Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 190: The winner is decided from the start

Time quickly came to the next day.

"Hey, Xiaolan, isn't it fun to be a princess?"

Princess Mira, wearing the uniform of Teitan High School, walked up to Ran Mouri with a bright smile on her face, her eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, and asked with a relaxed look.

Mao Lilan smiled bitterly and shook her head after hearing this, with a hint of fatigue in her tone: "It's not fun at all. It's not as fun as I imagined."

"Hahaha, you're not angry, are you?" Princess Mira teased with a smile, with a hint of joking in her tone.

"No!" Xiaolan shook her head with a gentle smile on her face.

Princess Mira was stunned for a moment, and her tone became more serious: "Why? Why aren't you angry that I got you involved in this fight?"

Mao Lilan sighed softly, lowered her head, and said casually: "Because I also have responsibilities. If I hadn't fantasized about being a princess and exchanged clothes with you, I wouldn't be here today. And..."

She raised her head and looked at Princess Mira, revealing an apologetic smile: "I just hope you won't be angry later..."

"what?"

Princess Mira was stunned, completely confused by Xiaolan's words. Her mind was blank and she had no idea what she meant.

Before she could ask, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

Conan and Maori Kogoro walked in and interrupted their conversation. Chen Shuo sat on the sofa and looked at Conan calmly.

He asked calmly, "Found it?"

Conan adjusted his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light, and answered with certainty: "Yes, it's not difficult."

Chen Shuo nodded, a slight sneer on his face: "If that's the case... then we can begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded in the room, and then the alarm quickly spread throughout the palace.

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The entrance to the palace.

Mine Fujiko, dressed in a professional suit and high heels, stood in front of the magnificent gate, smiling brightly and proudly.

Her voice was filled with her usual charm and teasing: "Sorry~~ Lupin, you will be arrested in my place."

Meanwhile, in the palace's treasury.

Lupin sat on the cold floor in a mess, trying to fiddle with the lock of the cell with a strange tool in his hand, but it was obviously not working.

He raised his head, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, and said in a funny tone: "Hey! Dimension! I'm trapped..."

On the other side, in the Duke's office.

Duke Girard sat behind a large mahogany desk with a confident smile on his face.

He folded his hands over his chest and ordered calmly, "The location is in the east room. Is everything ready?"

The guards in the room responded in unison and began to carry out the order quickly.

For a moment, the entire palace was in turmoil and undercurrents were surging.

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Imperial Palace East Courtyard

"Is this okay, Officer Qian Xing?" Duke Girard folded his hands with a calm and decent smile on his face.

"According to your request, everyone who was present in the palace after that is now here! The palace is also surrounded by layers of security. No one can leave without receiving orders."

Qian Xing coughed lightly and turned to face everyone present with a serious and determined expression: "Very good, thank you very much, Duke Girard. Ahem."

He walked to the center of the room and said in a loud voice, "Everyone, we have gathered here because the international thief Lupin has just stolen the Besbania's national treasure - the Queen's Crown.

And now, he should be among us here! Or hiding somewhere in the palace, so I hope everyone can cooperate with the investigation and catch this notorious thief."

His words caused a murmur among the crowd, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Conan, who was standing aside, secretly glanced at the policeman who had only appeared once at breakfast, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hidden smile.

I thought to myself, "Sorry, officer, now is not the time to arrest Lupin."

He gently patted the calf of Maori Kogoro who was standing in front of him. Maori Kogoro lowered his head slightly, glanced at Conan, and instantly understood what he meant. The tacit understanding between the two did not require any words.

"Officer Qian Xing!" Maori Kogoro stood up and interrupted Qian Xing. His tone was calm but carried a kind of majesty that could not be refused: "Before we start investigating Lupin, I want to talk about another thing first. That is about the unfortunate death of the queen and the prince!"

Qian Xing was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said hesitantly, "Ah... Oh~~ Of course, this is indeed a more important matter."

Kogoro Mouri slowly retreated with steady steps, leaning against the place where Conan was hiding behind him, concealing the little boy's figure.

His voice was low but clear, and every word seemed to strike a chord with the heart: "That day, when Prince Gil was aiming at a fox under the cherry tree and shooting, the fox suddenly escaped, and the prince shot the queen, leading to this tragedy. Duke Girard, is this what you said at the time?"

Duke Girard was slightly taken aback, then nodded and replied, "Yes, that's right. Afterwards, that kid Gil snatched my revolver and shot himself. This has been confirmed. What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Maori Kogoro raised the corner of his mouth with a barely perceptible smile, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Of course, Prince Jill who committed suicide held the gun with his right hand, right?"

Duke Girard frowned and nodded, "That's right."

"Okay then!" Maori Kogoro stepped forward and pointed to his temple, his tone a bit cold. "He aimed at his right temple and pulled the trigger with his right hand... Looks normal, doesn't it?"

He paused, turned his gaze to Princess Mira who was standing beside him, and suddenly asked, "Princess Mira, what do you think?"

This sudden question caused a moment of dead silence. Princess Mira's eyes widened slightly, and she turned her head, staring intently at Girard. Her voice trembled but was incredibly firm: "Brother... He's left-handed!!"

Maori Kogoro smiled slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "Oh? In that case, which master killed the prince first, and then made him hold the gun in his right hand to fake a suicide? Moreover, why did he think the prince was right-handed?"

Princess Mira took a deep breath, her tone filled with anger and sorrow: "That's because only my mother and I know about this matter. My brother will inherit the throne in the future.

Since childhood, his mother taught his brother that he must use his right hand to do things in front of others, saying that this is the etiquette of the royal family.

Even though my brother kept complaining, he always used his right hand in front of others. Only when there was no one around, or when something urgent happened, would he forget and rely on instinct to use his left hand...

……

After some reasoning and Mira's testimony, the clues gradually formed a complete chain.

Under the relentless pressure of Kogoro Mori and with the hard evidence before him, Girard finally fell silent.

After a moment, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly laughed out loud: "Hahahaha..."

He slowly raised his hands, as if giving up the struggle, but his inner madness was revealed in his laughter.

"That's right! I did it! Because this country doesn't need weaklings like you! If my sister had accepted my proposal and let me mine the ore, there's no way I would have killed her!"

His eyes widened, his face filled with anger and unwillingness, and his voice was filled with crazy obsession.

"That woman... she doesn't understand the value of those minerals at all! They're the foundation that could make the Kingdom of Besbania a powerful nation! And yet, she blocked my plan for the sake of some circumstance or tradition! Damn woman, people like that... deserve to die!!"

As he spoke, Girard waved his arms violently, a fierce look flashing in his eyes: "Then - you too, go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, the whole atmosphere suddenly became tense.

However, after a few seconds, the expected gunshots did not rang out.

"Huh?" The smug smile on Girard's face froze, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

He looked around and waited for a long time, but the sniper he arranged never fired a shot.

"What's going on?!" Girard murmured in a low voice, with anxiety in his voice.

His face turned pale in an instant, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

He finally realized that he seemed to have been completely tricked.

"Are you looking for those snipers you posted?"

Chen Shuo slowly stepped forward, staring at Girard expressionlessly, his tone cold and ruthless: "They should have gone to hell..."

Girard's pupils shrank and his face turned pale instantly.

He clenched his teeth, his hands trembled slightly, and fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. It was obvious that he found it difficult to accept this sudden news.

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The scene changes to the high platform of the palace.

"Wow! Are you Mr. Jigen Daisuke? You're amazing!"

Chianti held the sniper rifle in both hands and looked at the man in front of him with admiration, his eyes shining, as if he was looking at an idol.

As a top sniper, she naturally knew the name of Jigen Daisuke, who was a well-known figure in the world of gunmen.

"Hahaha! It's a piece of cake!"

Jigen Daisuke scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

He wasn't very good at dealing with women, especially those who expressed their admiration as openly as Chianti, and could only force a smile to try to ease his discomfort.

He took advantage of the situation and performed a gun dance in an attempt to divert the other party's attention.

"I cut down a lot of boring things..."

On the other side, Ishikawa Goemon stood at the other end of the platform, slowly sheathing his long sword, his tone cold and arrogant, as if the battle just now was just a boring acrobatics.

The blade slightly reflected the moonlight, carrying a solemn and murderous aura, appearing quite impressive.

Cohen stood not far away, holding a sniper rifle in his hand, looking at Ishikawa Goemon silently, his eyes as cold as usual, with no intention of communicating at all.

The scene suddenly fell into a subtle awkward atmosphere. Chianti shifted his gaze from Jigen Daisuke to look at Cohen, only to find that the other party still had a stone face and he didn't know what to say.

The air on the platform was calm, but the unsuspected massacre had already completely wiped out the snipers deployed by Girard. Clearly, the outcome of this battle had been determined from the outset.