch on the chair and the vase...

Hello, this is Megure.

Okay.

It was from Officer Chiba at the autopsy.

He says sea bream scales

were found in the collar and around the neck of the victim.

Seabream scales?

Fishing was his hobby.

So maybe they stuck there in an earlier fishing trap.

This is...

So, that's it!

Anyway, we need you both to come with us for further questioning.

Wait, Inspector.

Mr. Mouri?

The two are not the killers.

What?

Then, who is it?

Certainly, the two built that device.

But when the vase fell,

Mr. Hanaoka was already dead.

What?

The real culprit learned of the scheme to kill Mr. Hanaoka

and took advantage of it.

The trick will not work

unless Mr. Hanaoka sits exactly under the vase.

But it was totally unreliable.

That is why the culprit chose the most reliable way.

Which is by approaching Mr. Hanaoka from behind

and with the frozen sea bream...

hitting him on the head.

The simplest and sure-fire solution.

So, that's how the scales got there.

After killing Mr. Hanaoka, the culprit rushed to return

the sea bream to the freezer

and had a problem taking off the glove.

Because this person

had to go to a certain location as soon as possible.

To the video shop where Ran and Conan are waiting.

Isn't that right,

Saki?

Conan, show that to the Inspector.

Okay!

Here you are.

This is a rubber glove.

This was used during the murder.

I see a faint trace of lipstick.

Yes, the same color of lipstick Saki was using yesterday.

No.

Don't make me a killer just because I wear the same color.

You tried to take off the glove in a hurry

because you had to get to where they were waiting.

But the glove sticks and is hard to take off,

so you bit the tip

to remove it.

There is a bite mark believed to belong to a woman.

You can check and prove whose it is.

Is that true?

He deserved to be killed.

21 years ago, he was a fisherman in Hachijo Island.

There was a girl named Aiko Morimura

whom he promised to marry in the future.

But Hanaoka said he wanted to study cooking

and left the island and Aiko.

Aiko let him go without a complaint.

She didn't even tell him she was carrying his baby.

Aiko waited.

She had the baby by herself and waits for him to return

while raising her child.

She waited and waited

until she lost hope and died this spring.

Then, Aiko's child is...

I could not forgive him.

I could never forgive him!

Saki.

That photo...

That photo at table where Mr. Hanaoka sat all the time...

Isn't it most likely was taken by your mother?

What?

The focus is not on the fish but on Mr. Hanaoka.

It looks like a picture taken by somebody who loves him.

Look!

Mr. Hanaoka had the photo placed in the shop

and probably was looking at it all the time.

There is something that looks like the numeral 1

at the corner of the photo.

That probably stands for Aiko.

Aiko Morimura.

So what? What's that supposed to mean?

Are you telling me he should be forgiven

because he kept the photo and looked at it?

My mother is already dead! She worked hard,

led a hard life, and died alone!

If he really did think of her that much,

why didn't he contact her?

Why didn't he write her even once?

If he did, if he ever did...

my mother would still...

Saki.

I don't know why Mr. Hanaoka never contacted her,

but regardless of what he did in the past,

there must have been ways for you to tell him how you feel.

Ways other than committing something abominable like murder.

Amazing!

It's pulling, pulling hard. It must be a big one.

Hold on to it tight!

I'm ready to take it!

Ran, move back a little. I can't get the fish in the frame.

I can't move any more.

You move back, Dad.

Okay.

A bit more.

Just a bit more.

Dad, are you all right?

You're better off in front of the camera,

rather than behind it, Pops!

Next Conan's Hint:

"Footprints"