Detective Conan (名探偵コナン)

While the old man was watching the horse races

on TV and checking his payout tickets,

we found a dark horse payout ticket he didn't recall buying.

Maybe when he dropped his wallet,

he picked up someone else's ticket and put it in his wallet?

I could've accidentally added another digit.

All right, tonight we're having sushi for dinner, sushi!

We're heading to Beika Irohazushi next door!

So the elated old man dragged us to Beika Irohazushi,

the restaurant next to the detective agency,

where we met an unfamiliar employee.

Anyway, I don't recognize you.

Are you new?

Yeah.

I'm Wakita Kanenori, a cook.

I'm not the type of guy to settle down in one place.

I eventually ended up here.

I'm what you'd call a drifter.

I see.

As we finished eating and were settling our bill,

a woman ran into the restaurant, claiming her pouch had been stolen from her on a full train.

Using the GPS on the phone in her pouch,

she tracked it down to Irohazushi.

Based on the timing, apparently someone in the restaurant was the thief.

Furthermore...

Hijirisawa Suzuyo (47) Victim of Theft

Just how much was stolen?

None of the money in my wallet was stolen.

Then who cares?

But the ticket I had with my cash is missing!

My dark horse payout ticket worth a million yen!

What?

Hey, Dad.

Huh?

Maybe the ticket you picked up belongs to that woman.

You idiot.

There's no way.

It was stolen about an hour ago.

I was watching the races in my office around then.

But the TV broadcast of the races ended about 50 minutes ago.

Since you were out buying tickets, you only saw the last race.

An little over an hour ago, you would've been near the ticket booth.

I-I guess you could say that.

Maybe the thief was in a rush to redeem the ticket,

ran into you, and dropped it.

I-I guess you could say that.

And you picked it up and put it in your wallet.

M-Maybe you...

You can't be serious, idiots!

Come to think of it, Kogoro-san, didn't you have a winning dark horse ticket?

Yikes!

Why don't we make this a contest?

A contest?

Let's see which of us can find the thief first.

B-But there wasn't any blood on anyone's sleeve.

Doesn't that make this an unsolvable case?

Dad!

Wh-What's your problem?

I was joking.

That's odd, though.

It's strange that that woman's blood wasn't on anyone's sleeve.

But why did the thief leave the stolen pouch in the bathroom?

A professional thief would've taken the money

and left the incriminating wallet in a nearby trashcan.

So why did they bring it into Irohazushi?

Feel that bright morning sunlight!

Saturday is when the love and cases start!

A chef and the old man have a detective showdown!

Who hid the dark horse payout ticket?

Always determining the one truth

with the body of a child and the mind of an adult,

his name is Detective Conan!

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Beika Irohazushi

Since the stolen pouch was left in this bathroom,

is there some significance specific to Irohazushi?

Or would any sushi restaurant have worked?

It's that young man's first time at this restaurant.

Harashima Tsunetaka (25) Customer

I'll have the nigiri special, some chawanmushi...

And a cola.

Hey.

What is it?

Where's your bathroom?

The bathroom's back there.

Thank you.

The man sitting next to him seems to have been here before.

The regular nigiri and an oolong tea.

Munechika Tameshige (42) Customer

Also, do you have the limited availability seasonal grilled fish today, too?

And that woman seems to be a regular.

What'll it be, miss?

The usual.

And what would that be?

You know, the usual.

Huh? Where's the regular guy?

He got hurt in a traffic accident.

Ashino Natsume (33) Customer

Oh, really?

In that case, I'd like a highball and seafood chirashi.

Extra sea urchin, salmon roe, and wasabi.

You got it.

Hey.

Waiter, I've been wondering...

What is it?

Why won't this guy show me his sleeves?!

Who, me?

Yeah, you.

Aren't you a suspect, too?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I can't listen to this!

That's enough nonsense out of you!

The great Mori Kogoro would never stoop to stealing!

Come on, sir. Show her.

Prove you're innocent.

Stains on your sleeve?

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

I-I just happened to spill some soy sauce on myself earlier.

Take a closer look.

It's more soy sauce colored than blood colored, right?

And see?

He's telling the truth.

It even smells like soy sauce.

But it sounds like he's making excuses.

No, seriously. It's true.

Because he's not totally innocent.

Enough!

Just confess already!

Who did it?!

Who stole my pouch on the train?!

I didn't even take the train today.

I walked here.

I-I took the bus.

I don't like full trains.

I took a taxi.

It's just the base fare from my office to here.

Then I don't have a choice.

It was careless of me to celebrate my dark horse payout ticket on the train.

I was willing to forgive you if you came clean.

But now I'll have to go through the police.

And I'm sure you'd prefer to get the police involved

so you can erase all doubt, right?

Involved... and erase?

That's it! I forgot!

The police will only have to search your belongings.

After all,

the person who has either a million yen in cash

or the stolen dark horse ticket on them is the thief.

Actually, there's no need to call the police.

The thief's already a carp on a cutting board.

All that's left is for me to name them and for them to confess.

N-Name the thief?

You mean you know who did it?

I sure do.

I know who stole your pouch on the train,

brazenly came to eat sushi at this restaurant,

and hid that pouch in the bathroom.

Then you must have figured that out, too.

Figured what out?

When my pouch was stolen, I grabbed the thief's sleeve

with my finger wrapped in a bloodstained band-aid.

But for some reason that blood wasn't on anyone's sleeve.

Of course.

The thief passed through this restaurant's shop curtains to erase that blood.

But I'm sure Kogoro-san has already figured that out.

Huh?

Let's leave the mystery solving to the professionals.

Let's see one of your detective shows.

I-I have no idea what you're talking about.

Seriously? So the Sleeping Kogoro's nothing special.

What?

I learned a lot about food while working as a chef.

Miss.

Yes?

Do you know why they put ginger in ginger fried pork?

Um...

It's not because it's called ginger fried pork.

B-Because it tastes better?

That's not the only reason.

Ginger breaks down proteins.

They put it in to soften the meat.

And protein is found in blood, too.

It's difficult to wash bloodstains out of clothes

because the proteins in them stick to the fibers.

If you wash bloodstained clothes with ginger juice,

the stains will come right out.

Really? I'll try it next time.

Wait. Doesn't that mean...?

That's right.

We serve thinly sliced ginger pickled in sweet vinegar.

So the man who ordered a mountain of pickled ginger...

That makes you the thief.

When you went to the bathroom to hide the pouch hidden in your jacket,

didn't you pour the juice from the pickled ginger on your sleeve to wash out the stain?

H-Hold on!

I seriously didn't steal anything!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't play dumb!

Didn't you say you wanted to leave because there's a show you want to watch?