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We came to a bunny girl club called the Black Rabbit Restaurant to meet the old man's client.
But once there...
Asakura Yuri (25) Employee
What?
You found arsenic in Yuri-san's drink?
Yeah.
I-It was me.
Someone was trying to poison me,
Morooka Gunzo Rich Man
but Yuri-chan drank it instead.
You're saying Morooka-san was worried about something?
Yes. That's what his bodyguards out in the parking lot told me.
Fukamachi Atsufumi (72) Morooka's Butler
Murakami Sana (28) Employee
Lately he'd been acting strange.
He'd suddenly lose and gain weight, and was frequently tripping and injuring himself.
But, Mori-kun...
An injury?
Miyano Clinic
Well, I'm leaving now.
Can I come back if I get hurt again?
No. We don't treat boys who fight.
What?
But if it's an honorable injury suffered while making up with the friend you fought with,
then I'll at least put a bandage on you.
I see.
So that's how it is.
Right now at this moment, light pierces the darkness!
Overcome all limits with your cool reasoning skills!
Amuro's memory and a poisoned glass!
The trick is one both telling and surprising!
Always determining the one truth
with the body of a child and the mind of an adult,
his name is Detective Conan!
The Unsolved Cocktail Case
"The Unsolved Cocktail Case, Part Three!"
Excuse me, Detective Takagi.
Yes?
I found a fake nail.
I thought it might be Yuri-san's.
It has lilies on it.
Oh, yeah. That's one of Yuri-chan's fake nails.
Where did you find it?
The thing is, I seem to have stepped on it somewhere.
It was stuck to the bottom of my boot.
That's why it's so damaged. Sorry.
It must've come off when Yuri-san collapsed.
It couldn't be helped.
Hey, miss.
Does Yuri-san always wear those fake nails?
Yeah, she does.
I suggested she wear some different ones sometimes,
but she insisted it was her trademark.
Really?
Today has been an awful day.
Awful how?
I unfortunately stepped on Yuri-san's fake nail,
and I dropped my wallet at some point.
Your wallet?
Yeah, but apparently Amuro-san found it in front of the bathroom.
Amuro-san did?
What about me?
Nothing.
Well, you couldn't help stepping on a fake nail that fell on the floor.
It's not like we're walking around with magnifying glasses, Sherlock Holmes-style.
That's it.
They could've used that.
That's why the culprit was able to poison Yuri-san's glass.
They used her fake nails as a target.
How many times do I have to tell you, Inspector?
It's true that I passed by Yuri-chan while she was holding her glass...
Excuse me, coming through.
But it was only for a moment.
I couldn't have poisoned her glass.
I couldn't have poisoned it either.
I just bumped into her and spilled wine on her.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't have time to poison her glass.
I wasn't wearing my glasses when she set her glass on the table.
I-I'm sorry.
It suddenly starting ringing while I was checking my messages.
Even if I wanted to poison her glass, I didn't know which one was hers.
So why don't you let us go so we can visit her in the hospital?
I'm worried about her.
I understand your concern, but you're just a customer.
Why are you so worried?
B-Because... I'm a regular of hers.
So you say, but maybe she was actually pushing for marriage,
and you want to watch the girl you poisoned out of desperation die?
I-I...
Maybe he wants to go to finish her off.
Are you talking about yourself?
If she dies, you'll become the restaurant's top earner.
Then the restaurant will pay you a big bonus, right?
So, what?
Are you saying I poisoned Yuri for that?
I heard from Yuri-chan...
I heard you're struggling to pay for your seriously ill father's surgery!
Didn't I tell ya?
Don't worry 'bout the money.
Just focus on gettin' better.
I'll do somethin' 'bout the money for the surgery.
What? At least I'm not an old man who was trying to pay her to stop contacting him!
Pay her? What are you talking about?
Don't play dumb.
Some of the girls saw your butler over there trying to pay off Yuri.
Sounds like she turned him down, though.
What's she talking about, Fukamachi-kun?
I, uh...
In any case...
The three of you will remain here for questioning for a while.
After all, you're the only ones who could have poisoned Yuri-san's glass.
But, Inspector Megure...
I don't think the rich man did it.
Rich man? You mean Morooka-san?
Yeah.
Why do you think that?
He passed by Yuri-san while heading to his car parked outside the restaurant
to get his butler's glasses, right?
Yeah.
When we talked to the bodyguards by his car earlier,
they said the rich man just came with Kogoro-no-ojisan to get the glasses.
They didn't notice anything strange at all.
Anything strange?
If I poisoned Yuri-san's glass,
I would definitely be checking the time or glancing at the restaurant,
thinking she must've drunk the poison by now
and there must be a huge commotion inside the restaurant.
Y-You're right.
The same thing goes for that bunny girl.
Even if she poisoned Yuri-san when she spilled wine on her,
when Yuri-san covered her glass with a coaster
and went to the changing room to change her stained cuffs,
she wandered off somewhere to answer a call from a customer.
Hello, Adachi-san?
Hello again.
I'm sorry, but we're full right now.
A table should open up in about an hour.
If it were me, I wouldn't leave, no matter what.
After all, someone else might accidentally drink from the poisoned glass.
I-I see.
Right?
Don't you agree?
U-Uh, yeah.
Which leaves the man sitting by Yuri-san's glass the whole time.
It could only have been you, Fukamachi Atsufumi-san the butler.
Weren't you listening to what Fukamachi-kun said?
He wasn't wearing his glasses when she set her glass on the table.
How was he able to identify her glass and poison it?
Fukamachi-san had something on him that could substitute for glasses.
What?
Substitute for glasses?
Is that true?
No. I was just checking my messages on my phone then.
Hear that? He says the only thing he had was his phone.
Yes, so...
Wow!
Phones are amazing!
Conan-kun, they're in the middle of an important conversation.
Yeah, but if I use the camera on the phone and zoom in
I can clearly see you all the way down to your fingertips.
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