Corpse collector in Conan

Amuro Toru looked at the photo, his pupils shrank slightly: This, this really fits the portrait of Usa that he occasionally draws in his mind, could it be...

He seemed to have realized something, raised his head again, and frowned as he looked at the photos left by the magician apprentices on the wall inch by inch under Jiang Xia's gratified eyes.

Next to him, Mrs. Jiujiu didn't have so many thoughts.

Hearing Jiang Xia's question, she explained: "This is the 18th magic created by my husband-those thin lines are connected to the ring. It looks obvious in the photo, but it is actually not visible on the stage. Through its control, the props on the stage can be moved as if alive.

"So, my husband did wear this special ring on his hand on the day he died. I think he was reviewing this kind of control magic at that time, but..." Mrs. Jiujiu thought about it carefully again, and gradually frowned, "But when the body was found, there didn't seem to be these thin lines on his ring. "

Jiang Xia nodded without surprise: "In this case, the conclusion is very obvious-your husband's death was not suicide, but murder. "

"Hmm?" Mrs. Jiujiu hesitated as things were going in the direction she suspected, "Why do you say that?"

Amuro Toru withdrew his gaze from the many photos and sighed: "Don't you understand yet? It's not that there are no signs of binding on your husband, but there are such signs, but you have ignored them.

"If the body was wearing a ring on his hand at the time, then as long as the ring is tied with a thin wire, his hand can naturally be tied up, making him unable to move.

"In other words, on the day of the crime, the murderer first came to the basement to tie up the deceased, fed him a poison capsule, and then left home to go to the hotel venue with you.

"Your husband is fat, and the handle of the basement door is a bit high. When he was tied tightly behind his back, it was difficult for him to touch the smooth round handle, open the door lock and leave this room.

"In addition, there is no signal in the basement, so he can't use his mobile phone to call for help. Even if he shouts, he can't be heard by the outside world because of the excellent sound insulation here. He was trapped in this room.

"In the subsequent magic show, the murderer obtained a perfect alibi. At the same time, the deceased could only 'take poison and commit suicide' because the capsule melted.

"Next, the murderer only needs to rush to this basement before others, cut and take away the thin wire tied to the ring, and then he can eliminate the traces and turn this place into a 'suicide scene'."

The more Mrs. Jiujiu listened, the paler her face became.

-There was no sign of any outsider intrusion in the house, and the doors and windows were locked, which means... the murderer who brutally killed her husband was among the few people who lived with her day and night!

"But..." Thinking of the three students who were either honest, caring, or admired her husband, Mrs. Jiujiu was unbelievable for a moment.

It would be better for her to accept that her husband committed suicide than to let her accept such a result: "But although there is no mobile phone signal in the basement, there is a landline phone with a one-touch dialing function-if it was really poisoned, why didn't my husband use it to ask for help while the murderer was gone? Unlike mobile phones, landlines do not require such precise operations. You only need to push the receiver open with your mouth and press a button to talk directly to the other party. "

Conan stood on tiptoe and suddenly discovered something. He leaned on the edge of the desk and asked curiously: "Why are there so many poker cards covering this landline? The landline is almost buried. Is it like this when the body is found?"

"Yes." Mrs. Jiujiu's daughter is about the same age as Conan. When she heard the child's question, she instinctively wanted to answer, "Maybe the murderer hid the landline with poker cards in order to prevent my husband from asking for help?"

Halfway through the sentence, she suddenly realized that this speculation seemed a bit outrageous, so she changed her words in confusion: "But my husband is very familiar with this place, and this pile of poker cards will not affect him from finding the landline at all..."

At this time, Jiang Xia suddenly pushed away the poker cards covering the phone, picked up the two poker cards stuck together in his hand, and gently placed them on the landline.

Amuro Toru noticed his action, looked down, and his eyes paused: "These two poker cards stuck together with their backs facing away... are exactly the same as the redial button on the landline. ”

Jiang Xia looked at Mrs. Jiujiu: "It seems that this is not an item left by the murderer, but a death message made with great difficulty by your husband."

As he said that, he pressed the replay button on the landline.

Mrs. Jiujiu was startled: "Oh, by the way, this replay number is actually..."

Before she finished speaking, a series of electronic sounds came from the landline: "Hello, the number you dialed is not available, please check before dialing."

Mrs. Jiujiu: "In fact, the police also checked the landline during the investigation, and pressed the redial button during that process. But that string of numbers is not the number of any phone or mobile phone at all, it is obviously a string of garbled codes.

"Later we thought about it and felt that it should be the number that my daughter randomly pressed when she was playing. She likes this room very much and occasionally sneaks in to play. And this phone is not often used, so the replay of it has been kept until now."

Jiang Xia nodded and looked down at the number displayed on the screen.

This is indeed a string of garbled text, and it is very long - [126871*32489*13548*1397]

"Let me see." Conan jumped onto the table with great effort, intending to copy down this long list of clues, but after writing a few strokes, he found that his pen had run out of ink.

Conan couldn't write after shaking it several times, so he had to ask: "Do you have a pen?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Ninety-nine walked to the desk and opened the drawer: "There is... huh? Strange, why is it missing? I remember that my husband always likes to put pens and notebooks here."

Amuro Toru thought thoughtfully: "There was a long period of time from the time your husband was poisoned to the time when he was completely poisoned. The murderer probably wanted to prevent your husband from leaving too clear clues during this period, so he put the poison in advance All the pens have been taken away... It seems that this murderer is very thoughtful." - Unlike the poor rookie who didn't even wipe away the blood after smashing the vase last night.

Jiang Xia seemed to agree with his conclusion: "Speaking of meticulousness, the murderer should have unplugged the phone line after poisoning - so the deceased could not call others for help. He could only try to use the numbers on the landline to call. convey the message he wants to express tactfully.”

Mrs. Jiujiu was stunned: "But when we rushed to the scene, the phone line was intact."

Jiang Xia shook his head: "When the body was found, there must have been chaos here. In that environment, as long as you are quick enough, it is not difficult to plug in the phone line during the chaos - it is very difficult for ordinary people to do. , but don’t forget that the suspects in this case are three outstanding magicians who have been recognized by your husband.”