Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The murder weapon found in the bathroom was a table knife with a very narrow blade.

After comparing the size of the table knife with the wound of the deceased, it was confirmed that it was the murder weapon that killed the deceased.

But Lancer was curious: "Why is this murderous knife in the men's bathroom? Is the murderer a male?"

There were only two female salespeople working in the clothing store, but there was a male salesperson in the coffee shop.

And because of work assignments, he often used this narrow knife when making meals such as sandwiches. After inspection, it was found that his fingerprints were indeed on the knife.

Lancer winked at Gin and said, "The candidate lineup of suspects this time is quite luxurious."

People were plunged into new mysteries because of the emergence of new physical evidence, but Lancer knew something through Gin's changing eyes.

He secretly reached out and poked the man's waist, and quietly asked him with bright eyes: "Do you know something?"

Gin didn't say anything, just showed him his cell phone.

The two of them were already using the same model of mobile phone. Lancer held the mobile phone with the same quality, skillfully operated it, enlarged the picture, and then made a small sound.

"So the murder weapon was left in such an obvious place?"

There was nothing else in the trash can in the bathroom, maybe because it had just been cleaned, so the knife seemed very out of place.

Lancer was shocked: "You actually dug through the trash can!"

Gin: "..."

Seeing that Wakida Kanori was still talking nonsense with the confused detective, Gin lost interest in playing hide and seek with them.

He said to Lancer: "Let's go, don't you want to take a stroll here? I'm very interested in the cigar shop you mentioned."

But the young man's feet seemed to be rooted in the ground and he didn't want to move away at all.

"I want to know the results."

"Get out of here, I tell you."

"What if what you said is wrong?"

Lancer blinked.

[System: Are you serious? Can’t even trust your husband? 】

Lancer didn't have time to argue with it about whether it was a husband or a wife. He stared at Gin with a pair of eyes, like a puppy staring at meat and bones.

Ginjiu was speechless: "Leave a bug, don't expose the truth."

"understand!"

Lancer thought for a while, took out the tracking glasses Haibara Ai gave him from the system space, unscrewed the end of the frame, then quietly approached Mouri Kogoro, and threw away the small eavesdropping device. Into his pocket.

After confirming the connection with the headphones, Lancer retreated to Gin's side.

When he and Gin were about to leave, Edogawa Conan saw him. He opened his mouth and was thinking about letting them stay when he saw the young man looking back at him as if he had a telepathy.

The young man raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at him, then blew a kiss and winked.

He was handsome, and his movements were not greasy at all when he sat up, which made Conan blush.

I couldn't say what I needed to say.

This feeling of déjà vu always reminds Conan of Lancer.

Because the entrance and exit of the mall were blocked, Lancer and Gin could only walk around the mall.

Away from the prying eyes, Gin finally took out a cigarette from his pocket, biting it in his mouth but not lighting it in a hurry.

"If I am not mistaken, the reason why this knife appeared in such an easily discovered place is because the cause of death of the deceased was strangulation of the neck."

Lancer suddenly realized: "A blind trick?"

In the earphones, the autopsy report of the police diagnosis of the deceased was also heard.

"Police officer, the forensic doctor has determined that the cause of death of the deceased was mechanical asphyxiation. The stab wound was caused after death..."

Lancer opened his eyes wide and looked sideways at Gin: "So, what was the murder weapon that killed the dead man?"

But Gin said something irrelevant: "It's getting cold, isn't it the season to wear sweaters?"

"Hmm..." Lancer responded. Something seemed to come to his mind. He took out his phone and looked through the photos he had sent to Gin not long ago.

One of them is a half-knitted sweater placed by the proprietress on the table.

"The weapon used to strangle the victim was wool? This kind of thing should be easy to break, right?"

"It was a clothing store. The seasonal sweatshirts sold in the store all had hats. The ropes used to shrink the brim of the hats matched the marks left on the deceased's neck."

indeed.

This kind of thing can be easily pulled out by pulling it from one side.

Because it is a thin rope woven from several strands, it is also very strong.

"But it must be troublesome to put it back into the hat, right? If it stops in the middle..." Lancer stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and his eyes widened instantly. "So, I used a sweater needle as an assistant and threaded it straight through!"

"The murderer is the proprietress of the clothing store?!"

At this time, several detectives at the murder scene had already begun to make inferences based on the existing clues. They just talked to each other, and there was no need for anesthetic needles.

Lancer asked Gin again: "Who caused that stab wound?"

The man held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced casually at the nearby store and said: "If there is no accident, the female clerk got the knife. She is the only one who has a reason to take the knife and blame others."

In the headset, female Internet celebrity Yuna defended herself: "There is absolutely no way I could get that knife! Because I started ordering food when I walked in, and then I was busy looking for angles to prepare for the live broadcast, and I didn't even approach the counter. , you can check the surveillance..."

Conan's little milky voice was also put into the earphones at this time.

Maybe this guy was short and was close to Mouri Kogoro's pocket, so the reception was particularly clear.

[System: Are you polite? 】

"I think it was the female clerk who caused the stab wound, because only coffee shops prepare disposable gloves when serving food. So when the deceased was stabbed, the blood did not splash on her hands, but If disposable gloves can be found, her fingerprints should be collected from them..."

Lancer crossed his arms and looked sideways at Gin.

"Did you expect the gloves thing?"

The man's footsteps first stopped at the entrance of a lighter store. He took out the cigarette in his hand and looked at the dazzling array of lighters in the cabinet. He immediately couldn't walk.

Gin said: "The men's and women's bathrooms are next to each other. When I passed the bathroom door, I overheard someone saying that the women's bathroom was blocked."

It was probably because the prisoner tried to flush the gloves off but failed.

"That evidence..."

"The deceased had grabbed the sweatshirt rope, and the deceased's skin should have been rubbed on it. Whether they are the mastermind or an accomplice, they will be caught by the police."

Lancer looked at the man with admiration in his eyes.

"That's awesome! Thank you for satisfying my curiosity with your answer. Which lighter do you want? I'll give it to you!"

When business came to the door, a beautiful female salesperson came over with a smile and picked out the lighter that Gin had been eyeing to show them.

"How much? Wrap it up!" Master Lancer said boldly.

So the saleswoman punched a series of numbers on the computer, which made Lancer's mouth twitch.

Depend on! Robbery!

As if he noticed Lancer's embarrassment, Gin smiled evilly.

He wore the mask of a harmless animal and said to Lancer: "Brother, buy it quickly, I like this."

...Wonima!