Conan: Live in the Maori Detective Agency at the beginning

"Okay." Yuantai also thought this was a good idea.

But the three of them never thought about other consequences. Maybe this is the adventurous spirit of the three little ones.

"Conan, Xingchen thinks so too, right?" Ayumi pulled Conan to a place not far away and told him their thoughts.

"Eh?" Conan was a little dazed, but after sorting out this matter, it seemed that it was not impossible. Xingchen could only complain that it was a good idea for you to have this idea, but you should not think about it next time.

But Xingchen was reluctant to interrupt the three little ones' thoughts. After all, dreams were still precious. This was not a very dangerous case, so it was not impossible to let the three little ones join in. At least Conan was there to provide support.

I also want to try to solve a case by myself, Xingchen thought. After he came to this world, he seemed to be more and more interested in reasoning. But from the beginning of the case to now, he has only been a tool.

No, I need to strengthen myself. Xingchen thought to himself, and went back to Conan to borrow some mystery novels from his library.

"It would be better if we don't disturb the uncles from solving the case." Conan was somewhat reluctant to let a group of children run around the crime scene.

Of course, the three kids also know their limits. Mitsuhiko said, "Of course not. We are just investigating secretly. It won't affect Officer Murume's ability to solve the case."

"Yes, Conan, don't you often go to the scene too?" Ayumi suddenly remembered this and said somewhat dissatisfiedly.

"Ah, this." Conan was speechless.

"It's decided then." Yuan Tai said excitedly, as if he had an urge to have a box of eel rice in front of him.

"Let's go, Junior Detective Team!" the three kids whispered to prevent others from noticing.

Thump thump~.

When the three were about to leave, they froze in the act of walking. Mitsuhiko mechanically turned his head and looked at Conan and said, "Where should we start the investigation?"

"Let's look around first, maybe there are some clues." Xingchen suggested.

"Okay!~"

Then the five of them circled the construction site and found nothing. Just when the three little ones were dejected, the long-lost golden finger finally appeared in Xingchen's mind.

newspaper.

Just as Xingchen was thinking about what the two words in the newspaper had to do with this case, Conan went up to the second floor of the villa again to investigate the situation.

Xingchen's initial assumption was that the deceased fell from the third floor and was pierced by the steel bars, but the deceased was hanging on the wooden board on the second floor. This assumption was also wrong, because if he fell and was pierced by the steel bars, he should have been hanging on the steel bars. The second possibility was that the deceased was pierced by the steel bars on the third floor and then fell from the second floor and fell on the wooden board.

According to Conan's description of the third floor, there was no blood on the third floor, only paint that had been knocked down. This also proves that there were traces of fighting on the third floor, so the second assumption is valid. The key is how the murderer left the scene.

According to the time the five of them spent together, it was less than ten minutes. According to Officer Gao Mu, the victim died five minutes ago. This means that the murderer invited the victim to the third floor in just five minutes, killed him, pushed him down to the second floor, and then escaped.

The time is too tight. The door is still wide open. Aren't you afraid that someone will pass by?

Xingchen thought as he walked to the two-story bungalow on the construction site. There must be people inside, so there are probably newspapers. Xingchen thought to himself, and then walked in.

Because the wooden board is a passage connecting the roof of the small bungalow with the second floor of the villa next to it, there is no entrance from the roof of the simple bungalow to the inside of the bungalow.

So there were no policemen searching inside the bungalow.

The door was not locked, so he pushed it open and walked in. There were tools and other things inside, and on the other side was a small office. Xingchen stood in the middle of the office. There was a desk by the window. I guess the foreman usually worked here.

There was nothing interesting on the table, just some construction site records.

But Xingchen found a thick stack of newspapers in a box in the corner, and when he looked at the top newspaper, it was exactly today's date. So what secret is there?

Xingchen started from the first page of the newspaper, not knowing what he was looking for in the newspaper. He could only search one page at a time.

Today’s, yesterday’s, and the day before yesterday.

I picked up each one and read the contents. There didn't seem to be any connection.

Is this from December 12st? As for the middle part, Xingchen seemed to understand something. Why did more than a dozen newspapers suddenly disappear? To confirm this, Xingchen also looked at the dates of each of the newspapers at the back. They were all consistent. Only the ones from December 1nd to December 12th were missing.

Why is this.

There is nothing to investigate around here, maybe we can investigate the table. Xingchen walked to the table with his short legs and climbed onto the chair.

Xingchen immediately pulled the drawer a few times, but the drawer was locked. He looked at the table again, but except for the pen holder, the table was clean as if no one had lived there.

The incident returned to the newspaper. Did the foreman take the remaining newspapers home, or were they upstairs?

Let's go upstairs and take a look, Xingchen thought. But the moment he turned his head, he seemed to see a piece of gray paper sticking out of the ground on the path outside the window. Half of this corner had rotted and stuck to the ground, while the other side was still sticking up, and the rest was covered by mud.

Could this be the remaining newspaper?

Xingchen thought as he opened the window and jumped out. Outside was a two-person wide dirt road, and he could go around it by walking on the right. Xingchen stood on the dirt and squatted down to examine the gray paper.

The material of this paper should be newspaper. Xingchen touched it and compared it with the previous newspaper. The paper in the ground was exactly the same except that it felt a little dried.

Why is the newspaper in the soil?

Xingchen returned to the room and walked to the other end to find a large shovel. Fortunately, this was a construction site, otherwise he would have to dig with his hands. But Xingchen, with his small body, couldn't help but exclaim that the shovel, which was taller than him, was too heavy.

But we still have to dig, and it would be nice to have a small shovel. Why doesn't a construction site even have a short shovel? Xingchen complained in his heart.

Still started digging seriously.

After a while, Xingchen was sweating profusely, and finally dug a small hole. Looking at the small hole, and then looking at the shovel in his hand, he thought, forget it, I'd better dig with my hands. He didn't have enough strength to use this shovel. Fortunately, the soil here is very soft, and he can dig it up little by little with his hands.

After digging for a while, the dirt next to it piled up into a small mountain. It was half the height of Xingchen. He finally dug it. He looked at the newspapers piled in the pit and fell silent. Each newspaper was in a different shape. Some were rotten. Some were still dry. The most obvious one was the pile of red newspapers on the edge that had not been dug out, but exposed. Could it be that the deceased was in here from the beginning?