I bombed the Hong Kong black building

My name is Moonwatching Ringo, and I run a private detective agency.Yesterday afternoon, I received an anonymous entrustment letter, which contained a commission fee of 20 yuan.The client expressed that he hoped that I could help to unravel the secret that has plagued the Verdi family for many years——to find out where the gold that the Verdi family has hidden for many years is.

So today, according to the invitation letter attached to the letter, I came to the Rainstorm Villa in the suburbs - the villa owned by the Verdi family.Tonight, the family's current matriarch, Lily Verdy, will celebrate her coming of age with a dinner party.

After the doorman checked the invitation letter, I formally stepped into the gate of this villa, and was dazzled by the glare of the light.After moving his feet, he looked up again, only to find that on the wall painted with brick red paint, there were large and small mirrors hanging like an art gallery, extending all the way to the hall where music came from.If you look carefully, you will find that only the third mirror on the left hand side is broken, leaving only a lonely frame hanging there, which looks out of place.

But beside the gilded gate, there is a huge oil painting that is incompatible with this corridor.

A half-black, half-white, doll-like bear is leaning on the luxurious sofa with a smirk and a red wine glass in one hand.

"Oh, this is the legendary patron saint of the Verdi family, Mr. Monokuma, what a majestic figure~"

The other attendees walked behind and left such a word of admiration.

I couldn't help muttering when I heard the words: "What kind of weird aesthetics is this..."

[This employee, please don't make such dramatic remarks, it will affect the shooting effect. 】

But this thing is too dramatic, right?Now is the Taisho era!This black and white bears it...is it some kind of postmodern art?Don't you think there's something wrong with such a classy looking story?

[Don't waste any more time here, the story is about to begin. 】

That's right, we can't delay the business.

And what is the so-called business, we will start talking about it two hours ago.

At that time, just after lunch, the flower shop ushered in a disheveled guest.He is tall but very shy, and he can't even speak when facing Jinghua's greeting.On the contrary, the raccoon he brought was jumping up and down in the store, very lively.

"I wrote the gift in this notebook, for..."

After buying a bunch of baby's breath, he chose the flower delivery service and handed the notebook in his hand to Dun.However, Dun took the book and didn't even bother to open it to take a look, so he handed it over to Ringo.

"Ah, wait—"

So in the hands of the guest's Erkang, she opened the first page of the book——

Just came to this space.

[The black cat of Morgue Street in the supernatural space, skill level A.The carrier is the novel written by the user, the internal and external time flows are consistent, and the spatial coordinates move with the novel itself.People who enter this space cannot use A-level and below abilities, and must solve the puzzle written by the user according to the rules before they can leave the space. 】

[There are two space puzzles, one is to find the gold of Monokuma.Second, find the murderer. 】

[According to the analysis, the system establishes that you use consistent violent means to crack, which is the most efficient way. 】

You don't understand the system at all!This is the world of mystery novels!

Using violence to solve problems in this context is too incomprehensible.

【Do you want to solve the case purely by reasoning? 】

Of course, this is the essence of reasoning stories!

So, according to the setting in this novel, Ringo, as the most famous private detective in that small town, came to the stage where the story took place—Rainstorm Villa.

I'm ready, the system don't forget to continue shooting, I will send it to Moments when I go back!

[... Please continue your performance. 】

I followed the footsteps of other guests, walked into the gilded gate, and came to the banquet hall.

The dining table by the wall is full of rich ingredients, and on the deliberately vacated dance floor, gentlemen and ladies in fine costumes twirled and danced, creating a scene of peace and joy.

After a while, the music stopped.On the terrace on the second floor, tonight's heroine—Countess Lily Verdy, who just came of age, came out.The long golden hair was coiled up high, and the pair of green eyes were unpretentious, awe-inspiring but arrogant.

"Did you see that she dared to do this?!" "My God, it's so vulgar, there's no shame in it!"

For some reason, I listened to the whispered comments of the people around me, and after Miss Lily walked down the steps, I realized that she was so weird and out of place in this occasion wearing a male dress.

Miss Lily came to the dance floor as if she didn't hear the gossip.

"I am Lily Verdy, the patriarch of this generation of the Verdi family. Welcome everyone to my coming-of-age celebration banquet. I hope you can come and return happily."

As he spoke, he raised his red wine glass to greet everyone: "Let's toast~"

No matter what kind of thoughts they had in their hearts, all the guests raised their glasses with dignity at this time.Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Miss Lily's wine glass slipped from her hand and smashed to the ground with a bang.

And she herself swayed in place, lost her balance, and rolled down the stairs, unconscious.

"Quick, go and call Dr. Cu Chulainn!" The middle-aged man who was standing behind Lily ran down to help her up immediately, and then shouted. Run to the corridor on the second floor.

However, the chaotic crowd failed to wait for the doctor's footsteps, but waited for the woman's shrill scream.

"Ah ah--"

I rushed ahead of the crowd and was the first to see the dead body of the man lying on his back in the infirmary.

——This is how the story begins.

System, how is Lily?

[Solution: The physical examination showed that the cause of Lily Verdy's coma was hyoscyamine in the blood, which is a kind of nerve paralysis drug, and it was presumed that it was ingested within half an hour.The dosage is not high, and the body can excrete it by itself after two days. 】

That is to say, she's all right?What about that doctor?

【... This employee, where's your taste?Normal detectives will not have system assistance, you need to find a doctor on the spot to help you perform an autopsy. 】

It's you who are too rigid.Normal detectives still have the experience accumulated in cases and the IQ to solve problems, don't I have none of them?So, you are my detective ability!

【…】

After revealing his identity as a detective, Lingo naturally took over the command of the scene.After dismissing the guests who had never been to the second floor of the mansion, except for Lily who fell into a coma, everyone gathered in the lounge.

From left to right is Lily's tutor Moriarty, the middle-aged man who asked the maid to call a doctor just now.Lily's personal maid, the first discoverer of the dead Cu Chulainn, Anna.And Monet, a young man in his early twenties, a down-and-out painter funded by Lily.

"Next, I will talk to the three of you separately. I hope that the other two will not act alone while I am talking. Please stay in the next room and wait."

In short, it seems that Miss Lily was drugged half an hour ago, and the purpose of the prisoner's doing so is temporarily unknown.And her family doctor—

[The name of the deceased is Cu Chulainn, and he is the family doctor of Verdi's family.The cause of death was a dagger in the middle of the vest, and the time of death was an hour before the body was found. 】

The first to be talked to was Moriarty.His hair is grizzled, but he combs it neatly, and every inch of his clothes is carefully groomed.It is said that Lily's tutor is more like a British housekeeper who came out of a TV series. Every move seems to have been meticulously crafted, appearing elegant and measured.

"I was grading Miss Lily's homework yesterday in my room an hour ago. As you can probably imagine, she still needs to work harder in terms of cultural etiquette. As for Dr. Cuchulain, when I passed the backyard last night, it seemed Heard that he had an argument with Monsieur Monet.

"That dagger is an ornament in Miss Lily's room. The three of us are the ones who can enter her room. Anyone can get it."

The second to accept the conversation is the maid Anna.It seems that he is about the same age as Ringo, and he doesn't seem to have gone to any school. He is not very good at dealing with such situations, and he seems a little embarrassed.

"Well, an hour ago I was helping prepare the wine and ingredients for the dinner in the kitchen. The chef, Uncle Tom, said that there was not enough flour, so I went to the warehouse to help carry a bag. Then when I went back, I saw Mr. Moriarty from Miss Lily came out of her room, she seemed to be crying..."

The last one is the painter Monet. Unlike the previous two, he said straight to the point.

"I had guessed that such a day would come. That Cu Chulainn is actually Miss Lily's half-brother, the son of her father's one-night stand outside. He must have had bad intentions and wanted to do something to the lady, but he was caught by a civil and military officer. The lady killed me instead. I don't think you should investigate anything, he deserves to die.

"Me? I was sleeping in my room an hour ago. I didn't see or hear anything."

[This is almost all the information, do you have any ideas? 】

Well, not at all.

【Thank you for your straightforward reply. 】

So the system, the murder weapon—that is, whose fingerprints on the dagger belonged to?

[…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… The staff, you haven't forgotten that this is the Taisho era, right? 】

right?

[Fingerprint technology is only available in the 21st century, and it does not fit the age setting of this story. 】

I am not using fingerprint comparison technology, this is my detective technology!

[It's my fault to believe that you really intend to use reasoning to solve puzzles. Human thinking is really beyond AI's comprehension. 】

If you feel emotional, wait until later, and answer my question quickly.

[Solution: The fingerprints on the murder weapon belonged to the maid Anna. 】

Sure enough, the murderer was her!

[Sure enough, this word is not used in this way. 】

In fact, when I saw her for the first time, I thought there was something wrong with her, but I didn't tell you.

【...What about her alibi?Wasn't she helping in the kitchen when the case happened? 】

Oh, it's that simple, didn't she go to the warehouse for a while?According to the general routine, the warehouse has a secret passage leading to the infirmary or next door to the infirmary!

[You are not reasoning, it is a presumption of guilt. 】

The process is not important, as long as the result is good, everything will be fine.

When he arrived at the scene of the crime, Lingo stopped in the room.

"Come, come, scan the walls of the warehouse and the infirmary to see if there are any hidden passages."

The system probably has given up any expectation of her so-called reasoning, and started scanning the map very resignedly.

[Solution: Behind the medicine cabinet on your left, there is indeed a secret door leading to the warehouse. 】

Bingo～

Therefore, Ringo, who consciously possessed key evidence, returned to the waiting room where the three of them were waiting.Like the detectives in the TV series, he said with a serious face:

"I already know who the murderer is."

Under the surprised gazes of the three, she slowly raised her right hand, "The murderer is—"

The name was already on his lips, but Ringo suddenly lost his feet and fell weightlessly.Before the panic could turn into complete doubts, he was caught and stopped.When he opened his eyes again, Dazai's magnified handsome face was in front of him.

"Yeah, welcome back, Ringo."

She froze for a few seconds, looked away from Dazai's face, looked over his shoulder, and saw Chuya Nakahara wearing a hat behind him.Finally, meeting Dazai's eyes again, he asked uncertainly:

"I am back?"

"Ah."

Lin Po's face immediately collapsed, and he hugged his head in collapse: "Ah, ah, if it's one more minute late, no, ten seconds late, I'll be able to say the name of the prisoner. It's just that close! I can't be reconciled!"

Dazai: ...

"Hmph, it seems that people don't accept your favor at all, Dazai-kun of Hong Kong."

Hearing this, Lingo turned his head and saw the figure of a blond man dressed coquettishly at the other end of the long table.

"Who are you?"

"The leader of the group," the blond man put his hands on the table, arrogantly twitching the corners of his mouth, "the gorgeous Lord Fitzgerald."

"Oh, hello." Ringo turned his head and complained to Dazai in a low voice, "This person calls himself an adult, so narcissistic."

Dazai laughed, well, he thought so too.

Francis, the head of the group with clear eyes and ears: ...

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