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Even a gigantic wall that seems to block the path.

Turns out to be a large door if viewed from a different angle.

Open your mouth wide and say "Ah".

How will this quite amusing action

play a role in today's case?

He sees through the one and only truth.

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

His name is Detective Conan!

"Thistle butterflies"

"The Fatal Ah"

Please hurry up, Mr. Mouri. Can't you run faster?

I'm doing my best.

Why don't you try to lose more weight, Ms. Nitta?

Huh, did you say something?

Maybe something's wrong with my hearing aid.

Way back. The room at the very end.

It is a remodeled gun.

He is a famous detective.

He'll solve the case in the wink of an eye.

-A cold? -No, I'm okay.

Watch out, because they say "Physician heal thyself."

Oh, come on, I am not a doctor.

I'm just a dentist's assistant, that's all.

Well, let us continue.

Ms. Nitta heard what sounded like a gun just before 3pm.

To be exact, it was 2.45pm.

When I woke up from my daily nap, and Ms. Suzuki came.

A crust of bread?

Yes, I made sandwiches for today's lunch

and happened to remember that you like to feed the carps in the pond.

Thank you. I am going there today, too.

I appreciate it.

Aren't you going to the dental clinic today?

I took a day off.

Let's have a tea break after I come back.

I will be back after 3pm.

What is that sound?

It came from Mr. Yamamoto's room.

Wasn't it the sound of a gun?

No way.

You are right.

It can't be in broad daylight in a place like this.

The carps must be starving and waiting for me.

See you later.

Afterwards, I returned a little bit before 3pm and...

Has any change come over your neighbor since then?

No, nothing.

Hello, Mr. Nakanishi.

He used to live in your room.

Huh?

The door is left open.

It looks like a will.

I've heard that Mr. Nakanishi and Mr. Yamamoto were best friends.

Even if Mr. Yamamoto did commit suicide,

isn't it strange that his best friend went home

without calling the police or the ambulance?

You mean he left as if fleeing?

That's right. I'm sure there's something to this.

He's got to be the killer no matter how you look at it.

He is surely a suspicious man.

I will ask Inspector Megure to come.

Ran asked me to buy some cakes and I'm on my way back,

I happened to see Ms. Nitta who was running to police,

That's why I am here.

It is addressed to Mr. Nakanishi.

It says he will commit suicide in apology

of not being able to return the money borrowed.

But the will is typed with a word processor.

We can't conclude that Mr. Yamamoto wrote it himself.

What bothers me most...

Is despite having found the dead body of his childhood friend,

why did he just split without informing anyone about it?

Yes.

I didn't think such a thing would happen in broad daylight like this.

Back then I was...

The intuition of an ex-police officer tells me that

the murderer was Nakanishi, who was Mr. Yamamoto's childhood friend.

The motive was money trouble between them.

Mr. Mouri.

On the basis of the autopsy, we can't say it was murder.

The reason is that no trace of resistance was found at all.

No resistance?

If a gun had been thrust into his mouth,

scars resulting from resistance

would've been left on his teeth or lips.

Since none were found,

we can't help believing that he opened his mouth voluntarily.

Take a look at this, Inspector.

True, there are no traces of struggle.

You're probably right, but...

The butterflies are called thistle butterflies, it says,

and this plant is...

We don't have time to be wasting with you.

Don't bother us. Get lost!

Inspector, as the result of verification,

we found that Mr. Yamamoto had been arrested in the past

on charges of possessing a remodeled gun.

Ms. Suzuki, his next door neighbor, says that

he would burst in rage

when there were complaints about the volume of his T.V.

and his only purpose in life seemed to be butterflies.

Inspector, I can't imagine that such an insensitive man

would kill himself over debts.

Mr. Mouri.

We don't understand this.

It was about 2.45pm when Ms. Suzuki and Ms. Nittta

heard the sound of the gun.

It was a little after 3pm, when Ms. Nitta saw Nakanishi.

Let's suppose that Nakanishi is the murderer.

What was he doing during this period of 15 minutes?

If he were the real murderer,

he would have left the scene as soon as he could.

Inspector, here is Mr. Nakanishi.

"Saburo Nakanishi (30), Yamamoto's childhood friend"

See? I came here at the promised time of 3pm.

When I entered his room,

Yamamoto was already on the sofa, dead.

You found his dead body,

but you're his childhood friend, aren't you?

Why didn't you immediately inform the police?

I loaned him money.

I was afraid that you might think I killed him

because of money trouble and ran away.

No, don't lie.

In order not to leave your fingerprints and the gun power smoke behind,

you wrapped your gun with a towel.

Around 2.45pm,

you thrust your gun into Mr. Yamamoto's mouth

and shot him to make it look like suicide.

Two people heard the report of the gunfire.

Wait a second.

How could I thrust the gun into Yamamoto's mouth?

Are you saying he just waited for the gun to be fired

with his mouth wide open?

Well, it's possible to think that you waited

for Mr. Yamamoto to yawn or something. Yes!

He was in the midst of being pursued by collectors.

Do you think he had the composure to yawn with his mouth wide open

in a situation like that?

I see your point, but...

What Mr. Nakanishi says is right.

It is unreasonable to say that this man did it.

Let me ask you one more thing.

At the estimated time of Mr. Yamamoto's death around 2.45pm,

tell me where were you and what you were doing.

In the taxi coming here.

What is the name of the taxi company?

I don't remember. It was a blue car.

A picture of a dove or a mouse was painted on it.

I will check it.

He is just making useless efforts to buy time.

That man is sure unlucky to have to confront Mr. Mouri.

He has no way out.

Mr. Mouri, I am going to have tea with Ms. Nitta.

If it's okay with you, please join us.

Thank you. Let's have the cake I bought.

Darn, I can't get money back.

If Mr. Yamamoto had indeed killed himself,

I wonder what he had in mind for the butterflies after his death.

He treasured the butterflies and raised them.

There must be something else I haven't noticed.

What is it?

I am sorry to have kept you waiting.

Now, let's have the cake.

Strawberries.

Open your mouth, Conan.

Come on, say ah.

Mr. Mouri, forget about business.

Here, have a strawberry!

No, thanks. I am a grownup.

Well, if you insist.

Conan, don't say anything about this to Ran.

Here, open your mouth.

What a loose fish.

Shall I add some brandy to your tea?

Great.

A little while more, a little while more,

and just how long do I have to wait?

My men are looking desperately for it now, too.

This is Mr. Yamamoto's consultation ticket.

I wonder what Mr. Mouri is going to use it for.

I guess he wants to find out

if Mr. Yamamoto was consulting a dentist.

And, if he was, which dentist.

Thank you.

Yes, Mr. Nobuo Yamamoto. Your patient.

It was cancelled?

I will send Conan over, as my messenger,

so please explain it to him.

"Beika Taxi Corp."

"Shinjuku Wireless. Taisho Taxi."

Officer Chiba.

Did you find out which taxi Mr. Nakanishi rode?

Not yet, or Nakanishi could be lying.

Well, Pops says he has something he wants you to look over.

Pops, wake up please, Pops.

One more? Okay.

I am sorry, he seemed to enjoy drinking a lot,

so I couldn't help offering him more and more.

Pops, wake up!

Can you help me?

No more? No more strawberries and no more...

What a pity, Inspector, talk about unlucky.

Just what are you talking about?

It's about time we leave.

Come on, get up.

Hey, just where are you taking me?

Till we find the taxi you took, you're a suspect.

Nonsense. I've got nothing to do with it!

You are a poor loser.

Why don't you resign and admit what you did?

That's what I'd like to say, but...

Inspector, though Mr. Yamamoto's death is due to homicide,

that man has nothing to do with it.

Mr. Yamamoto was killed under the pretense of suicide.

Pretense? Who did?

Any evidence?

As you see, Mr. Yamamoto loved butterflies.

He would've thought of what would happen to his butterflies if he died,

so he would've released them before he killed himself.

Again, that's where Mr. Yamamoto was sitting.

If he fires the gun from there,

the bullet would go through the glass case and shatter it.

At worst, it may harm the butterflies.

He would never kill himself in a place like this.

True.

Mr. Yamamoto called the dental clinic

to cancel the appointment around 2.30pm.

In other words, he was killed between 2.30pm and 3pm

when Mr. Nakanishi found his body.

It was 2.45pm.

Some people must've surely heard the gunshot.

But, before that,

how did the killer manage to put the gun in Mr. Yamamoto's mouth?

Mr. Yamamoto opened his mouth as the killer told him to.

Open his mouth like he was told to?

If he was a child, maybe, but he's an adult.

There was a person who could manipulate him that far.

Who could it be?

Inspector, if someone told you to open your mouth wide,

who would you open it obediently for?

Obediently?

My wife, grandma...

Hey, open your mouth wide!

Open wide, ah...

A doctor!

That's right, a doctor.

Almost all dentists, in particular would say so.

A dentist is the murderer?

The dentist visited this room?

No. The person who came here was working at a dental clinic.

And, that person had met Mr. Yamamoto before

and knew about his debts.

Who is that person?

Ms. Yumi Suzuki.

You are working at Beika Dental Clinic as an assistant.

Mr. Yamamoto was seeing a dentist there.

I see thin lines on the skin behind your ears.

They must be traces of the rubber supporter of the masks

you have been wearing for years.

You told the clinic today that you had urgent business to take care

and took a day off.

You eavesdropped that

Mr. Nakanishi was coming to collect his money at 3pm.

You decided to carry out your prearranged plan.

A prearranged plan?

You moved into this condominium about two months ago.

You moved in right after Mr. Yamamoto

started going to the clinic you were working at.

Your purpose was to pretend that you just happened to meet Mr. Yamamoto.

You wanted to approach him.

And you exchanged words with Mr. Yamamoto as you had planned.

You found that Mr. Yamamoto was up to his ears in debt.

Taking advantage of this, you wrote a scenario of

"a suicide caused by debts."

On a weekday afternoon like today,

there are only a few residents in this condominium who are at home.

Perhaps, a little after 2.30pm,

Ms. Nitta removed her hearing aid and took her daily nap.

Today is your consultation day, isn't it?

Let me have a look at it.

I'll do it free of charge because you're my neighbor.

Hurry, let me in.

Yes. I have some business to attend to,

so please cancel my appointment.

Drinks later, okay? It'll be over soon.

Let's begin, shall we?

Please close your eyes, since the lighting is too bright.

Here we go. Please open your mouth.

Ah.

It'll be over soon.

You set a tape recorder which had recorded

the sound of gunfire in advance,

and went out to see Ms. Nitta with some crumbs of bread.

At 2.45pm when Mr. Yamamoto is supposed to have died,

you were with Ms. Nitta.

In short, you made an alibi for yourself.

Ms. Nitta went out to feed the carps.

You saw her off...

And Mr. Yamamoto "died" at 2.45pm.

Furthermore, you deliberately planned to let Mr. Nakanishi

find his dead body at 3pm.

In short, it was a disguised suicide.

No, I didn't do it.

I do not have a reason for killing Mr. Yamamoto.

Yes, you do.

I have checked it, Ms. Suzuki.

Your husband had a traffic accident 10 years ago in his homeland, Gifu,

and is currently still unconscious in the hospital.

Oh, it's a Gifu butterfly.

The driver was Mr. Nobuo Yamamoto.

He was distracted by butterflies and failed to keep his eyes on the road.

Moreover, he was drunk.

Then, he happens to visit your clinic for dental treatment

and meet you again.

You decide to take revenge for what he did to your husband.

-Am I wrong? -You're wrong.

It's true that

Yamamoto took my husband's profession as a dentist away from him

and ruined his whole life.

But, I didn't kill him.

I've never been to this room either.

I seem to have caught a cold.

Please excuse me.

I would like to say, "Please take good care of yourself."

But Ms. Yumi, that isn't a cold.

Perhaps, it's hay fever.

Hay fever?

Yeah, hay fever caused by mugwort.

Hay fever caused by mugwort?

I found it in a book in this room.

It says a thistle butterfly lives on mugwort.

Mugwort is a favorite for the thistle butterfly.

But it can cause hay fever in human, it says.

One more thing, your hair is a bit shiny.

It is probably the powder from the wings of butterflies.

Mr. Mouri, I am living next door.

Mugwort powder might have flown and come to my room.

Some butterflies might have escaped and alighted on my body

although I didn't notice them.

Conan, bring me that thing.

Do you know what is this?

Yes. It is a dental mirror to examine the inner side of teeth.

Though I knew it was a rude request,

I borrowed this from Beika Dental Clinic.

It has the initials of Beika Dental Clinic "BDC" on it

and they told me that it is special ordered.

Have you ever met a person who wanted to own it

or a person who went home with it?

No. None.

Inspector, there is a coffee cup under the table.

Please have a look.

It looks like an ordinary coffee to me.

What about it?

There is a stir stick inside.

The stick, please pull it out slowly.

Why is it here? Why?

You're the only one who could've brought

the dental mirror into this room.

What would you say?

Yamamoto came to our clinic.

Of course he had forgotten my face and name.

One thing I couldn't forgive him for

was that he drove drunk to our clinic,

despite promising never drink and drive again.

He showed no apologetic signs for what he had done.

Thinking of it, made me feel sorry for my husband.

That's why I...

I am sorry.

"Mouri Detective Agency"

You see, I must explain to you about the cake.

I didn't mean to lie to you, Ran.

Please open the door.

Hey, she has turned off the switch.

Ran must have turned off her switch towards us too.

Is this the karma for "ah"?

Next Conan's Hint:

"Amnesia"

Officer Chiba, do you remember today's murderer?

-Today's almond jelly? -No, murderer.

-Did I eat it? -What?