"Mr. Niikura, you have always been called the successor of Councillor Takada, but Councillor Takada has no intention of retiring, so you couldn't wait and contacted Shiro Hiraoka to prepare this plan. Shiro Hiraoka was pushed down the stairs to his death, but you couldn't find the motor he had hidden, so you came up with an idea, which was to put the remote control in Mr. Ishimoto's office. Am I right?"
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Tsuneaki Niikura applauded and said, "Excellent reasoning, but Mr. Mouri, where is the evidence? I admit that your reasoning is excellent, but without evidence, everything is useless."Conan frowned when he heard this, but continued, "You are a very cunning person. You must not have left even the slightest fingerprint. That's what it look like. But I think you should still remember that last night, when you were exchanging business cards with someone, you dropped the remote control. At that time, you put the battery of the remote control back with empty hands."
"What?!"
Tsuneaki Niikura exclaimed in disbelief.
Conan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the other party hadn't noticed. He then said, "It seems you've remembered, Mr. Niikura. Yes, your fingerprints are on that battery."
"How could this be? How could this be?"
Tsuneaki Niikura stared at his hands in disbelief, his body limp, and he fell to his knees.
Conan emerged from the shadows and, seeing Tsuneaki Niikura's expression, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The case was finally solved. Fortunately, his fears hadn't come true.
"Mr. Niikura!"
Megure approached Tsuneaki Niikura.
Tsuneaki Niikura raised his hand to stop him, then stood up and burst into laughter.
"Hehehe... Hahahaha... Hahahahahahaha!!!!"
Megure frowned at the laughing Tsuneaki Niikura. Was he crazy? That shouldn't be possible. With his social experience and intelligence, it wouldn't make sense for him to go crazy because he couldn't accept this result.
Tsuneaki Shinkura stopped laughing and said, "My performance just now was great, wasn't it? Mr. Mouri, your reasoning is indeed excellent and brilliant, but unfortunately, there is no way that there is my fingerprint on the battery, because the remote control is not mine. If you don't believe it, just let the police conduct an inspection. I believe the police will give me a satisfactory answer."
"What?!"
Conan was shocked when he heard this. Could it be that Tsuneaki Shinkura really discovered the problem with the battery and took the initiative to replace the battery or wipe off the fingerprints on the battery?
Tsuneaki Shinkura looked at Megure and said, "Officer Megure, let your men come over quickly and check whether there is my fingerprint in the remote control. I don't have much time to waste here with you."
"I'll call right away."
Megure didn't hesitate and immediately took out his phone to make a call.
Seeing this, Tsuneaki Niikura looked around at everyone here, then looked at Kenichi Shibata and said, "This remote control is now in Mr. Shibata's hand, and there are Mr. Shibata's fingerprints on it. Mr. Shibata was at the banquet last night, and Mr. Shibata can't explain where he went for that hour. I think the criminal must be you, Mr. Shibata."
Upon hearing this, Kenichi Shibata immediately retorted, "I didn't kill anyone at all. Councillor Takata and I have no grudge against each other. Why would I kill him?"
Tsuneaki Niikura said, "You have no grudge against Councillor Takata, but you do have a grudge against President Ishimoto, so it is very likely that you did this to frame President Ishimoto."
Kenichi Shibata defended himself, "If I really wanted to frame him, why would I take the remote control from his office?"
"I've seen this kind of thief crying thief many times,"
Tsuyoshi Niikura said. He then addressed Megure, who had just finished his call, "Officer Megure, Mr. Shibata is a prime suspect in the murder of Congressman Takata. You police must not let Congressman Takata's death be in vain. I will be following up on this case."
Megure said gravely, "Secretary Niikura, don't worry about how our police will handle this case."
Tsuyoshi Niikura smiled, "Officer Megure, if the death of a House of Representatives member remains unsolved, your police force will be under tremendous pressure. As Congressman Takata's successor, I will avenge him. For the sake of justice, I will pursue this case to its conclusion and urge you to solve it."
Megure added, "Don't worry, Secretary Niikura. The Metropolitan Police Department naturally has its own procedures for handling this case."
Tsuyoshi Niikura smiled, but said nothing more.
Shibata Kenichi was filled with anger and anxiety. He hadn't expected to find any evidence against Seiji Ishimoto, and he might even be implicated himself. How despicable.
Conan frowned and thought about the whole case. Since Tsuneaki Shinkura dared to let the inspectors from the Metropolitan Police Department come for inspection, it meant that there would be no fingerprints of his on the battery, otherwise everything would be meaningless. Therefore, he wanted to go over the case again to see if he could find any other evidence.
Aizen walked over to Conan and whispered, "Conan, it seems you've failed."
Conan frowned and nodded, then asked, "Aizen, do you have any evidence?"Aizen said, "What evidence could I have? I thought you were fine. Besides, my thinking is similar to yours, and you're even ahead of me. This time, it looks like Tsuneaki Niikura is going to get away with it. He's such a meticulous guy."
Conan said, "I'm worried he'll pin the blame on Mr. Shibata and close the case, so he can get away with it."
Aizen said, "I'm actually more worried about him suing Master Mouri. Don't forget, if the evidence isn't solid, he can sue Master Mouri for defamation. Plus, with his identity, Master Mouri is definitely going to be in big trouble this time. You've really screwed him." "
This is indeed a big problem."
Conan covered his forehead with his hand. If Tsuneaki Niikura really sued Kogoro Mouri, not only would his reputation be severely damaged, but he would also have to pay a large sum of money in compensation. It's no small matter.
Time passed as Conan and Aizen talked. A few minutes later, inspectors from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived with tools and a remote control, conducting fingerprint identification on the scene.
This kind of work didn't take long, and the results were soon available. Except for a few people who knew the answer, everyone else looked at the inspector, waiting for him to announce the results.