...continuation [part 1]
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"Since Ms. Bridger was depressed because her lover died, like what the employees here said, and no proof was found that it's murder, it might really have been suicide. Case solved!" Conan was alarmed when he heard Inspt. Megure said that, and when he looked at them, they all stood up and were about to leave already.
Conan already knew the mystery behind Ann Bridger's death. So he used his stun-gun watch again to Detective Mouri.
Detective Mouri lurched for awhile, and sat again—now asleep. Conan dashed at his back and used his voice-changer bowtie to imitate Mouri's voice.
"Wait!" Conan said.
"What is it Detective Mouri?" the inspector stopped and asked.
"I already know the truth. It's murder." Conan continued.
"How can you be sure?"
"There were papers found submerged in the pond, right?"
"Right. Those were data sheets used by Ms. Bridger to record the results of her experiment with APTX 4868, according to an employee we interviewed awhile ago."
"So she was holding those papers?"
"Yes."
"If it's suicide, she would drop those papers first on the floor before jumping in the water."
"But what if she just actually fainted?" Abby asked.
"According to the autopsy, there was a small bruise on her right calf. Therefore, someone might have kicked calf causing her to fall into the pond." Conan said, still imitating Mouri's voice.
"Possibly she already got that before." Mrs. Freeman remarked.
"Some dirt we saw on her pants a while ago was aligned to her bruise. She must've seen and removed the dirt as soon as she got bruised before."
The inspector and the two women thought about it for a moment.
"But who killed her then?" Inspt. Megure then asked.
"Carl. Mrs. Freeman's son." Conan replied.
"That's impossible! We went there at the pond together!" Mrs. Freeman exclaimed.
"Probably he went at the pond ahead of you."
"Well... yes. But you have no evidence Mr. Detective!"
"Inspector, please check his son's pocket."
Inspt. Megure went to the other table where Ran, Emilie, and Carl were. He pretended to ask Emilie just to divert Carl's attention, before checking the boy's pocket immediately.
Inspt. Megure got a white handkerchief with pink, shiny stains on it. Carl was sweating profusely.
"Conan saw that when he sat beside Ran. As soon as he kicked Ms. Bridger on her calf (if you notice, her bruise and his shoe's sole were the same size), the poisonous water splashed on him. He used that hankie to wipe his self that's why it got those pink stains. Those stains were not obvious on his shirt because he's wearing black." Conan explained.
"I-is it true?" fighting back her tears, Mrs. Freeman approached and asked his son.
Carl's face was now sullen. His eyes were staring blankly on his hands. He just muttered "I was told to."
"W-w-who told you?" her mother became confused. But he couldn't reply anymore for he already expired.
—TO BE CONTINUED...