Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"Da da."

There was a sound of footsteps in the quiet hotel lobby, and the Nagasaki manager at the counter looked up and saw a man wearing an English bowler hat and a white rubber mask walking downstairs.

The man was wearing a scarf, a lapel cape coat, and two travel bags in his hands.

Although he is a weird person, he is also a guest...

"Mr. Totsune, what's the matter?" Manager Nagasaki asked suspiciously.

The weirdo didn't speak, and threw down the room key and turned to leave.

Manager Nagasaki looked surprised: "Are you going to check out? But today's train has already left... Please wait, Mr. Tozune!"

Outside the hotel, the weird disappeared into the faint fog without looking back, the crows screamed sternly among the dry branches, and the entire swamp looked like a habitat for the undead.

"Humph." The weird chuckled and walked to the shore, took off his camouflage and sank into the swamp with his travel bag.

"Welcome to the dead bones, lambs..."

"Quah--!"

In the station hotel room, Gao Cheng sat on the bedside writing and drawing in a notebook, listing the details of the trip on the paper.

When encountering such a complicated case, he has become accustomed to sorting out the details, judging the truth hidden behind the details and the whole.

The so-called incident must have a cause, especially in the crime of high intelligence, the seemingly random action of the murderer may have some important clues behind it.

This is reasoning.

Although he only scored 75 points in the test, it did not prevent him from becoming a well-known detective in solving high-IQ crimes. The secret codes that are almost completely bad at solving puzzles and the like can be handed to Xiao Ai.

perfect……

"Kyoto!" Police Officer Mumu suddenly slapped the door outside and shouted, "Something happened!"

"what?"

In the next stairway room, Gao Cheng followed Police Officer Mumu to push the door to look inside, his eyes shrinking slightly.

Under the faint light, the gentleman mountain god, the head of the magic troupe, hangs like a doll. The body is fragmented from the neck to the joints of the hands and feet. The black clothes are tied together with ropes. The twisted look and the mention sent to the Metropolitan Police Department The line figures are almost identical.

Seeing this horrible abnormal scene, Rao Hui Yuan slightly frowned.

Gao Cheng's complexion was slightly sinking.

Why does that **** puppet master have to be so, is he just a perverted murderer?

"Killing, homicide case?" The news of the discovery of the corpse spread all at once, and the entire hotel's guests gathered outside the scene.

"I heard that the head of the fantasy magic group missing on the train was killed..."

"What?! Isn't the magic show tonight going to be suspended?"

Gao Cheng squatted next to the corpse that had been put down, covered it with a cloth, and looked at the talking crowd outside and the sobbing and crying wife of the leader, Xihai, standing up and saying in a deep voice, "The cause of death is supposed to be fatal to the temple assassination, presumably. The time of death was between 10 a.m. and 1 p.m. this morning, which was the time from the magic show on the train until the body was found..."

"So that's it," Toshizu Junya stood by, staring at the corpse and smiled, "That means he was killed on the train. It is very likely that what you saw in the box was the corpse of the deceased? How the corpse appeared here... is really puzzling. This case is getting more and more interesting."

The mountain **** Xihai wiped her tears: "My husband is dead, you still say this!"

Toshitsu leaned slightly and smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm just excited when encountering such a difficult case. Of course, I will definitely find the murderer."

In the manager's room, everyone found the manager of Nagasaki for questioning.

"The room where the corpse is located is a person named Tsune who lives in, right?"

"Yes, this guest came on a train two days ago, because he is wearing a white rubber mask and he doesn't know what he looks like," the manager of Nagasaki said. I checked out, because the next train will not arrive until two days later. I still find it strange..."

"I think this person is even a fake name," Baima Detective thought while holding the registration book. "After the pronunciation of the name on the registration book is rearranged, it becomes a'string puppet'..."

"Marionette?"

Everyone thought of the body of the head of the mountain god.

"That guy really made the corpse like that on purpose!"

"Mr. Nagasaki," Mugure continued, "Are there any other ways to get out of here besides the train?"

"No," Nagasaki manager shook his head. "You should have seen it when you came. There are swamps and wetlands all around here, and the only way to the neighboring town was washed away by the heavy rain last month."

"In other words, did the murderer stay here and didn't leave?"

Tokizu smiled and said, "It's much simpler. The murderer may have used a pseudonym to open a room here, and then secretly left and took the car with us... The murderer should be among the passengers who came by car today."

Mumu excitedly said: "Speaking of which, apart from the fantasy magic group, almost all the spectators who came to the Dead Bone by car today were spectators watching the magic show, and they all stayed in the hotel..."

Takagi looked distressed: "But the police department, there are still a lot of people, and there is not necessarily only one murderer..."

Gao Cheng sat beside him silently, propped his chin.

The biggest problem now is that I don’t know how the body disappeared from the train and how it appeared in the hotel.

The windows of that train can only be opened a little, the head can barely pass, but the body can't...

Not to mention how the corpse disappeared instantly in the box, it is difficult to explain that the corpse cannot be found in the entire car afterwards, even if the corpse is divided, it will not be found.

White Horse looked at Gao Cheng in the corner of his eye and saw Gao Cheng in his thoughts. He smiled lightly and said to the people: "You don't need to be so anxious, this mystery will not be solved in a moment. IQ criminals, and...this **** crime, the murderer didn't hesitate to do it and even enjoyed it. This guy called the Hell Puppet Master, he is not easy."

...

At night, fantasy magic group lounge.

"What's going on?! Why does the performance continue?" Meifu Shanshen Xihai asked Gao Yuanyao with a tantrum, "I said that tonight's performance was aborted. What is the performance of the group leader when he died?!"

Gao Yuanyao shuddered and sweated profusely: "This..."

"That's why you want to perform, Miss Yukai," your son Yurama walked into the room ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and laughed naturally, "It just so happens that the new head of the fantasy magic troupe is on stage..."

Yuhai's face changed drastically: "Yurama! You..."

"Of course, right?" Yurama sneered. "The most popular in the group is me. Of course, the fantasy magic group is my possession. I can't perform without me in the'living puppet', right? Huh, eldest sister, you Don't bother me, just go and warm me up!"

"You!" Xihai stared at Yurama with a terrifying face, and gritted her teeth and broke the vase next to her. "Remember it for me! Yurama! I will never end with you--!"

Gao Cheng heard the roar from a distance while still in the corridor, and couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Is this magic group really okay?"

"Hurry up," Hui Yuan urged out of breath, "Everyone has already gone to the theater, and you have been slowing it down."

"Suddenly want to go to the toilet..." Gao Chengwei said embarrassedly, "Do you really like watching magic shows so much?"

"dislike."

"what?"