Accidental Death

The black cat killing people is indeed absurd-after all, this is a mystery novel, not a horror theater.

After the policeman explained the general situation of the case to Ayatsuji Xingren and Edogawa Ranpo, he went to lead people to investigate the surrounding area to see if there were any missing clues.

Ayatsuji pedestrians and Edogawa Ranpo entered the living room which was the scene of the crime.

Because the police arrived in time, and this is not a public place, the scene is well protected.

There are several isolation signs in the center of the hall, and there is a large circle of blood on the ground.

It has been several hours since the incident, and the remaining bloodstains have dried up, stuck to the ground sticky, oxidized and blackened.The dark red traces are like some kind of weird and gloomy curse rune, which looks terrifying and penetrating.

These bloodstains can clearly show that there were traces of dragging, which should be left by the prisoner when he moved the victim's body after committing the crime.

Ayatsuji pedestrians estimated the amount of bleeding, and understood why the police judged that Mrs. Hein was in danger.

"Where is Felsen Hein?" Ayatsuji asked a policeman who was collecting evidence at the scene.

The latter replied: "Mr. Hein was just invited to the police station to make a statement, and he is not here. You can go to the scene to check the situation first. If you have any questions, you can wait for him to come back and find him."

Ayatsuji pedestrians responded, and then looked around the whole room.

Except for the bloodstains on the floor, the whole living room looked quite ordinary, which fit the appearance of a nineteenth-century American family.

On the coffee table in the center of the living room were some slices of fried eggs and toast. It seemed that Mrs. Hein was suddenly attacked while preparing breakfast.

There were no obvious signs of a fight at the scene.

If it were not the [-]th century, the police would probably be able to find more information through some chemical tests, but under the limited conditions of this era, there are almost no clues.

After staying in the room for a while, Ayatsuji seemed to have noticed something, and asked the police officer who was collecting evidence in the living room for some tweezers, and squatted down to pick up a few hairs stuck in the dried blood on the ground.

The detective squatted on the ground, looking at these residues by the light of the chandelier in the living room.

It fell after the victim's blood had dried slightly.

"This should be the hair left by that black cat." Edogawa walked over in random steps and said thoughtfully.

The policeman they met outside the door just now said that Mr. Hein's black cat disappeared after the incident, but now it seems that the "cursed cat" seemed to be at the scene when the incident occurred.

"Yeah." Ayatsuji pedestrian stood up.

After all, this is fiction, not reality.

Since Edgar Allan Poe repeatedly mentioned the black cat, whether it is a trick to divert attention or evidence that can lead to the truth, the incident will be more or less involved with it.

But the most important thing now is where the prisoner hid Mrs. Helen's body.

In this day and age, how can a person disappear out of thin air?

"—Come on, Mr. Ice Cube, quickly find the murderer and we can go out." Suddenly, Edogawa patted Ayatsuji Xingren's shoulder in disorder.

the latter:"……"

"In this space, my ability 'super reasoning' cannot be activated, so I am just an ordinary person now." Edogawa Ranpo said confidently.

"My mission has been completed, the follow-up matter - it is your duty to find a way to get us out of here."

After the world's number one detective issued the strike declaration, he simply sat on the sofa in the living room, leaned against the wooden armrests and closed his eyes, as if letting himself go.

Ayatsuji pedestrians handed over the tweezers and what they just found to the police, asked some questions about Felsen Hein, and then left to go elsewhere.

Since this is a novel that depends on their own reasoning to escape, the police who are the characters in the book will definitely not find anything.

Otherwise, this book will lose its original meaning.

……

In the afternoon, Felsen Hein, who had been left at the police station to take notes, was finally released.

In fact, the police originally regarded Felsen Hein as the most suspected person in this incident. After all, the other party, as the first person to discover the case, and Mrs. Hein's husband, is likely to have the idea of ​​killing because of emotional problems, and There is also sufficient time to process the remains of the victim.

But now that even the body of the victim could not be found, they had no reason to accuse Felsen Hein of being the murderer.

"The two of you are the detectives who are here to investigate the case!" As soon as he entered the door, Felsen Hein eagerly approached Ayatsuji Xingren and Edogawa Ranpo.

"How, have you two found any clues? Who killed my wife?"

While speaking, Felsen Hein secretly looked at the two strange young people.

The former was sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper in his hand, rummaging through something.

Before he entered the door, he could vaguely hear the other party's childish complaint - "Why are there no four-panel comics in the newspaper here?"

The latter stood at the edge of the hall, exuding a kind of icy aura all over his body.Looks very inaccessible.

In fact, even without asking, Felsen Hein knew that neither the police nor the two detectives had found any clues.

—Otherwise he would not have been released!

Thinking of this, Felson couldn't help but feel a little proud.

His murder plan is flawless, who can guess it?

Before dinner this morning, Felsen Hein's black cat suddenly went crazy, jumped on the table, spilled his milk, and messed up the toast.

Probably the depression that had accumulated due to the recent unsatisfactory events finally broke out, and he suddenly felt a strong resentment towards the black cat, so he rushed to the kitchen angrily and took out a kitchen knife, trying to make this annoying cat cat calm down.

But his wife rushed over to stop him.

During the dispute, Ferson accidentally killed his wife.

This sudden accident plunged Felsen Hein into a great panic, but soon he calmed down and began to plan how to hide his wife's body—this was a difficult task, and it took him a lot of time. less thought.

Felsen knew that if he moved the corpse out, he might be caught by neighbors who got up early and went out.So he originally thought of chopping up the corpse and burning it, destroying the corpse and eliminating traces.

But at the last moment, he suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

This great idea was inspired by that previous fire, and it seemed to him an absolutely seamless idea.

That place was extremely secretive, even if the policemen tried their best, they couldn't find it.

When he heard at the police station before returning home that the police had commissioned detectives to investigate the incident, Felsen Hein was really worried that his plan might be exposed.

But at the same time, he felt an unspeakable excitement.

Come to think of it, a bunch of swaggering cops -- plus two "good detectives."It's such a joy to see these idiots running around like headless chickens here!

He bet that the police and the two detectives had scoured every nook and cranny of the house before he came back.

But sadly, they were doomed to find nothing.

Felson was complacent.

The young man sitting on the sofa finally responded to his words.

The other party stretched his waist, and pointed at the other person with a lack of interest: "As for the incident, you can just ask him."

"Uh..." Felson was a little baffled by his unconventional words.

The standing young man suddenly looked at him and said, "Felsen Hein?"

Felson replied, "Yes."

When he really set his eyes on the young man, he suddenly felt a shock that made his heart suddenly tighten.

The outline of the young man's face is beautiful and clear, his complexion is cold and pale and lacks warmth, as if he came from a walk in the snowy night.

In Felson's view, the youth's facial features are actually not sharp, but there is an inexplicable sense of danger that makes one dare not be an enemy.

——Even for a moment, Felsen felt that what he had done had been seen through by the detective.

But immediately, he threw the thought out of his mind.

How could it be seen through?

"Mr. Detective, have you found out the whereabouts of my wife?" Felsen Hein asked.

He stared nervously at the young man from a foreign country.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hein, we failed to find any clues about your wife." The policeman in charge of the on-site investigation stepped forward and answered his question with apology.

The detective with blond hair and ocher eyes didn't make a sound, as if he acquiesced to this fact.

"...Is that so." Felsen Hein looked depressed, as if he was particularly sad about his wife.

The policeman turned his head to the pedestrian: "Detective Ayatsuji, thank you for your assistance. This case is really weird, and it is not your fault that there is no breakthrough. Today's investigation will end here first, and we will come back tomorrow." Send someone to investigate if there are any missing clues."

——Although I said so, I haven't found it now, and I don't think there will be new clues popping up in the future.

The detective with blond hair and ocher eyes suddenly said: "——Before I leave, I would like to ask Mr. Felson to inspect this house together."

He looked at Felson Hein: "Is it okay?"

This kind of request is very reasonable, and Felsen, who is himself suspected of murder, should naturally do so in order not to be suspected.

Anyway, the police can't find anything.The more carefully they investigate, the more they can prove their innocence.Felsen is happy with the situation.

So then, he walked from room to room in his house with the policeman and the two detectives.The result is of course nothing.

Finally, everyone came to the cellar on the west side of the house.

The entrance steps of this cellar are quite steep. After going down the steps, the interior space is very large, and some abandoned furniture is placed on the left half.

The policeman looked around casually, and then said: "This was investigated at the beginning, but there is nothing unusual. ??"

Felsen tried his best not to bend the corners of his mouth.

look!I hid the body in front of his eyes, but they didn't notice it.

The air in the cellar was cold and humid, and the surroundings were painted with off-white wall ash.

The walls completely block the sound of the outside world, making this airtight space seem even more silent.

And the detective who had suggested them was strolling about the cellar, with a steady pace.

"Mr. Detective, it seems that we can't find any clues this time," Felson said, sighing pretendingly, and said sadly, "Where did that prisoner hide my lover?"

The blond detective suddenly chuckled, stopped in his tracks, and said suddenly: "Mr. Hein, isn't your wife right here?"

He turned his head and stared at Felsen with ocher eyes, implying: "You should know this matter better than anyone else."

Felsen's breathing became short of breath, and he sneered twice: "This...you haven't figured it out yet, how would I know."

Found out?

Impossible, impossible.

"Detective Ayatsuji?! You say that... Could it be that this incident has been solved?" The policeman was surprised.

The detective said impatiently: "To be honest, I don't think there are any tricks in this incident. The truth is very simple, Felsen Hein, you killed your own wife."

Felsen's expression froze on his face, distorted and terrified.

He was complacent about his "seamless" plan a second ago, but now he finds that he is just a clown in the eyes of others.

As if wanting to end this farce as soon as possible, Ayatsuji walked straight in: "——she is now hidden in this wall by you."