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The rhythm of the wind sharpens the skill of deduction.

Black entanglement also unravels.

A real case at a drama shoot.

The murder weapon and suspect is nearby.

He sees through the one and only truth.

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

His name is Detective Conan!

Pops was asked to act as substitute

for doing the opening prologue of a detective drama.

He runs into a childhood friend of his, Ruri Ujo

who turned into a big name actress.

However...

Rurippe?

Kogoro.

"Invisible Suspect (Part 2)"

Darn it.

You smoke, Kogoro?

Yes. You don't smoke, Rurippe?

Did you forget about my father?

Oh, right. He was famous in the neighborhood as one that hated smokers.

Right!

Thanks to him, I hate cigarettes, too.

The same here.

But in my case, my mother hated cigarettes.

So, my father who was a heavy smoker

says that he was forced to quit as soon as I was born.

But what if you have to smoke in dramas?

I just hold the cigarette in my mouth at times like that.

Right, right.

We push the director and producer to do it our way.

That's why you can never be any greater than you father.

Kasumi.

Well, for a certain someone

who sells herself as a healer type actress...

it might be good for her health image.

Kasumi.

What's with her anyway?

She's jealous of me

because I'm talking intimately with him.

I think she's cute, don't you?

I see.

Just like the victim Mr. Kazami was saying,

it seems that they're going with each other.

Which means that

the lover he is secretly going out with is...

Have you already figured out who the killer is,

Mr. Renown Detective?

No, not yet.

Excuse me, Mr. Mouri.

May I have a word with you?

Sure.

Conan, where are you going?

To the men's room.

Don't bother the police officers, okay?

Okay!

What is it?

Just what are you up to?

Huh?

I'm asking you why you're making passes at her.

You mean Rurippe?

I'm not making passes. We're just childhood friends.

Are you sure that's all there is to it?

Is that honestly true?

Yes.

Okay then. But if you do anything funny,

I don't care if you're a renown detective or what, I won't forgive you.

Hey, hold it.

I feel as if I've gone through this sometime in the past, too.

If I'm not mistaken it was...

Hey, kid! What're you doing?

This tool box was left here in this room

together with the golf glove and coat too, right?

That's why I figured maybe there's something in here

besides a cutter knife that is capable of slashing things.

Playing detective is okay,

but the police checked every nook and cranny of this tool box.

Even this tape measure?

Yes.

Hey, who is it?

Who bamitted in a crummy place like this?

What does the "bamit" mean?

It means to mark the floor with masking.

It's done to indicate where the set is to be placed

or to determine the place where the actor is to stand.

Well, I guess the shooting is going to be called off.

So, I'll remove this for now.

Wait!

Something is fishy about the masking tape.

It's a little bloated

and something is stuck to the tip.

What is this?

A wire?

I see. I got it!

I've figured out what the murder weapon is.

As well as why we can't find it.

The room where the coat and the glove were is here

and the scene of the crime is diagonally beyond.

If from this room, the crime can be carried out easily.

All I need to figure out next is who did this.

Something's not right.

I can't figure out why Ruri suddenly invites everyone to go outside

after seeing the snow through the window.

Oh, no! Pops!

That brat! He's roaming around the scene of the crime again.

Hey!

Darn it.

Where the heck is he?

I see! I got it!

Where is Inspector Yokomizo?

He just stepped out a while ago.

I see.

By the way, do you guys smoke?

No.

Oh, right.

I'd like to see the evidence once more,

so will you please lend me a glove?

Yes, sir. By all means.

This is the wallet and this is the cigarette.

The coat and the glove.

And this is the victim's lighter.

It's out of oil.

I've figured out the mystery.

All I have to do now is put Pops to sleep with this anesthetic gun.

Huh?

I can't use the gun.

I used it at the filming site a while ago.

Bummers! What now?

I can't use Sleeping Kogoro.

I've got no choice but to drop a lot of hints at Pops.

Pops!

There are many things that I've noticed,

will you lend me an ear?

Maybe I can help solve the case.

I don't need anything like that anymore.

But...

Don't tell me that Pops already figured the case out?

Mr. Mouri, I looked all over for you.

Just where were you?

Well, I was going around this building looking for a key to this case.

And? Did you find the anything?

Did you solve the mystery of the vanished murder weapon?

Well, what I found was not the key,

but just this kid alone.

Just as I thought.

I see.

We'll continue to look for the murder weapon then.

So, if you come up with anything...

Okay, I'll let you know right away.

Yes, please do by all means.

If only I could use the anesthetic gun...

His facial expression changed.

It is as I thought, Pops...

He already figured out who the killer is.

Rurippe, I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

No, she's not the killer.

Darn it. I guess I've no choice,

but to hit Pops on the head with something

and make him pass out.

I wonder if there's something I kick.

They locked the door.

Hey.

I can't go inside if you lock the door.

Oh, my. What's up, Kogoro?

Why lock the door?

Don't tell me that you're going to seduce me?

Darn it. I can't hear what they're saying inside.

The most I can do is get this wiretap inside

from the space beneath the door.

Or are you suspecting that I killed Mr. Kazami,

and going to try to persuade me untill I admit I committed the crime?

Yes, exactly.

I want you to confess on your own initiative.

Just as I thought.

Pops's got it all wrong.

I have to stop him quickly.

I want you to confess on your own initiative.

Just as I thought.

Pops's got it all wrong.

I have to stop him quickly.

But you're not the one who's making the confession.

The one you're protecting,

Mr. Akira Nagumo.

Huh?

Just what are you talking about, Kogoro?

Why would I have to protect Mr. Nagumo?

You saw, didn't you?

Just before seeing the snow fall outside the window.

What did I see?

Back then, the staff opened the door to the room near the window

and came out, right?

I'm sure you saw it from the reflection on the glass door.

Mr. Naburo was coming out from the room next door

where Mr. Kazami was taking a nap.

You saw the staff about to come out of the room,

as well as the figure of the killer who rushed back into the room.

You saw how he acted and sensed that he did something,

so you invited everybody to go look at the snow outside

and tried to get everybody away from the room.

I realized just a while ago that's what happened

when I found Conan by the doorway of the crime scene.

Just before I turned the corner.

Just as would be expected of a renown detective,

was I'd like to say,

but you haven't found the murder weapon yet, have you?

The knife that slashed Mr. Kazami who was taking a nap.

Isn't it more important to figure out the mystery

of the missing knife that has a blade about 10 centimeters

before you go around making assumptions

about me having witnessed the killer?

Yes.

We were all too concerned about the blade being 10 centimeters long.

Because it's hard to believe that the blade is a small clump of steel,

no more than two centimeters.

Huh?

A cutter knife.

After the killer killed Mr. Kazami,

the blade was folded compactly away

and hidden inside this lighter that Mr. Kazami had.

Pops got it right!

But, Kogoro,

even if a blood smeared blade were to be inside that lighter,

it makes no difference that the murder weapon

hasn't been found yet, does it?

A blade of 10 centimeters means

that the knife sunk that deeply into him, doesn't it?

Unless the blade is firmly attached to the grip,

it's impossible to poke that deeply into something.

And I'm sure that blood would've splattered on the grip too, right?

If that's the case,

they should've found a box cutter grip that reacted to the luminol.

Okay. Pops, slash back at her.

I guess so.

See?

Hey...

First of all, you're going to have to look for the box cutter grip.

-Oh, no. -Hey, Conan.

Just what are you doing here?

Well...

Oh, right.

Ran, do you have something sticky like gum?

Huh?

Sticky like gum?

I have some gum

that Dad wanted me to bring along to keep him from getting sleepy.

I see!

Masking tape!

If you wrap the box cutter grip from the end of the blade

connected to the handle with masking tape,

then blood won't splatter onto the grip.

After committing the murder, the masking tape was removed.

And the tape was probably pasted onto the floor of the filming site.

There were masking tape pasted all over the floor as indicators there,

so it would be very inconspicuous, too.

But...

But why would Mr. Nagumo do something like that?

Even I, the first one to find the body could've rigged the trick, too!

I could've used snow to move everyone away,

and committed the murder myself!

Don't be ridiculous! You could never kill somebody.

Darn it. She sure is a tough one.

Sorry, Conan. It seems that I left the gum in the car.

Ran.

How do you wear brassieres?

I never used them, so I don't know how to use them!

Hey! Boys don't have to know how to use them.

I guess so.

Rurippe.

You could never have committed this crime.

Why not?

Then, tell me

how would you hide the blade of a cutter inside this lighter?

I just put it inside the lid and...

There's nothing inside the lid.

Then, your deduction must've been wrong, Kogoro.

Maybe you're wrong about Mr. Nagumo being the killer.

Rurippe.

For a lighter like this,

you add oil to the cotton that is in here.

First, you remove the bottom

and take out the cotton that is inside and make space.

Otherwise, you cannot hide the blade of the cutter.

Since I smoke, I realized when the lighter didn't light,

it means that the cotton must've been removed.

But since you don't like cigarettes and have never used a lighter,

you would never even think of hiding something in a place like this.

So, the only person that can think of something like this,

as well as someone that you would want to protect

is Mr. Akira Nagumo who used to be a heavy smoker in the past.

That's why I just said a while ago, didn't I?

Why would I have to protect Mr. Nagumo?

Well, it's true that I've met him sometimes at work,

but I'm not all that intimate with him.

I wonder about that.

He's your...

Lover, lover.

Because he's your real father.

Is that true?

Nothing that was used to commit the murder

seems to have been prepared ahead of time.

It was probably something that occurred on impulse.

As for the cotton with oil on it,

he probably pasted masking tape over it

and hid it somewhere on the floor of the filming site,

but it would probably be easily found if searched for.

Besides, after committing the murder,

it would be impossible to remove the cotton from the lighter

and putting the blades of the cutter into it with gloved hands,

with the risk of somebody walking in anytime.

So, I'm sure that we'll be able to find fingerprints somewhere.

So, before any evidence comes up,

persuade your father to turn himself in.

That's right, Kogoro.

Akira Nagumo is my real father.

I was born when my mother and he

used to be no-name actors at an acting school.

My mother found out she was pregnant

only after she split with my father

and started going out with my present father that you know, Kogoro.

It never even crossed my mind

until we acted in a film together

and he mentioned that I looked exactly like his lover in the past.

After I heard of the truth from my mother,

I went to complain to him because he called ask to see me.

I wasn't going to have him saying that he was my father.

Then, he broke down in tears before me.

So, I used to meet him now and then from that time.

A father is a father after all.

He killed Mr. Kazami for me.

If people found out that he's my real father,

my whole family would turn out a mess.

That's why, Kogoro...

I'd like you to keep this all inside you.

Because after all, we are childhood friends.

Please.

No way.

Being that you're the one asking me to do so,

the more I can't accept the deal.

I don't want you, my childhood friend to be bound

by such a painful and sad lie for the rest of your life.

Just as expected of you, Kogoro.

You haven't changed at all, your kind heart.

Shut up.

Well, I guess it can't be helped.

Because he was the one who called you

and told you that he was my real father from his side.

No.

Mr. Nagumo said nothing of that sort back then.

Huh?

Then, how did you know that we were father and daughter?

I figured it out from how he acted back then.

The hostility I felt from him back then was not of a man who was upset over another guy making passes at his lover,

but rather similar to what I felt when I went to introduce myself to Eri's father.

In other words, the feelings of a worried father.

Gosh. So, it's Eri after all.

I can never out beat her.

No, not her.

I remembered her stubborn father and...

Hey, do you know why I was studying so hard,

and wearing those thick lens glasses during junior high school?

It's because I wanted to attract someone's attention.

I was under the mistaken impression that you liked smart girls.

Huh?

Thirty minutes later,

through Ruri's persuasion,

Mr.Nagumo turned himself in.

The actual detective drama that occurred came to an end.

So, you've met Ruri.

She was more beautiful than she looks on TV, wasn't she?

Huh? Did you know that she is Ruri Ujo, the actress?

Yes, of course.

Because unlike him, I attend the class reunions.

Right, I heard a lot about you two from Ms. Ujo.

About Dad and you getting into a big fight over shoyu or sauce.

He got me angry

because he used to always pour sauce over his sunny side up too,

but just because he was embarrassed to say the same thing as I did,

he insisted that he wanted shoyu!

Oh, I see.

Come to think of it, Dad always pours sauce over his sunny side up.

He's just that dense of a person.

Then, why'd you marry him?

It's been so long ago that I've already forgotten.

Which gloves do you think are better?

Let's see... I like the black.

Oh, my. I prefer this gray one.

Really?

Because it's the gray color of a mouse.

Doesn't it make you feel warm?

Huh?

Because the gray tablecloth seemed to be warmer than the black coat.

Oh, did I say something funny?

No, you didn't.

Hey, what's going on? What a weird kid.

"Mouri Detective Agency"

What a strange old man.

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