Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 631 The Afterimage of Death in Surveillance (4k)

"Chiba! Call an ambulance immediately!"

Police officer Mu Mu shouted in the observation room, but in Qin Zhibo's eyes, it was too late.

Yoshio Dingjin's head was illuminated by a survey spot, announcing that he was completely hopeless.

From his painful expression to the end of his life, the whole process took less than 20 seconds.

Pushing open the door of the interrogation room, Qin Zhibo walked to Ding Jin Fangxiong's side and began to investigate.

[Corpse investigation √]

【Life of the deceased: Fangxiong Dingjin】

[Death time: 1 minute ago]

[Cause of death: Cardiac paralysis]

[The investigation of the corpse is completed, and the character skill has been obtained: car driving]

[Obtain a repetitive skill and convert it into 1000 proficiency of the skill]

After the investigation of the corpse was completed, another system notification came from the system.

[Obtain the main task: find out the murderer of this case]

[Task requirements: no time limit, within Tokyo Metropolitan area]

[Task reward: 1000 general skill proficiency, 150 social credit]

Although it was the same task content as usual - to find out the murderer of the case, Qin Zhibo noticed that this time it was marked as the main task.

In other words, this task is not as simple as ordinary side tasks.

What's even more weird is that Fangxiong Dingjin died of a heart attack in the interrogation room while sitting in front of the police.

Strictly speaking, this is an absolutely unbreakable secret room, almost the safest place in Tokyo, even in front of the eyes of several people.

But the system judged that he was killed by someone, not a natural death.

That's pretty telling.

……

"No pulse"

Miwako Sato stroked Dingkin Yoshio's neck and shook her head regretfully.

Police officer Megure was also shocked by this sudden change, and was speechless for a while, and Mori Kogoro, who was also attending the interrogation, also opened his eyes incredulously.

This was the first time that a prisoner who had just been captured died in the interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department.

After sorting things out, Officer Meguro issued an order.

"Qianye, go and check Yoshio Dingjin's medical records in the hospital to see if there is any heart disease."

"Satou, go check Yoshio Dingjin's phone number and find out who disclosed the information of Aizawa Takae to him."

"Yes!" ×2
The two left vigorously, and the rest of the uniformed police carried Dingjin Fangxiong's body out of the interrogation room.

Seeing symptoms similar to a heart attack with his own eyes, of course there is no need for Mu Mu to ask the opinions of his brothers around him.

Mori Kogoro said with a serious expression, "Maybe it's because he himself died soon, after avenging his son, suddenly."

"It's possible." Officer Mumu nodded without commenting.

……

The interrogation ended halfway, and Qin Zhibo, Mu Mu and Mao Li could only come to Takagi She to check the situation of the statement.

Mao Lilan and Conan also noticed some confusion in the police station just now, and hurriedly asked what was going on.

So, Mori Kogoro told everyone that Yoshio Dingjin had a heart attack and died in the interrogation room just now.

"what!"

Everyone was surprised, some couldn't believe it.

An hour ago he was majestic, threatening to punish all women who drive in platform shoes, and suddenly died.

Conan frowned, feeling that the timing was too coincidental.

But since Mori Kogoro said so, Conan has no room for doubt.

Although Mori Kogoro is a confused detective, it's not that he can't even figure out the cause of death.

What's more, Qin Zhibo and other policemen were watching the interrogation. If Qin Zhibo didn't think there was a problem, then it should be all right.

Conan shifted his attention from Mori Kogoro to Qin Zhibo, who had no intention of adding anything.

It must be just a coincidence
It was already 7 o'clock in the evening when we came out of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Suzuki Sonoko was picked up by a luxury car sent by Suzuki's family.

Before parting, Sonoko Suzuki also specially greeted Toru Amuro.

"Mr. Amuro, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Miss Suzuki."

The rest of the people took the cars of Mori Kogoro and Qin Zhibo respectively, but Mori Kogoro still rented the car.

Looking at Qin Zhibo's red Mustang convertible sports car, Mori Kogoro felt angry, and secretly gritted his teeth and swore.

Once there was an exquisite sports car in front of me, but I didn't grasp it, and I didn't regret it until I missed it.

This is the greatest pain in the world.

If God gave me another chance, I would definitely say three words to Qin Zhibo——

No finger-guessing!
Mori Kogoro attributed his experience of losing his sports car to his bad finger-guessing skills, and was fooled by Qin Zhibo.

"Uncle Qin, goodbye brother Anshi!"

"Goodbye Conan~"

The two sides bid farewell and embarked on their way home respectively.

Arriving at Mihua [-]-chome, Toru Amuro asked to get off the car.

"Teacher, it's all right here."

Qin Zhibo slowed down and asked, "Do you live near here?"

"Well, it's around here"

Qin Zhibo didn't ask for the specific location, and parked the car on the side of the road, and Toru Amuro got out of the car.

"By the way, don't forget to take your dress with you when you leave."

Amuro was stunned for a moment, and quickly waved his hands, "I don't need those, and I don't need them either."

"Hey~ How do you know you won't need it? What if you want to wear it in the future?"

Afterwards, Qin Zhibo taught earnestly: "A great man once said that the greatest and most permanent art is a man pretending to be a woman."

"Women's clothing only has zero times, and countless times."

Hearing the word "zero", Toru Amuro's pupils trembled slightly.

Seeing the refusal, Toru Amuro could only open the trunk and take out the women's outfit he was wearing today.

"See you tomorrow, teacher."

The two parted, Toru Amuro put on a harmless smile and watched the Mustang convertible drive away.

Then, he restrained his smile, turned around and got into the alley, and at the same time took out the phone in his arms.

"Kazemi, today a prisoner from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department died in the interrogation room. I want you to transfer the surveillance footage of the scene to my computer."

After hanging up the phone, Toru Amuro started to walk home.

Toru Amuro lived in a relatively remote place. After turning left and right in the alley, he came to a single apartment building.

As a Japanese police and organization cadre with a special mission, he has to move his address every month, and this place is only a temporary residence.

When you open the door and go home, it's time to prepare dinner directly.

Pull out the morning's prepped ingredients from the refrigerator and start cooking.

Today's dinner is braised tamago tofu, wine flame steak, miso soup + rice.

Among them, the wine flame steak was learned from the French chef in the lookout restaurant when he had dinner with Belmode last night.

It's just that Toru Amuro's Japanese stomach prefers Japanese wine, so he chose to use Japanese wine as the fuel for the wine flame.

Perhaps it is a psychological effect. After the Japanese wine is lit, the flame seems to be weaker, and the light blue flame tail is very pleasing.

Soon, dinner was cooking, and two plates of delicate side dishes were placed on the table, plus Amuro's secret special seasoning soup and a bowl of white rice.

After the food was served, Toru Amuro opened the notebook with one hand, and a new email had been received in the computer mailbox.

Click it, there is a video inside.

"Well--"

"Well--"

"Mr. Deposit! Mr. Deposit!"

Voices kept coming from the video, Toru Amuro held his rice bowl and stared at the picture on the video carefully.

But until the end of the video, Toru Amuro didn't see anything wrong.

Toru Amuro turned the progress bar back to the beginning and read it again.

The progress bar continues to move forward, and the picture and sound are still repeated.

But this time, Toru Amuro, who was paying attention, saw a strange change in the picture.

This change was so fleeting that Toru Amuro didn't even have the time to press the pause button.

He quickly put down his job, paused the picture, and adjusted forward frame by frame.

In the case of frame-by-frame pictures, the characters on the screen hardly see any changes in position.

But at the moment of a certain frame, a faint shadow passed over Dingjin Fangxiong's body.

This afterimage is tiny and almost transparent, with blurred outlines and varying shades.

"This is."

Toru Amuro wanted to enlarge the screen and adjust it to high-definition to observe this afterimage, but due to technical problems, he couldn't do it.

If it is an ordinary person, it may be thought that a small flying insect just passed in front of the camera, leaving such a subtle afterimage.

But the problem is that when this almost invisible afterimage passed over Yoshio Dingkin's body, Yoshio Dingkin's body reacted abnormally.

The time before and after does not exceed 2 seconds.

Amuro widened his eyes, looking at the afterimage on the computer screen, feeling incredible.

What exactly is this?
Did it kill Fangxiong Dingjin under the nose of the police?
If it was placed in the past, Toru Amuro would not hesitate to think that this was just a mistake of the surveillance camera, and the wrong picture was captured.

But after experiencing the incident of the twin skyscrapers in Nishitama City, Toru Amuro will no longer think so easily.

I once witnessed with my own eyes that a cloud of strange mist was born for no reason on the originally empty Japanese painting, and then condensed into a huge reptile creature that surpassed all creatures on the earth.

Some real things may not be perceived by the naked eye, but it cannot be said that it does not exist.

Electromagnetic waves, infrared rays, gravity.
Toru Amuro turned his attention to Miwako Sato, who was sitting opposite Yoshio Dingkin, who was the closest person to Yoshio Dingkin at the time of the incident.

Can she see this afterimage?
……

Zhibo Detective Agency.

Qin Zhibo lay down on the boss chair with his tired body, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Today's side missions don't have many rewards, but they are more troublesome, plus cleaning, moving things, and shopping during the day.

At the end of the day, I feel my body is hollowed out.

In the previous case, Qin Zhibo acquired the skill of arts and crafts (cooking).

So I will add a kitchen upstairs later, and eat less junk food in the future.

But before that, Qin Zhibo could only continue to eat some takeaway.

Taking out some ordering business cards collected from nearby restaurants from the drawer, Qin Zhibo chose the business card of a Chinese restaurant.

"A large plate of dumplings, a medium portion of spring rolls, and a large glass of mango juice. Send them to the second floor of Zhibo Detective Agency as soon as possible."

"Hungry, thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Zhibo, who was so hungry and stuck on his back, turned on the computer, followed the clues Fangxiong Dingjin left before he died, and entered "curse of the dead" in the search bar.

Enter.

The search ranking mechanism of IE browser is to give priority to the website with the most hits.

Qin Zhibo clicked on the first website, which was a community discussion website.

The website pages are no different from ordinary community discussions, but the content of the discussions is basically the "curse of the dead" website.

[Mamiko Hashimoto: Excuse me, is the "curse of the dead" real? 】

[Lucas: Is he a newcomer? 】

[myu6U: Welcome newcomers! 】

【〇Nana〇も: Who knows, but it sounds great! 】

[Lucas: "Curse of the Dead" is the most popular urban legend in Tokyo nowadays. As long as you open the website called "Curse of the Dead" at midnight and fill in your name and appeal on the website, your long-cherished wish will come true】

[Lukas: Of course, your request must be related to death, otherwise it will not be realized]

[Lucas: After all, it is "the curse of the dead". Laughing emoji~]

[Millennium の RICH: Unfortunately, my only wish is to become rich]

【Hashimoto Mamiko: Is there any successful case? 】

[Millennium の RICH: It is impossible to think and know, otherwise everyone will leave a message on the website, and the police are still busy? 】

[Lucas: Believe it or not, why not try it? 】

[Hashimoto Mamiko: But if you leave your name, your real name will be found, right? 】

[〇Nana〇も: If you don’t want to reveal your identity, why don’t you leave a false name?Anyway, that's what I did]

【Mamiko Hashimoto: Then did you succeed? 】

【〇Nana〇も: emmm, I'm still waiting for Master Shangshen to reply me】

[Mamiko Hashimoto: Kamisama, my lord? 】

[〇Nana〇も: mm, whoever wants to die will die, isn't it Lord Shangshen? 】

[Mamiko Hashimoto: mm? 】

[〇Nana〇も: Stop pretending, I know you are a mm, I can tell from your nickname]

【〇Nana〇も: Did you get bullied and want revenge? 】

【Mamiko Hashimoto: ...】

[Lucas: Do you want to try it?Then open that website at midnight.]

-

The discussion came to an end temporarily, and Qin Zhibo obtained some information under the pseudonym "Mamiko Hashimoto".

Unlike Matsumoto Ryohei's corpse cult website "Guisha", this website is very active. Even at night, there are people waiting for answers to questions by their computers.

Most people seem to be pure passers-by who entered the pit with a playful attitude, such as that "Nai Nai".

Only this person named "Lucas" has been encouraging newcomers to try "Curse of the Dead", similar to moderators and the like.

Generally, in this case, "Lucas" is either one of the operators behind "Curse of the Dead", or someone who has benefited from "Curse of the Dead".

As for the specific benefits, Qin Zhibo didn't know either.

But judging from the deposit Yoshio during the day, this "curse of the dead" seems to be something.

The person who runs "Curse of the Dead" knows who Yoshio Dingjin's enemy is, and instructs him to make a voodoo doll.

Voodoo doll
When mentioning this kind of metaphysics, the first thing Qin Zhibo thought of was the old metaphysician——Koizumi Hongzi.

(End of this chapter)