Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"What else?" Hattori asked with interest.

"Uh, let me take a look." Mumu took out a bundle of photos from his arms. "These four building blocks fell around the president's body..."

"If there are building blocks, there are a lot of corpses next to them." Hattori looked at the cube blocks piled up beside the traces of the corpse in a puzzled manner. The blocks had text or patterns on each surface.

"But only these four blocks are stained with the president's fingerprints and ink," Megure placed the photo on the table. "If the ink-stained surfaces are lined up..."

"toy?"

Uncles looked surprised at the characters on several blocks in the photo.

"But it may also be a rice cake shop..."

"Then this," Mumu then took out a picture of the scene looking down. "This is the photo when the corpse was found. At that time, these 4 blocks were mixed with other blocks and they were all placed in front of the corpse."

Gao Cheng followed and took a look.

A man fell to the ground with blood on his head, his hands and feet were tied up, his hands were just a pool of ink behind his back.

From the photos, the scene was kept fairly intact, the ink bottle poured on the table, the ink flowing on the ground, the tied corpse, and the messy blocks piled up in front of the corpse...

"The ink stained is the ink that this bottle fell over on the table, right?" Uncle Maori said, "The question is who stained the ink on the building blocks. Although there are the president's fingerprints on them, it may also be caused by the prisoner deliberately. The dead president gets on..."

Conan interrupted and asked, "Are there really only these four blocks with fingerprints?"

"No," Mumu shook his head. "The other bricks that fell on the ground also have fingerprints, but only these four get the most. They are everywhere, not just on the six sides, but also in the places where the engraved characters are recessed. "

Hattori smiled and said, "In other words, these four blocks are the death message left by the president before he was killed. Police officer, are the four blocks still there?"

"Sent to the Appraisal Division..."

"Wait a minute," Uncle Maori, who was almost completely robbed of the limelight, said angrily. "Why are you so sure that it is the death message?"

"It's very simple. The president's hand is tied back. In this case, he can't watch the selection of blocks with his own eyes. The reason why there are fingerprints on all six sides is because he uses his fingers to find the nicks in the text to judge where to judge. The face must be stained with ink..."

Hattori looked at Gao Cheng and continued: "However, after finding these four blocks in a pile of wood, the other blocks did not have too many fingerprints. This is because this kind of block engraved the same consonant's pseudonym in one piece. On the building blocks, just touch it to know if it’s right...

"As for whether it was left by the murderer... the fingerprints are mainly left by the sweat and grease on the fingers. After death, people will no longer secrete them. So even if the dead person holds the building blocks, only fingerprints can be stained. The first one or two pieces, it is impossible to get everywhere like this...

"In addition, there are traces of rope stained with ink everywhere on the floor. This can also be proved. I am afraid that the president secretly selected these four blocks from behind, and put it back there after the selected side was stained with ink. There is a pile of wood, because I don’t know when I will be killed, so I’m so scared that I’m sweating...

Hattori looked at the picture of the building blocks concentratingly.

"In other words, the president is eager to leave a message before the prisoner finds it out. Maybe he will mistake the capitalization. This is the toy company. Does the president really want to leave the word'toy'?"

"Amazing……"

Xiao Lan stared at the Hattori analysis in a daze.

"Obviously I just got here, so I already know so much..."

"Yes, yeah," He Ye said happily, "Is it Pingci!"

"Hello..."

Gao Cheng's eyelids trembled: "Who am I here to help?"

"This..." He Ye Hong smiled awkwardly, and cheered again, "Yes, we can't be led by Pingci. This is a reasoning game. If we lose, we will go to Jiaziyuan..."

"City household senior," Xiaolan looked at Gao Cheng expectantly, "Do you have any opinions?"

"not yet."

Gao Cheng quietly watched the murder scene.

Of course, he did not have no idea. After understanding the situation, the incident at the Miaohua Art Museum has been lingering in his mind a long time ago. This time the situation seems to be related to some extent. However, he does not want to talk to Ye Ji until he finds the truth. This expectation is too great.

Hattori plus Conan, under normal circumstances, he is really better than...

"Speaking of toys," Mumu said with a headache, "We think these four blocks may be clues to the death message, so we searched the entire office carefully, but we didn't find any suspicious toys..."

"What about other suspicious things?"

"The only weapons found in this office were the golf clubs used by the criminals, and the high-quality fur coat that was thought to be worn by the criminals and stained with the blood of the president..."

Mumu asked the police officer to bring two exhibits enclosed in transparent bags.

"But the golf clubs and coat belong to the president himself. It is said that he put them in the room inside. Based on these two things, no prisoner can be found...

"What I don't understand is why the prisoner wears this coat, the president's room has not been turned over..."

"Huh," Uncle Maori said disapprovingly, "I must have sneaked in here while the president was out. After seeing this high-end fur coat, I wanted to try to see if it was right for me, and then just happened to be discovered by the president who came back, the prisoner. After binding the president to ask for the password, he started to kill. Of course, this coat was stained with the president's blood and can't be worn again, so I took it off and ran away..."

Looking at the plausible uncle, Mumu became suspicious on his face, wondering if he should believe it.

"Wait a minute," the Hattori interrupted the uncle, "the blood on this coat, only the left shoulder is blurred, as if it was rubbed by something..."

"Well," Mumu sighed, "This is also a mystery. Nowhere in this office can I find anything that matches the blood on the coat."

"Hey, what's the matter," the uncle hummed, "maybe the hand touched while taking off the coat. Didn't you leave your gloves at the scene?"

"Speaking of blood stains..."

Conan lay on the blood on the head of the corpse and interjected again: "The blood here is also very strange. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it, but this sputtered blood has a trace of being cut off. It seems that something has been left here... …"

"Indeed," Hattori squatted to the side curiously, "but what is there in this place? There is a TV in front of..."

"TV?"

Conan and Hattori looked at the TV not far away at the same time, and got up busy looking for the remote control.

"Hey," Mumu was sweating profusely, watching Hattori rummaged through the table, "Don't touch it, this table is still as hungry as it was when the crime happened!"

"Just looking for the remote control... there is it!"

Hattori opened the manuscript, took out the TV remote control with a bright eye, and turned on the TV in confusion.

"The TV is an external input state, that is to say, the camera originally placed here may be..."

"As for the camera," Mugure said blankly, "there is in the president's room."

"Then ask the police officer of the Identification Section to check if there are any blood stains on it, Officer Megumi." Hattori didn't know when he had already corrected his hat, and his expression became more and more excited.

"Oh oh."

Mumu commanded the police officer in a daze, while looking at the quiet Gao Cheng, a little bit of hatred for iron but not steel.

Maori still analyzed a few sentences, but after Gao Cheng came, he was like a bystander.

"Brother Shiroto, why are you dumbfounded?" Mumu was a little anxious, "How can you not lose to outsiders?"

"Uh……"

Gao Cheng was a little embarrassed, but couldn't explain anything.

He is somewhat different from Hattori and Conan's investigation methods, and there is no need to specifically compete for the better. The important thing is to collect clues as much as possible to conduct deductive demonstrations~www.NovelMTL.com~ In fact, he is not without gain.

Compared to Conan's two, his observational power is not bad at all, and after all, he is someone who has watched thousands of episodes of Conan. Even if he can't remember the case, he is still more sensitive to details than others. This is his advantage.

Conan's two aspects are correct, but in his opinion, many details have been overlooked.

There are a few doubts.

The first is the desk that looks quite neat. If there has been a fight, it is unlikely that only the ink bottle will tip over.

Moreover, the ink position, the position of the body, and the position of the building blocks... It seems too coincidental that the murderer would simply let the victim leave a message of death.

It would be even more strange if there was a camera on the side.

In the original Mihua Art Museum incident, the director of Ochiai was wearing armor and deliberately let the victim leave false death messages during surveillance.

One more thing...

Gao Cheng looked at the calendar hanging on the wall next to the corpse.

There are still clues to collect.

Xiao Ai looked up at Gao Cheng.

As always, he was so serious when investigating crimes, and when solving puzzles he would not smile like other people, but it always gave people a sense of stability, which seemed to have gained a lot.

Finding He and Ye and Xiaolan, who was distressed and contemplated about the death message, Xiao Ai comforted him casually: "Don't worry, if he is willing to help others, he will definitely be able to do it."

"Eh?"

"But," Heye followed and looked at Gao Cheng with a bitter expression on his face, "I heard Heiji said that what Jodo is not good at is solving the secret code, right? Heiji will definitely solve the death message first..."

"I just have this feeling." Xiao Ai looked back at Conan and Hattori who were also investigating on the other side.

It is boring enough to use the result of the reasoning game to decide where to go...