Detective Conan Episode 564 -

The killer brought pre-printed fake notes, swapped them into the tray, then staged the scene. The real printer never ran. But the thermal fiber came from a portable receipt printer – a device only the rare-currency dealer carries to issue authenticity certificates on the spot.

Conan adjusts his voice-changer: “The whiskey glass – you wiped it clean, but you missed one thing. Uzuki’s lip balm contains a UV-reactive dye (for his photosensitive work). Your hand touched his glass – your palm still glows under blacklight.”

“The most dangerous lies are not spoken. They are printed. In the quiet hum of a laser printer and the crisp feel of a new bill, a phantom counterfeiter has flooded Tokyo’s back-alley markets. But tonight, a routine visit to Dr. Agasa’s friend will turn into a deadly game of paper trails and ink.” Detective Conan Episode 564

“Clever boy. Yes, I killed Uzuki. He refused to join my ring. But you have no proof.”

“Nonsense,” Kogoro scoffs, holding a suspicious 10,000-yen note under the light. “The watermark is wrong.” The killer brought pre-printed fake notes, swapped them

The episode opens on a rainy Saturday. Conan, Ran, and Kogoro are at Dr. Agasa’s house, where the professor introduces them to an eccentric retired press operator, . Uzuki claims he’s discovered a “perfect counterfeit” that even the Bank of Japan can’t distinguish.

Conan investigates under Kogoro’s sleeping guise. The printer is a high-end laser model, but its power cord is unplugged – yet the print job finished. How? Conan adjusts his voice-changer: “The whiskey glass –

Fade to black. “Some messages are written in silence – and in paper.” Conan sits at Agasa’s table, staring at the note. He whispers, “If this is fake… who printed the real one?” The note’s watermark shifts slightly – revealing a hidden Crow silhouette. (Hint at the Black Organization’s involvement in currency forgery – a nod to future episodes.)

Police arrest Saki. The counterfeiting ring is dismantled. As they leave, Ran asks Conan why he pocketed the first note. He smiles, holding it up: “Look at the serial number – 564. That’s not random. It’s the number of steps from Uzuki’s desk to the exit. He was trying to tell us something.”