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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.

The upside down trick is finally solved!

An unfinished manuscript corners the killer.

He sees through the one and only truth.

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

His name is Detective Conan!

I, Toshihisa Manda who was confined to my room at the hotel

snuck out of the hotel

and killed my disciple and ghost writer Kohei Haramoto!

Soon afterwards, I returned to the hotel

and established a fake alibi.

We were playing baseball

and ended up chasing the ball over to Mr. Haramoto's place.

And, in the house...

We find Mr. Haramoto who had been murdered!

"Result of the Tumble (Part 2)"

I see.

So, when you children came to look for the ball

and took a look into this house,

you found this man bleeding from the head and lying on the ground.

I wonder if a robber did this.

The place doesn't seem to be all that messed up, though.

I think the killer knows him.

What?

Look here.

There's a sign that says "Do Not Enter" on the door of this room.

And what about it?

It tells you that somebody's in the room.

Right.

If somebody opens the door, the owner of the house will see him.

It'd be impossible to go around behind him without being noticed.

In my case, I would deliberately make noise,

and when the person comes out of the room,

I would be waiting with the murder weapon in my hand ready to kill him.

What a frightening thing to say, Ai.

Right, I'm sure Mr. Haramoto let the killer into the room himself.

A person like you that he knows well.

Huh?

What's the estimated time of death that the coroner came up with?

About two hours ago, about 3 in the afternoon.

By the way, where were you about that time?

I was confined to my room at the New Beika Hotel right through

since last night.

New Beika Hotel is near here.

2 or 3 minutes by car,

and it wouldn't take more than 10 minutes if by bike.

Mr. Shimaki, were you with him too?

No. I was at the elevator hall near Sensei's room

waiting for the manuscripts to be completed.

But, unless he passes by me, he can't leave the hotel,

so I don't think he could've snuck out.

And when was the manuscript completed?

Hey, hey, don't tell me you're suspecting me?

No, that's not it.

We're asking just to be safe. And?

Yes, it was completed at about 4pm.

After that, I checked the manuscript in the room of the hotel.

Then in order to discuss the next novel,

we took a cab over to Sensei's house.

I see.

Could there have been a friend of Mr. Haramoto,

who harbored a grudge against him?

I wonder. He was a reticent man.

He said that he wanted to be a novelist

so I had him help me organize my manuscripts and stuff like that.

That's why a lot of my novels are in his computer.

Even the ones that were turned down are inside.

A while ago, you mentioned that

you were letting him live in this house or something like that.

Yes, this is the house that I lived in with my family

but it was getting to small for us,

so we had to get a new house across the street.

Well, my sons have left the house and are on their own,

my wife has already passed away,

and I'm living in the house opposite all alone.

I didn't feel like having the house demolished,

so I had him live here.

For living here alone, his place is quite organized.

He had a housekeeper come here once a week.

But! I think that Mr. Haramoto liked to organize things to begin with

because only a mirror is in the drawer.

Hey, Conan!

But something's strange.

There are blood stains on the desk

and a cracked piece of the flower vase on the mirror,

there's no blood in the drawer.

It looks as if something else were in here.

What?

So the culprit was after something that was in this drawer?

Mr. Manda, do you have any idea what it could've been?

No.

By the way, I think it's about time that you realize.

Right. There something even stranger in the room over here.

Strange?

See, in this room.

The shelf, shelf!

The mini cars, dolls and, books are all toppled upside!

True.

Why?

What the...

A cat?

Your cat?

You shouldn't leave your cat to roam at the scene of the crime!

I'm sorry.

I was so upset that I completely forgot.

Inspector, a woman has come in front the back door.

What's with you people

entering into someone else's house without permission?

Ms. Ichimura.

Oh, Sensei, you're here?

What? Mr. Haramoto was...

I didn't do it. I'm just a housekeeper.

Oh, so you're the housekeeper.

Then could you tell us?

Yes?

Oh, this is Mr. Haramoto's mischief.

His mischief?

Yes, he usually does incomprehensible mischief.

Such as stacking slippers up high one after the other,

loosen all the light bulbs in the house making them unusable,

line up video tapes in the locker and set them up like dominos.

Then he watches what happens from hiding and grins.

He like to watch me troubled putting everything back in order.

So, it's the same thing here.

Because of course he knows I'll be here at this time.

Oh, so it was just mischief?

But, if so, it's understandable.

Yes, although it's really childish.

Really. I was wondering what kind of trick this was.

No. Mr. Haramoto's not the one who turned everything upside down,

the culprit did it.

See. Look at this book.

The cover is out of place and ripped, right?

It's proof that this was turned upside hastily.

There is a mini car with a broken side mirror,

and even a doll that has fallen inside the case.

These are important collections for Mr. Haramoto.

Even if he were to do mischief, I'm sure he'd be more careful.

-And... -Since he knew

the housekeeper was coming in two hours,

he didn't have to rush, is what you want to say, right?

Right.

Then, the culprit's the one who did it after all, but why?

The most thinkable thing is to hide something.

Yeah. If only one is turned upside down,

it would look unnatural so other things were also turned upside down.

May I be excused to leave?

It's time that I have to return to the editing section.

Hey, you're coming back after you finish the proof, aren't you?

We've got to discuss the next story.

But Sensei, we couldn't possibly discuss the next mystery story

on a day like this.

Mystery?

I thought you only wrote historical novels.

I'm going to challenge a new field.

To tell the truth, it's almost completed.

Come to think of it, there were some lined out on that shelf too.

Yeah, more than half were mystery stories.

Yes, yes, Mr. Haramoto liked detective stories.

He used to say that his debut novel would be a detective story.

The detective that Mr. Haramoto was thinking of

-was an interesting character. -Ms. Ichimura,

didn't he ask you to do something for him today?

What?

Well, he used to often ask you to go buy things for his collection

when he didn't have time to go out.

Today, he asked for morning call and...

oh, he asked me to make a dentist appointment too, that's about it.

I didn't go buy anything for him.

I see. Well, the thing is,

when I called him a while ago from the hotel, he said that

he was glad that his collection was completed.

Oh well, forget it, then.

He was probably talking about some useless collection again.

You called Mr. Haramoto today?

Yes. When I'm stuck making a story,

I call him a lot for a change of mood.

How was he back then?

He was his own usual self.

I see.

What do you see?

Don't tell me you've figured out who the killer is?

Yeah, the culprit didn't try to hide things by turning them upside down,

but thought that it would be hidden if things were turned upside down!

The culprit didn't try to hide things by turning them upside down?

But thought that it would be hidden if things were turned upside down?

Rather, to put it accurately,

the culprit thought that it would hide it for him.

Hide it?

Hide what?

Well, proof of that was kind of messed up

because the culprit got the upper hand, though.

Hey, don't tell me...

That he's the culprit?

Yeah, most likely.

Okay, I'll finish the proofs and the editing section and come back.

Then, could I be excused too?

I'd like to prepare for the discussion, and take him home too.

All right.

I'll be at home right opposite here, so please call me if you need me.

Hey, he's going to leave!

Is it okay, Conan?

You're going to be discussing a detective story

that you've never written before, aren't you, sir?

-Yeah. -I can't wait to read it

because I just love mystery stories!

I wonder if any of it is in Mr. Haramoto's computer.

I wonder.

Huh, why are you letting him go off so cheerfully?

I thought you were going to corner the culprit.

Well, I guess you have your reasons for doing what you're doing.

But, your attitude of knowing all by yourself and snickering

really bugs me.

Okay, I'll tell you!

But, promise you'll cooperate.

-Sure! -Of course.

I mean, his disciple's just been murdered

and I don't see how he can go on with the discussion.

True.

What should I do?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, this mini car is broken!

The side mirror is broken off.

I didn't touch it.

Which means that the person who did this was really upset?

But, it's strange.

Mr. Haramoto did all this to surprise the housekeeper, right?

That's right,

because he knew that the housekeeper would be here at 5pm.

I'm sure this collection wasn't all that important to him.

But, the novelist said that Mr. Haramoto was saying that

his collection was completed so that he was happy.

The point is what collections he's talking about.

Yes, we can't tell by his words

whether it was the mini cars, the dolls or the books.

Finally completed.

Turned upside down in haste.

Did you catch cold, Conan?

No, it's cat hair! There are so many all over here.

Cat?

Come to think of it, Mr. Manda let his cat roam here for a while

even during investigation.

That's why there's so much cat hair here.

Mr. Manda's not very nice, is he?

Oh? What do you mean?

Because he heard the sound of something cracking,

so he came outside to look and saw us go into the house.

That's why he came after us, right?

If I were him, I wouldn't bring the cat here,

and even if I did bring the cat, I would carry it all the while.

The kitty may after all, hurt itself with the thing that cracked.

Yeah, it kind of seems like he let the cat go on purpose.

He let the cat go on purpose?

Detective Yako Hyakki grinning her tightly pursed lips

and started to reveal the case.

She of course had the police detective speak in her place.

So, this is it.

So, you're finally here. What took you so long?

I'm sorry, my hands were somewhat tied.

Getting right down to business, please tell me, will you?

About the detective story you thought up, Sensei.

You've already started writing it, haven't you?

Yeah, the fact is, it's written up to almost the last part

but I'm stuck on how the ending should be

since the detective herself is the victim of the murder.

What?

Yeah,

the woman lawyer who is killed at the beginning of the story

appears as a ghost and possesses her best friend who is a detective

and discloses the truth of the case.

Oh, that sounds interesting.

The name of the character playing the woman lawyer-detective

is Yako Hyakki.

Great name, isn't it?

Who could it be at this time of night?

Inspector.

I'm sorry, but could you wait until our discussion is over

if you need to talk to me?

No, we'll need you to talk to us,

because we've finally figured it out.

You've figured it out?

You mean who the murderer is?

Yes.

The one who killed Mr. Haramoto is you, Mr. Manda!

Huh?

It sure was a surprise,

that the novelist Mr. Manda was the killer.

But, wasn't Mr. Manda

confined to the room in that hotel from last night,

and during the time the murder was committed at about 3pm,

wasn't he in the room?

The editor, Mr. Shimaki

couldn't have been watching in front of the door all the while,

so Mr. Manda probably snuck out of the room

disguised as a bellboy or something.

Then, with a bicycle or something that he had prepared beforehand,

and rushed over to Mr. Haramoto's house.

Then, he snuck up from behind and hit him with the flower vase.

His alibi was supposed to be established

after rushing back to the hotel,

but a problem came up.

Yes, the cat that you brought along

disappeared in the room next to the murder site.

You panicked and looked for him but he wouldn't come out,

and that's when you remembered that

Mr. Haramoto had told you that his collection was finally completed

and that he was happy.

You live right opposite Mr. Haramoto.

If you leave the backdoor open,

the cat would come back on its own if it gets hungry.

But if before that the cat walks around

and cat hair is found on the collection that was just completed today,

it would serve as proof that you had come to the room today.

After all, the cat as well as yourself

were supposed to be confined in the hotel room from last night.

That's when you came upon the idea of

turning all of Mr. Haramoto's collection upside

and making the housekeeper, Ms. Ichimura who will come in two hours

straighten everything out, so that the cat hair will fall to the floor.

But, will just turning everything upside down

make cat hair come off that easily?

It doesn't really matter,

so long as Ms. Ichimura testifies that she turned them back up.

Because the cat hair that's on the floor

could've got on to the collection

while she was returning the collection right side up.

But, I wonder why he did something so bothersome

as to turn everything upside down.

If it were me, I would just drop everything to the floor.

That wouldn't look like mischief, would it?

If she thinks that a thief entered the house

and called the police, that would be it, right?

But, we found it before the housekeeper came.

Right, so I'm sure Mr. Manda was really flustered.

That's why he had to think even deeper.

When he saw us go into the house,

Mr. Manda on the spur of the moment carried his cat

and ran over right away.

Then, he let the cat go in that room.

So that nobody would be able to tell

when the cat hair scattered all over the place.

I see! That's why he got angry when I tried to touch the cat.

If the police came while I was carrying the cat,

his whole plan would've gone to waste.

But, he succeeded in getting rid of the evidence.

With no proof, he could say it's just your imagination.

Yeah, but I left bait behind.

That's terrific deduction, Inspector.

I'd recommend that you write a mystery novel.

But, where's the proof? You can't arrest me without it.

Of course, I'm not the killer though.

I'll make use of this in my next detective story...

There were detective stories in Mr. Haramoto's computer too.

The unfinished mystery story

of ghost detective Yako Hyakki, the main character!

We asked for Editor Shimaki's cooperation,

and set a microphone on his clothes.

What we heard through the microphone of your next story

also had to do with a ghost detective by the name of Yako Hyakki.

That's why I told you, didn't I? That he took care of all my works.

Oh, that's right.

Were you the one who wrote all of it?

Well, of course.

To be honest,

the children who were playing around with the computer found it.

The children and my men were reading it till a while ago,

hoping it would give us some clue.

I'm ashamed to say, there is something I cannot understand that

I would like you to tell me about.

Who is the killer and what kind of trick was used?

That's...

I don't mind if you'd show me the disc case with that story in it.

The disc case that you stole from Mr. Haramoto's desk,

the one with what looks to be his blood on the case.

You should've been reading it till just a while ago!

After you came back from the hotel till the time you found Mr. Haramoto,

and when you got home just a while ago,

you were with the editor right through

and wouldn't have had time to read it at all!

Despite this, you explained the story to Mr. Shimaki just a while ago!

Don't tell that the boy...

I can't wait to read it.

I wonder if it's in Mr. Haramoto's computer.

He set it up so that the novel would be read

before I got to hide the disc that is evidence.

That disc and case are in your room, aren't they?

Sensei!

I'm no longer a Sensei.

I'm just a plain aged man, who lost his wife

and have no energy left to do anything.

All my stories for the last 2 to 3 years were written by Mr. Haramoto.

Of course, I did a lot of fixing at the start.

But, he gradually started disliking me fixing his story,

and lately I haven't been able to say a thing about his works.

Then, finally...

Please leave everything up to me,

while you sit in the audience already,

since you've already passed over your baton.

I just couldn't forgive those words of his,

because they were so sad and so vexing.

Then, why did you steal his detective story?

I suddenly came up with the idea

that I could probably write better than he can.

But, I lost.

No matter how hard I think,

I could never figure out who the killer or what the trick is.

I guess I was never cut out to write mysteries.

Oh, the conversation with the housekeeper.

Yeah, when she tried to talk about the detective

that Mr. Haramoto thought up,

Mr. Manda interrupted her.

That's when I hit upon the idea that maybe he stole Mr. Haramoto's story.

But, there's still a mystery left.

Huh? The killer in that novel is...

No, not that.

About the collection that Mr. Haramoto said he finally completed.

Oh, that?

He was probably talking about his teeth.

What?

Ms. Ichimura the housekeeper said that

Mr. Haramoto had told her to make a dentist appointment for him today.

Remember the mirror that was in the desk?

I think that Mr. Haramoto was looking at his teeth

that were finally nicely in place at the time he was struck.

Besides, one of the pieces of the flower vase

that was found in the drawer

was a crown.

What?

Why didn't you tell something important like that to Inspector Megure?

Because I already figured out who the killer was

and besides, this had nothing to do with the case.

That's why it doesn't matter.

Next Conan's Hint:

"Marinated ginger slices from a sushi shop"

What kind of fish is a "gari"?

Oh come on, that's what marinated ginger slices are called.

Really, a moronic gink.