Traveling through Conan: Buying Poirot Cafe at the beginning

Naito Heidai and Souma Ryusuke followed Conan into the house and saw Itakura sleeping on the table.

The two looked at each other and walked behind Itakura Taku.

"Hey, Itakura, please stop sleeping, we are here to find you."

"Yes, you can't run away now."

At this time, Yang Ming, Kogoro and others entered the house. Among them, Subekuru, who was responsible for the development of Go software, looked at Taku Itakura with a bad look and wanted to step forward to wake him up.

Ryusuke Soma put his hand on Itakura's shoulder first, and then shook him gently. But what was unexpected was that Itakura's body fell to the ground due to the force.

"what?"

Everyone was surprised, but Yang Ming sighed: It is indeed like this.

Kogoro stepped forward and knelt on one knee, placing his right hand on Itakura Taku's neck.

"It's useless. I think it must have been more than a day since he died."

Subekuru looked at Itakura Zhuo who fell on the ground in horror, and said in surprise: "Ah? It took so long."

Xiaolan, who was following the crowd at the end, immediately ran out the door after hearing Kogoro's words.

"Dad, I'm going to call the police right now."

Compared to Xiaolan's common practice, the three suspects present were indeed much more frightened.

I don't know if he is afraid that his company's business will not be completed, or he is afraid that he will be accused of being the murderer, or the murderer is suppressing his inner fear.

Naito Heidai knelt on the ground, feeling very depressed.

"Oh my god, how could this happen?"

Kogoro put his hands in his pockets and began his own reasoning.

"In my opinion, he probably died of a heart attack. His medicine bottle is still on the table. He must have had a sudden heart attack. He just wanted to take medicine, but it was too late."

"Really, who told him to hide alone, that's why he ended up like this."

Souma Ryusuke helped Naito Heidai up, turned around and looked at Itakura Taku who fell on the ground, there was something inexplicable in his eyes.

Yang Ming frowned, thinking that since Kogoro said he had a heart attack, this could be ruled out. It seemed like this was another murder case.

Yang Mingcun had certain memories of this case, which seemed to be related to the main plot, but he had really forgotten who the murderer was.

However, Yang Ming knew from a peek at Conan's expression that he had discovered the differences in this case and believed that the case would be solved soon.

Now we just need to keep an eye on Conan and see what his next goal is.

Conan's eyes were closed tightly and his face was red, which was obviously a symptom of suffocating his energy and blood.

Conan's heart: Damn it! Just a little bit closer to getting news from the black organization.

Conan stood up and was about to do something when he turned around and happened to see something. There is a diary in Itakura Taku's backpack.

journal? At this time, Itakura Taku's diary, if this is really the case, there may still be a chance.

Conan stretched out his hand to grab the diary.

"Asshole! What do you want to do! Why are you touching dead people's things!"

Kogoro grabbed Conan and threw him out.

Conan rolled twice on the ground and landed on his face.

Yang Ming saw this scene clearly. Looking at the diary in his backpack, Yang Ming smiled.

It turns out that you want to get information from his diary.

Yang Ming took a step forward and said to Mao Li: "This should be regarded as Itakura's relics, right? Can I take a look?"

Kogoro frowned and refused righteously.

"No, these may be used as evidence. No one is allowed to touch them until the police arrive."

Yang Ming shrugged. Since Kogoro said so, there was nothing he could do.

However, judging from the current situation, there is no mistake that the murderer is among these three people.

Soon, the police arrived at the scene.

Takagi held a notebook to record information about the case.

"The deceased's name was Itakura Taku. He was 45 years old and was a software program engineer."

Officer Megure was wearing a khaki trench coat and a wind-blocking hat as always.

"Then how did he die?"

The inspector looked at the information in his hand and replied:

"The cause of death cannot be determined yet, but the deceased had no obvious trauma, but judging from the fact that he had taken arterial dilators, he should have died due to a heart attack."

"According to my inference, the deceased should have been dead for two days."

Chiba walked in from the door, holding a pamphlet in his hand.

"Officer, I have contacted Mr. Itakura's attending doctor. He said that Mr. Itakura's heart has deteriorated very seriously, and he was supposed to undergo surgery immediately after the current work is over."

Mumu nodded. Judging from the information obtained so far, the deceased should have died accidentally from a recurrence of heart disease.

"It seems that there is no chance for you, a famous detective, to appear."

Kogoro chuckled, he always thought this was an accident.

But Takagi raised a question: "But, he has been dead for two days, but why didn't the people in the hotel find it?"

Naito Heisada replied from the side: "Maybe it's because he doesn't like to be disturbed by others while he is working."

"That is to say, once I moved a file on his desktop just ten centimeters, and he got very angry at me."

"Yes, he usually doesn't even change the bed sheets at home, let alone ask the hotel attendant to change the bed sheets."

The three suspects chatted here one by one, analyzing the reasons.

Conan couldn't stand the random speculations of this group of people at this time, so he stepped forward to remind them.

"It's so strange. There is drool on this uncle's mouth, but there are no traces on the table. He obviously loves to be clean, and he even wipes the drool off the table."

Kogoro punched Conan on the forehead and shouted loudly: "You idiot, when a person has a heart attack, he doesn't even have time to take medicine. How can he have time to wipe his saliva?"

Mu Mu squinted his eyes, comprehending Conan's words.

"Then tell me, why is there no saliva on the table?"

"Aba, Aba, could it have been wiped off by someone else?"

Before Conan could remind him again, the inspector beside him gave his own question:

"Something's wrong. If the deceased died lying on the table, after the rigor mortis, his hands should be flat on the table or sandwiched between the body and the table. Why is he covering his chest?"

Mu Mu frowned. He couldn't figure this out and guessed:

"Could it be that Mr. Itakura died somewhere else?"

The corner of Kogoro's mouth twitched. He just said it was an accidental death, so why did he mention it to something else?

"But Officer Megure, doesn't the stiffness of the deceased's hands and feet prove that he died on this table?"

"Otherwise, someone tied Mr. Itakura to the chair and did not move him until he became stiff after death."

After Kogoro finished speaking, he was shocked by his guess.

Yang Ming also glanced at Kogoro in surprise and thought: Good guy, you've got it wrong.