Time for the conclusion! Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the rest of this story! By the way, I know Boi doesn't seem like your typical Gothic guy, but he's more of a nice guy than anything else. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan or any of the original characters

"Get off of me!" Boi shouted as the ambulance roared away, "I'm not the one who did it! Get off me!" he squirmed under the heavy police-men.

Inspector Meguire had shown up minutes later and blocked the door,
"Sorry, people." He said to those surrounding him, "But no one leaves until this case is completely solved." With that, he turned and locked the door behind him.

Conan's eyes shot open,
'That's it! I know how Jonoko was poisoned and who did it!' Shinichi thought triumphantly as Boi began to shout again,
"Let me go! I need to get to the hospital for Jonoko!"

"Shut it!" Manny said from above him, "You poisoned Jonoko with that hors d'oeuvé! How despicable!" He mopped his sweaty brow and turned to Kogoro, "Detective Mori, do you mind if I step out for a moment, not that the criminal is caught." he said as he gave a sharp glare to the Gothic man, "I feel terribly faint!"

'No!' Shinichi thought as he readied his dart watch, "Boi's not the one who poisoned Jonoko! If Manny gets away now, he's going to ditch the evidence!'

Kogoro scratched his mustache,
"Well... I guess it's okay since we already got-- AIEE! Woah, what's for dinner!?" Kogoro slurred as he fell into a precariously placed chair and passed out.

'Yes!' Shinichi thought as he crawled under the punch table and dialed his bow-tie voice changer, 'Direct hit!'

"Hold it right there!" Conan said into the bow-tie, his voice changing into Kogoro's, "You're not going anywhere."

Manny froze, one hand on the door. He turned around, faking a smile,
"What's the matter, Detective Mori?" He asked.

"Boys, get off Boi." Conan said in Kogoro's voice.

"Ran," Sonoko whispered to her friend. Ran turned to the girl in the neon dress. "Ran, I don't know about this-- I remember Boi said to me awhile back that he would do something really surprising tongiht!"

"I'm sure my dad knows what he's doing..." Ran whispered back.

The multiple officers hesitantly rolled off of the man and Boi sat up, cracking his neck.

"What are you doing!?" Manny cried as the man stood, "You just let go that fiend--the one who just poisoned Jonoko!"

"Wrong." All eyes in the room turned to the seated detective, "How could Boi poison Jonoko? He didn't have the opportunity or the motive."

"But-- But-- But Jonoko was poisoned right after she ate the hors d'oeuvé!" Manny said angrily, "He poisoned it-- he knew which one she would take--"

"Impossible." Conan interrupted in Kogoro's voice, "Because everyone took one-- Ran, Conan, and Sonoko took a handful-- before Jonoko chose. Who's to say that someone would have taken the poisoned one before Jonoko got to it?"

"Then how did Jonoko get poisoned, Mori?" Inspector Meguire asked from the doorway.

"Conan mentioned something when we first came," Conan said into the bow-tie, "This is a strange location for a private party... usually for celebrities, parties are held at mansions or private pubs, not a conference center."

"Yeah, but like Manny said it was totally chic!" Sonoko said with a pout.

"There was a specific reason that this place was chosen. For the bathroom."

"The bathroom?" Boi asked from where he was sitting on the floor, "That's absurd, Detective!"

"Maybe so," Kogoro seemed to say, "But it's true. Here at the conference center, unlike a private pub or mansion, there are public bathrooms, with more than one stall."

"Where is this going, Mori?" Meguire asked, crossing his arms.

"Someone poisoned the bathroom doorknob." Conan said slowly, "Then, when Jonoko ate the hors d'oeuvé, the poison was transferred from her fingers to her mouth."

"But--" Sonoko interrupted, "but if the doorknob was poisoned, how come Ran wasn't poisoned as well? She, like, totally went into the bathroom first to make sure it was safe."

"Because, Jonoko's paranoid."

"Quit all of this nonsense!" Manny cried suddenly, "This is crazy! There's absolutely no point to this-- you have no--"

"You told me yourself, Manny." Conan said. All eyes turned to the manager as Conan continued into the bowtie, "You said 'She even locks every door in sight.' You admitted right then and there that you were the criminal. You poisoned the doorknob, Manny."

Manny began to sweat,
"But--" he stuttered, "You never answered Miss Sonoko's question! How could only Sonoko have been poisoned if the poison had been on the knob?"

"Because you knew how paranoid she was. You said yourself that she locks every door in sight. You put the poison on the one place that only she would touch... not the lock on the stall, but on the bathroom door itself. Jonoko went in, locked the door behind her, did what she had to, and unlocked the door after she washed her hands. And it was you, Manny, who poisoned the lock!"

"You have no proof!" Manny shouted as he pulled out his red handkerchief and dabbed his forehead, "If it even is as you say, the poison would be gone-- sucked off of her finger and digested!"

"On the contrary," Conan said, "You tried to leave in order to ditch the evidence earlier. Before, when you dropped your kerchief, you said you only had one with you."

"That-- that's true!" Manny said, holding up the red one.

"No it isn't. The one you dropped was blue." The manager's eyes grew wide as Mori seemed to continue,
"You sweat excessively-- you said it had something to do with the appearance of such a big star. You meant me, not Jonoko. You were worried when you saw me because of what you knew you were going to do! The red handkerchief was the sweaty one and I do believe the one in your right pocket, the blue one, reeks of the poison-- poison XIIV, as the medics said."

A murmur travled through the watching crowd as Conan narrowed his eyes,
"If you wouldn't mind, would you take out the blue handkerchief in your right pocket? If the poison matches the poison on the lock, you're the perp."

Manny stood still for a moment, then shook his head sadly,
"You really are a great Detective Mori," he said, carefully pulling out a blue handkerchief, "I thought it would be the perfect crime."

"But why?" Boi said fiercely as he stood, "Why would you do that to Jonoko!? And why did you try to frame me!?"

"I believe he already admitted why. He said himself, 'She's completely paranoid... it's really starting to tamper with our success!'" Conan said through the bow-tie.

The manager shook his head, defeated,
"For the past couple of months, she became super paranoid. Everywhere we went-- every concert, she would be completely freaked out! She started to have to lip sync at every appearance we did because she would lose concentration! At one," he grumbled, "she was found out."

"Oh yeah." Meguire said, "I remember reading something about that in the paper. The sound went out and she kept moving her lips."

"It caused a huge scandal. If it was found out that she continued to lip sync afterwards, my merit as a manager would go down the drain-- I just had to get rid of her! Besides, anyone can lip sync! I don't need to over-pay a paranoid freak!" he roared as he turned to Boi, "And I'm sure, Mr. Goth-creep, that it was you who made her paranoid in the first place! If you had just shut up, you would have been in jail, Jonoko would be dead, and I'd get out, scoff-free!"

"Meguire!" Conan said as the manager approached the man with the green Mohawk, "Arrest that man!"

"Gladly!" Meguire said as he and several other officers charged the man and handcuffed him. With great difficultly, the officers managed to drag the maniacal manager to the door.

"This isn't the last of me!" the semi-bald man shouted as Meguire pulled him out, "I'll get you Boi, Mori-- all of you punks!"

"Not where you're going." Conan said into the bow-tie as the officers pulled him out.

"Hey," Boi said, turning to Sonoko and Ran, "I... I'm sorry that I might've acted a little suspicious... bu the thing is... I was really worried about Jo'."

Sonoko clapped him on the back,
"No worries! But you told me before that you were going to do something surprising tonight! For a second, I thought you were the poisoner!"

Boi laughed nervously and reached into his pocked, pulling out a small box,
"Truth is... I was going to propose tonight." He flipped open a box and a bright diamond ring glittered up at the awestruck girls, "I really care about her and I worry about her all the time--"

"Hey!" Ran asked suddenly, "Where's Conan!?" She looked around worriedly. Conan scrambled out from underneath the table and pulled on the hem of Ran's dress,
"I'm right here, Ran-neechan!" he said innocently.

"Don't run away like that, I was so worried!" Ran said as she took Conan's hand. Inside, Shinichi blushed like a tomato.

"Hey!" Sonoko said perkily, "The medics said that Jonoko's going to be just fine-- if we go to the hospital now, you can still propose tonight when she wakes up!"

Boi's eyes brightened and a grin formed on his multiply-pierced lips,
"What are we waiting for!? Let's go!" With that, he Sonoko, Ran, and Conan rushed out, climbing into a limo.

As they drove down the road, Ran frowned,
"I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something."

"Eh, you'll think of it later." Sonoko said as she giddily looked at the engagement ring again.

Meantime...

Kogoro yawned, stretched and sat up in the nearly-empty convention center. Meguire stood nearby with another investigator.

"Hey!" Kogoro slurred, "What happened? Where'd everybody go?"

Meguire looked up,
"Oh! Mori, I was wondering when you'd wake up! Brilliant job with this case!"

Kogoro raised an eyebrow,
"Wha--? I-- of course! It was brilliant, wasn't it!"

"I just can't believe that Manny did it." Meguire said as he stuffed another hors derv in his mouth.

"What!? Manny the manager!?"

Well? That was my first mystery story! I hope you liked it! It should be the first of three, I believe! Please do tell me what you think! I might edit it at a later time, by the way.

Thank you so much for reading! Please review and take a look at some of my other stories!

Mysteria Pearl