As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

No wonder they knocked on my door and asked me. It turned out that the deceased was the uncle from last night.

Why am I just not surprised at all?

In Ke Xue's world, once there is a person who reacts strangely like that uncle last night, it is usually either the murderer or the dead.

This uncle's life is not good, it is the latter.

"May I ask when was the last time you saw Mr. Yamashita?" Takagi asked me holding his small notebook.

"Twenty past three." I blurted out.

He froze for a moment, "Is it such an accurate time?"

"Well, I just arrived at the hotel after a long ride, and I checked the time in the elevator," I asked strangely, "I think there is surveillance in the elevator, don't you have time?"

Takagi said with some regret that there was a problem with the monitoring in the elevator and there was no way to use it.

And because this hotel pays more attention to the privacy of guests, there is no monitoring installed in the corridor itself.

Classic monitoring useless state.

Normal operation.

"Then, what have you done since you separated from Mr. Yamashita?" Takagi continued to ask.

I also continued to answer, "I came back to sleep. I took a plane for more than ten hours. I couldn't rest well on the plane, so I was very tired and sleepy, so I fell asleep quickly after washing up, and I slept very well. Shen."

So, this matter has nothing to do with me.

I feel a little disobedient, isn't there a case of the Shinigami elementary school student?

Or, there are connections I haven't discovered yet.

Yesterday, Yamashita—that is, the deceased—was so nervous that even the hand that handed me the room card was shaking.

I didn't let myself think about it at the time, mainly because my brain was very tired, and his trembling hands also smelled of social fear.

but--

"Officer Takagi, you just said that the cause of Mr. Yamashita's death was poisoning, right?" I asked suddenly.

Takagi aka answered all questions, and nodded decisively, "That's true."

"Can you let me take a look at the scene?" I thought for a while, and decided to follow my inner curiosity. After all, it's all here, can I hold back.

Moreover, in Conan's world, it's not too easy to find the reason for joining the case. "Actually, I have a part-time job as a detective. Maybe I can help."

"Are you a detective too!" Officer Takagi's eyes lit up, and he even had a feeling of "as expected".

Sure enough, is it true that there are cases where there are detectives?

I stood up, turned my back and took off the bathrobe, put on a sweater and jeans, and then arranged my long hair a little.

The tidy hair can't completely cover the lines on the forehead, and it doesn't matter at this time, I took a piece of bandage from the pocket of my clothes and wrapped it around my head.

Casually explained to Takagi that this was a recent injury and he could not see the wind for a long time.

Regardless of whether there is a scientific basis or not, Takagi has no way to falsify it anyway.

Following him to the outside, I saw that Shanxia fell near the elevator entrance. The ground was still messy, and the contents of the suitcase were scattered all over the place, but it was strange that the position of the things on the ground was quite different from last night. .

It feels like being scattered twice, and the items as a whole are farther away from the elevator door.

He didn't die immediately after he separated from me, but it wouldn't be long after that.

Pack it up, move forward, fall down, and scatter things again, at most it will take a minute or two.

Unless—he stayed here for a while.

Then what is he doing here? Looking at his appearance yesterday, is he waiting for someone?

"Takagi, I asked you to inquire, not to bring relevant persons to the scene!" Megure Police Department's voice was not loud. It should be said that he deliberately lowered his voice to talk to Takagi, but Jingguang's physical hearing was really good.

Before Takagi had time to explain my identity to the Megure police department, the woman next to me suddenly rushed over, and I took a step forward without turning my face, avoiding her.

"It's you, it's you who killed my husband!" She rushed over so fast that she didn't jump on me, and naturally fell to the ground, but she didn't stop at all.

I looked down at her, and it turned out to be the woman from last night.

Did not come up with the dead, but it was the owner of the lady's suitcase.

Her eye sockets were red, which should be caused by emotional excitement, but the bloodshot eyes in her eyeballs seemed to be the sequelae of staying up late.

Is the makeup still the makeup I saw last night, without removing it all night?

There were obviously two pimples on her face, and she didn't know if there was a reason for getting angry.

"Ms. Yamashita, please calm down. The case is not yet finalized." Megure Police Department hurried up to help her up in person. While expressing his position, he asked Sato next to him to take over the task of comforting the girl.

Mrs. Yamashita didn't appreciate it at all, "My husband came up with him last night. Didn't the manager just say that there are only two suites on this floor!"

She burst into tears as she said that, as if she had vented all her strength in what she said just now, she buried her face in Officer Sato's shoulder.

Skull pain.

"I did have a brief exchange with Mr. Yamashita last night, but I don't know Mr. Yamashita. I even heard his name from Officer Takagi." I rubbed my forehead helplessly.

Please, if you draw me closer to the prisoner, you must also pay attention to the basic law. Do you think this is "Ming O Detective", if you don't know anything well, you will have hatred if you check it?

I really have no contact with him at all, just passers-by.

"I don't know? My husband has been in finance for many years. I've seen a lot of people he said he didn't know, but he actually knows them very well." It was too desolate in front of him, so he licked the skin inside his lower lip.

I didn't know what I was paying attention to these details, but I just emphasized once, "Ma'am, I just got off the plane and returned to China today, and it's just an accident to come back to live here. I really don't know your husband."

"Then explain to me why you are in my husband's room!" the woman roared loudly.

...?

I slowly typed a question mark, and at the same time, I clearly felt that the eyes of the people around me had changed.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, Feng Ping was killed.

Can you make it clear, it will be misleading!

"... Mrs. Yamashita, are you making a mistake?" The corners of my mouth twitched.

She was only silent for about two seconds, and then she looked affirmative, "You came out of 1406 just now, that's the room we opened from the front desk yesterday, it's 1406, that's right, if you don't believe me, the police officers can check it out! "

I frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

Recall those strange actions of Mr. Yamashita yesterday.

Always feel strange.

"Mr. Jiang Gu, do you have anything to explain?" Police Officer Mu Mu asked seriously.

When I heard the name, I paused for two seconds before reacting.

This seems to be my current name.

"If I follow Mrs. Yamashita's statement, I really don't know if this is my room. Because when I got off the elevator in the early morning, Mr. Yamashita said that he was stirred by the suitcase and almost fell. When I went to help him, the room The card accidentally fell on the ground, and then Mr. Yamashita’s suitcase fell out of his hands. All the clothes scattered on the floor were women’s clothes. It’s hard for me to get my own room card, so it’s the one that Mr. Yamashita handed me, maybe it’s the one The timing is wrong." I explained patiently, and glanced at Madam Yamashita by the way.

Her attitude is wrong.

Obviously excited, but his eyes didn't fluctuate to match his actions. His fingers were rubbing the edge of his clothes. This wasn't a breakdown or a loss of control.

Like the dead, it's tense.

She is tense, worried.

This is not the emotion and reaction that a normal family member of the deceased should have.

And from just now, her actions were a bit too exaggerated, even if she misunderstood me as the murderer, she swooped over like that and fell to the ground hard, feeling the pain was a physiological reaction, but she didn't seem to care at all, just I want to finish talking on my own.

And although the words were excited, there was nothing unclear about them.When a person is excited, it is normal for her to break her voice and swallow words, not to mention that she is still crying violently.

This is simply the performance of an actor that should be in a TV series.

She seemed to have practiced, or at least thought through what she said.

How could a family member of the deceased who seemed to have lost his mind think about every word he said.When I usually play games and quarrel with other people through the mic, my mouth is faster than my brain.

"Who can prove your words? Who can prove that what you said is true!" Sure enough, Mrs. Yamashita would set aside a few seconds before speaking. It seemed casual, but it was actually time for her to think quickly.

"Similarly, there is no way to prove that what I said is not true." My thinking speed is very high, and the interval between words is much shorter than hers, "However, I am more curious about why Mrs. Yamashita did not return to the room last night. I Although I slept relatively soundly, I have locked the safety lock on the door. If someone knocks on the door or opens the door with a key card, I will definitely be able to detect it, but Mrs. Yamashita did not seem to come up last night. "

She wept silently, as if she was choked up and unable to speak, until Sato patted her on the back to help him calm down, she opened her mouth, "Yesterday, Haotai and I did have a fight. , so I re-opened the room, not on the fourteenth floor."

"If it wasn't for this, how could you have a chance!" As she spoke, Mrs. Yamashita looked over viciously, but then she became a little frustrated, "No, it's my fault, I shouldn't have quarreled with Haota, if I didn't If there was a fight, he wouldn't, wouldn't—"

Full of holes and lies.

The deceased did not show the behavior after a couple had quarreled last night. He was not angry, frustrated, wronged, or even a little bit emotional about arguing.

And that lady's suitcase.

After arguing and going to sleep in a separate room, Mrs. Yamashita didn't even take her own suitcases. Inside and outside clothes, skin care cosmetics, and various membership cards and bank cards.

What's more, when they separated in the early morning, they had just...

Between lightning and flint, I seemed to be hit by something.

The classic Conan one "piu"!

I reacted suddenly, and my eyes locked on the face of Mrs. Yamashita who was crying.

This makeup - yes!

Make sense, make sense.

It really is Ke Xue's world, where there are all kinds of killing methods.