Chapter 1417: The Baseball Player's Enmity

March 7, Sunday, after ten o'clock in the morning, Naha City.

The Irabu police officer told the reporter about the incident. At around 9:35 in the morning, a passer-by saw a man in a raincoat running out of the bushes by the side of the road and fell to the ground.

They stepped forward to help, only to find that the man was Neng Snob. Although he was washed away by the rain, it was still possible to see that his chest and abdomen were covered in blood.

After the ambulance arrived, the doctor confirmed that No Snob San had died of blood loss due to being stabbed several times in the chest and abdomen, and handed No Snob San's body to the police.

According to the time of No Snob San's death, the murderer committed the crime at around 9:30 in the morning.

The killer's murder weapon, the bloody coat, was left at the scene. The murder weapon was a short knife, and the bloody coat was a raincoat.

The Irabu police officer said: "At present, no witnesses have been found, that's it."

Mao Li asked: "So, there are no clues?"

"It must be an acquaintance." Conan said.

"Don't interrupt." Maori said angrily.

"Let him discuss it." Tokashiki Police Department said with a smile, "We need to listen to different opinions."

Conan said: "Mr. Nose is so big, if the prisoner forces him to go to the bushes, he will definitely resist."

"Idiot, maybe the prisoner is holding a pistol." Maori said, "No matter how strong he is, he can only be obedient."

"Pistol?" Tokashiki Police Department asked, "Mr. Mori, why do you say that?"

"I guess, nine out of ten people who killed Mr. Nose were members of violent organizations," Maori said, "The reason is to gamble underground."

Tokashiki Police Department agreed: "It makes sense."

"That," Masaharu Motoyama said, "Speaking of which, Nose said that he had received a threatening letter, saying that he was asked to lose on purpose, otherwise he would be rude to him."

"There is such a thing?" Mao Li checked automatically, "Could it be that you came to me to threaten the letter? Why didn't I hear Neng Shi mention it yesterday?"

"No, no, Maori Detective, you have misunderstood. We are not looking for you for threatening letters." Motoyama Masaharu said, "Because you can't control it at all."

"What?" Maori was a little annoyed.

"Don't be angry, Maori Detective, I didn't mean to belittle you, because no one knows if they will really do it, or when they will do it. Even if Maori Detective is willing to provide free services, you will not Maybe you have been following the power 24 hours a day, isn't it?" Motoyama Masaharu said, "Speaking of which, even the police can't do anything about it."

"That's true," Molly sighed.

Tokashiki Police Department asked: "Mr. Motoyama, when did the threatening letter you mentioned come about?"

"It will happen after the next year, so the letter should have been thrown away long ago." Motoyama Masaharu said, "This is not the first time, so Nose didn't take it to heart at all. I didn't expect that something really happened this time."

Tokashiki Police Department said: "Thank you for your testimony, I will have someone investigate Mr. Nose's home."...

On the way back to the hotel.

Conan told Yamazaki about the incident, "What do you think?"

Yamazaki said with a smile: "Based on Uncle's unlucky reputation, there is probably only one possibility for the person who calls Uncle."

Conan said, "Alibi."

"Yes." Yamazaki said, "Just check the airline's records."

Conan said: "There are car rental records, the distance is not short, he can't run there."

"The problem is the evidence." Yamazaki said, "Even if we find out what we said, it can only prove that he has arrived a long time ago and has time to kill, but it cannot prove that he is the murderer."

"I looked at the scene carefully," Conan said, "It's a grass field."

Yamazaki asked, "Oh, are there any footprints?"

"Didn't see it.

Conan laughed, "However, it can be said that it has." "

"You want to trick him?" Yamazaki asked.

"Yeah, what do you think?" Conan asked.

"I don't think the shoes he's wearing now are the ones he wore when he committed the crime." Yamazaki said, "It's impossible for him to change shoes here at the scene."

"I don't think he won't have another pair of shoes," Conan said, "and shoes are hard to destroy, he doesn't have time, so he must have thrown the shoes he committed the crime somewhere, as long as we can let him I believe that the police will have no evidence if the shoes are destroyed, and he will definitely take us to find the shoes when he is worried."

"You can try it," Yamazaki said, "and then bet that someone saw him when he threw the shoe, or that the shoe can prove that the shoe is his evidence."

"No," Conan said with a smile, "whoever can find the shoes must be the murderer."

"Forget it," Yamazaki said angrily, "If he can't prove that the shoe is his, then he has to insist that it was an accident, and the police can't help it."

"Let's talk about this later." Conan said, "In short, find the shoes first. Without shoes, it's useless to say anything."

"That's true." Yamazaki said with a smile, "Then, I'll tell Uncle at lunch time, let Uncle try and see if he can be fooled."

"It's okay to be a thief with a guilty conscience." Conan said with a smile. ...

Hotel, coffee shop.

Mei Daizi, Yuanzi, and Lan were greatly surprised when they heard that Neng Snob was stabbed to death by the roadside.

"How could this be?" Lan didn't believe it.

"Fortunately, I have already got my signature," Sonoko said.

"Based on Uncle Maori's usual unlucky luck, whoever came to Uncle Maori is the murderer." Mei Daizi said to Masaharu Motoyama, "Is the murderer you? If so, you should surrender yourself as soon as possible. Uncle Maori is very awesome."

Mei Daizi's words made Lan and Yuanzi look at Masaharu Motoyama together.

"I wasn't the murderer," Masaharu Motoyama said, "I was on the plane at the time, so it was impossible for me to commit the murder."

"Who said, maybe it came here first through other means." Yuanzi said, "Tell me about the flight you are taking, and you can find out if you are on it just by checking."

"Don't bother, Mr. Mori can testify." Masaharu Motoyama said.

"Are you guilty of saying that?" Mei Daizi asked.

Maori was also a little skeptical, "Mr. Benshan, where is your air ticket, just take it out and have a look."

Masaharu Motoyama said with a wry smile: "My travel expenses are fixed, so I don't need to take the stub of the ticket for reimbursement, so I just threw the ticket in the trash when I came out."

Yamazaki brought the flight schedule from the hotel and pointed to a flight to Mei Daizi, "He should be taking this ANA flight."

Mei Daizi went to the side and called Fujii Takako. Fujii Takako found a boarding list with the same name on the grounds of ANA to confirm whether there was someone named Motoyama Masaharu in the boarding list through Speed ​​Airlines.

When Mei Daizi came back to tell everyone the results of the investigation, Motoyama Masaharu's expression became uneasy.

Maori asked: "Mr. Benshan, please tell me, what is going on?"

"You know it without saying anything." Sonoko smiled, "He must have been in Okinawa a long time ago, and then he went to kill Mr. Nose, and then slipped to Naha Airport to meet the uncle, pretending to have just got off the plane, and let the uncle You help with the alibi."

"Mr. Benshan, please explain, why?" Maori asked.

"I..." Motoyama Masaharu hesitated

Maori asked: "Mr. Benshan!"

Masaharu Motoyama smiled wryly, "I didn't expect that this trick of mine can't even hide from little girls."

"It's really you?" Maori was overjoyed, solving a well-known incident.

"Wrong, I'm not a little girl." Sonoko smiled proudly, "I'm a high school girl detective."

"But, Mr. Benshan, why is this?" Lan asked, "Why did you do this? Aren't you and Mr. Nose good friends?"

"Good friend?" Masaharu Motoyama said in pain, "I regard Nose as a good friend, but he, a scumbag, never regards me as a good friend."

"Scum?" Maori asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I was also a baseball player in the past. I was very talented, and I was on par with the team. Later, I had to quit professional football due to injury, but I didn't want to leave baseball, so I became a reporter." Masaharu Motoyama said painfully , "Do you know why I was hurt? It's all because of energy."

"How come?" Maori asked, "Have you been together for many years?"

"Yeah, we've been together for a long time, so long that Nengshi has forgotten how he treated me back then, that's why Nengshi casually said that in front of my face," Motoyama Masaharu said bitterly, "'Destroy a young baseball player, just tell him he's flawed and he'll go through practice over and over and end up hurting himself'."

Mei Daizi asked: "Isn't it true that Nengshi is so bad?"

"It's my own fault too. I was really ignorant at the time, and I didn't know how to guard against others at all," Masaharu Motoyama laughed at himself. "In fact, I have always been, so I was deceived by power for so many years."

Maori said, "So you killed him."

"As long as I think of someone like him trying to break the national record, I can't stand it," Masaharu Motoyama clenched his fist and said, "If Nose didn't kill me back then, the person who broke the national record and became famous all over the world should be Masaharu Motoyama That's right."

"No," Maori sighed, "No matter what, Mr. Benshan, you are not qualified to break the national record."

"What did you say!" Motoyama Masaharu was a little angry.

"You got cheated, it's really pitiful, but the relief pitcher is the last hope of the team, maybe you lose badly, and you will be abused indiscriminately, but the next game must return to normal Heart, stand on the pitcher's soil," Maori said, "A guy like you who can kill people once he loses his ego is impossible to shoulder the fate of the entire team."

"Well said, Dad." Lan supported.

"These are two different things." Motoyama Masaharu shouted, "You only think that killing people is wrong, but Nose has already killed my dream, so what? I also suspect that Nose is involved in match-fixing and gambling. People like this Can a scumbag stand on the podium and be admired by thousands of people?"

"This..." Maori was speechless.

"Is there nothing to say?" Masaharu Motoyama said, "It is a great shame that the baseball organization really wants to award the trophy to someone like Nose. They should thank me for stopping him."

"Anyway, it's wrong for you to kill people." Maori said, "If Noshi's actions are as you said, you can definitely spread his story..."

"Who do I advertise to? I have no evidence at all, as long as I say it, he can easily sue me for defamation." Motoyama Masaharu said, "Mr. Mori, as a detective, I understand that you are wrong about killing people concept, but the matter between me and Nengshi, from the point of view of Buddhist causality, this is the fruit planted by Nengshi in the past. If he hadn't killed me back then, I would not kill him today, but would be with him. He stood on the podium together."

"It makes sense." Mei Daizi said, "To be fair, the two of them killed each other once."

"What's fair," Sonoko said, "One is alive and the other is dead."

"I died a long time ago," Masaharu Motoyama said sadly, "I died the moment I quit professional football."

"Well, I have nothing to say," Maori said. "Let's go to the police station."

"Let me have a full meal first." Motoyama Masaharu said.

Sonoko asked, "Uh, you won't plan to commit suicide later, will you?"

Mei Daizi said to Lan: "Satisfied ghosts."

"Don't make jokes." Lan dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, I don't want to commit suicide, at least not now." Masaharu Motoyama smiled at Maori, "Want to save me? Then go to jail with me."

Maori sweated profusely, "Don't, stop joking."...