Thoroughly investigate and find out who the real killer is!

"Hello? Is this the ambulance? Masayoshi just killed someone—"
"Huh?"
"No wait! Someone here just had a sudden heart attack, please hurry over to this address."
It was clear that Yamamoto was extremely nervous, as he had completely slipped up.
Takeshita wasn't even dead yet.
Takeshita lay on the floor in agony while Mrs. Takeshita administered first aid following the instructions taught to her by doctors.
Finally, after about seven or eight minutes of struggling, Mrs. Takeshita collapsed to the floor in despair.
"There's... no heartbeat anymore," Mrs. Takeshita cried, covering her face.
Conan stepped forward to examine Takeshita and could only arrive at the same conclusion: he was dead.
A life had ended right before his eyes, and Masayoshi felt a deep sense of regret, especially since Takeshita had been chatting and laughing with him only a short while ago.
He said to Mrs. Takeshita, "Please accept my condolences."
Who would have thought that Mrs. Takeshita would show no appreciation whatsoever, instead screaming directly at Masayoshi, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, Takeshita would never have died!"
"Don't go talking nonsense! What does this have to do with Mr. Masayoshi? I think you've lost your mind now that Takeshita is dead!"
Before Masayoshi's flunkies could even speak, Yamamoto glared at Mrs. Takeshita with a furious expression.
His anger was something no one had anticipated.
Still seething with rage, he continued, "Remember! Takeshita's death has nothing to do with Mr. Masayoshi! I will absolutely not allow you to slander Mr. Masayoshi!"
After a brief moment of daze, Mrs. Takeshita pointed at Masayoshi and shouted,
"It was definitely his doing! He and Takeshita failed to reach a business agreement earlier, so he investigated Takeshita, found out he had a heart disease, and purposely made him watch a horror movie!
His intentions are utterly malicious—he did it entirely to trigger Takeshita's heart attack!"
Yamamoto retorted, "Mr. Masayoshi is the kindest of men; how could he possibly kill someone just because of a business disagreement?!"
"It's definitely his doing!" Mrs. Takeshita persisted, clinging to her accusation.
Faced with her malicious framing, Masayoshi offered no defense.
"Call the police," Masayoshi said expressionlessly.
Since you believe I killed someone, let Inspector Megure come over.
Let him thoroughly investigate who the real culprit is!
And who has been maliciously framing him all along.
"Call the police?"
Yamamoto's arm was still trembling.
Because of Masayoshi, he had been subscribing to the *Justice Daily* for a while, and he knew very well that there was an Inspector Megure in the Metropolitan Police Department who was also one of Masayoshi's minions.
He didn't even care about the attitude of the Superintendent of the Metropolitan Police Department; he only acknowledged Masayoshi.
Could calling the police really lead to a good outcome?
Yet, since Masayoshi had already given the order, he naturally had to follow his instructions.
Otherwise, the one lying on the floor wouldn't just be Takeshita.
Damn Yamashita, how could that bastard take so long in the restroom?
Did he really think he could escape Masayoshi's pursuit just by running away? That was far too naive.
Although the police had serious shortcomings in their investigative abilities, they were still quite fast when it came to responding to emergency calls.
Inspector Megure, who was the first to arrive at the scene, furrowed his brow the moment he laid eyes on Masayoshi.
Yamamoto also noticed Inspector Megure's expression. Seeing someone's expression change so drastically just at the sight of Masayoshi—who could possibly believe you weren't in cahoots with him?
Mrs. Takeshita, however, didn't seem to be a seasoned reader of the *Justice Daily*. Upon seeing the police, she immediately made her accusation to Inspector Megure:
"It was him, he's the one who killed my husband."
"Please calm down," Sato said in a soothing voice to help Mrs. Takeshita compose herself.
Perhaps because they were both women, Mrs. Takeshita's tone softened slightly.
She slowly recounted Takeshita's history of heart disease to Sato, as well as the recent conflicts between Masayoshi and Takeshita.
For Masayoshi to invite someone with a heart condition to watch a horror movie was indeed extremely suspicious.
Inspector Megure asked Masayoshi, "Do you have anything to say?"
"Nothing to say." Masayoshi spread his hands and wore an indifferent smile.
He smiled and said, "I believe the police and the detectives will clear my name."
Inspector Megure frowned and instructed Takagi, "Takagi, go prepare a cup of coffee."
"Huh?" Takagi wore a puzzled expression.
"Hurry up!"
"Yes!"
Inspector Megure looked at Masayoshi sternly.
As long as he maintained a clear head, he wouldn't inexplicably become one of Masayoshi's minions.
After Takagi brought the coffee over, Masayoshi took it quite naturally, took a small sip, and complained to Takagi with dissatisfaction,
"Next time just prepare tea. Coffee is too bitter, I don't like it."
Takagi looked at Masayoshi at a complete loss. That was the coffee he had prepared for Inspector Megure!
Yamamoto stood on the sidelines, shivering.
As expected, everyone inside the Metropolitan Police Department consisted of Masayoshi's minions and lacklings.
The principal hasn't even started speaking yet, and his subordinates already know how to prepare drinks for Masayoshi.
Inspector Megure's mouth opened, but he closed it again helplessly.
Forget it, forget it.
Chief Forensic Examiner Chosokabe witnessed this scene and felt a deep sense of fierce competition.
姜还是老的辣—姜 indeed gets hotter the older it is; when Inspector Megure gets serious, he is far more formidable than a young man like himself.
"The deceased had a history of heart disease, correct?" Forensic Examiner Chosokabe asked Mrs. Takeshita.
"Yes." Mrs. Takeshita nodded.
Chosokabe said, "Give me his doctor's phone number. I need to ask him for more information regarding the deceased.
Also, to determine the exact cause of death, I need your permission to 'move' the deceased's body."
"Y-Yes."
Seeing that the forensic examiner seemed very professional, Mrs. Takeshita gave Takeshita's doctor's number with a trembling voice.
After glancing at Kogoro Mouri, Chosokabe walked over to the deceased.
Since he couldn't rival Inspector Megure in the art of interpersonal relations, he would use his professional expertise to elevate Young Master Masayoshi's impression of him!
With himself, Inspector Megure, and Kogoro Mouri—the three of them joining forces—he truly couldn't imagine what kind of crime could possibly be pinned on Young Master Masayoshi.
Kogoro Mouri stroked his mustache for a long time, yet not a single police officer came over to ask for his opinion on the case.
This left him extremely unsatisfied.
He was a great detective, after all! Did they really not consult a detective when working on a case?
"Ahem, let me share my perspective," Kogoro Mouri said after a cough.
Inspector Megure frowned and said to Mouri, "Brother Mouri, please have faith in the police's capabilities. We are fully capable of investigating the cause of death ourselves."
The corners of Mouri's mouth twitched.
What do you mean by "you can do it yourselves"? Which time hasn't it been thanks to me that you solved the case?
Mouri waved his hand grandly, pointed at Masayoshi, and declared, "I already know who the real culprit is! The culprit is none other than Sumiyoshi Masayoshi!"
Masayoshi leaned against the wall, stirred his coffee with a spoon, and gently blew away the rising steam.
Kogoro Mouri was baring his teeth again.