[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Mo Xian saw the figures on the beach from the floor-to-ceiling windows, so she woke up Xiaolan immediately, and asked her to look at the beach in the room, so that anyone who approached could catch her eyes. She put on her shoes and washed them in a hurry. The cold water splashed on her face was icy, stimulating her drowsy brain. After repeatedly telling Xiaolan to pay attention to safety, Mo Xian went to the opposite side of the corridor and knocked on the door of Maoli and Conan's guest room.

[Is that a corpse? ] Because the camera is far away, the audience including her in the live broadcast room can only see a motionless figure lying on the beach. Fortunately, there are not many viewers in the morning-after all, they have to go to work, and the camera turns around , did not cause any discomfort or resentment to the audience, [Counting this, it is the fourth person. ] [Yeah, what a disaster day. ] [The police are about to arrive, it's already nine o'clock. ]

[Officer Megure must have been devastated when he saw this scene. ] Mao Li and Conan, who had changed their clothes, immediately put on their shoes and went downstairs quietly after hearing Mo Xian’s words. Talking about the case while walking, "Uncle Maori, who made our dinner yesterday?"

"It's the butler," Maori said in a deep voice as he stepped into the soft mud of the fir forest again, "but the butler has no reason to kill someone."

"No, have you forgotten? After discovering that Mr. Saeki Dadi was missing, we scattered to look for him. The murderer can take advantage of that time to drug the food," Mo Xian started from another direction, "And, regardless of who put the drug first , the one who didn't eat dinner in the end is the most suspect, isn't it?"

"You mean, Miss Yuko?" Mao Li stepped into a small mud puddle, pulled out his foot in disgust, and continued walking regardless of the small mud splashes on his shoes, "This is too It's obvious, Miss Yuko can sit at the dining table and not eat."

This is more obvious, okay, Mo Xian couldn't help complaining in his heart, he can still make excuses for not eating dinner, sitting at the dining table without moving, anyone would doubt whether there is something wrong with the food.

Walking out of the fir forest, they looked down at the beach. This is an undeveloped beach. On the white and fine sand, a man lay quietly on it. From his clothes, Mo Xian recognized his face. identity.

Zobertown.

"Wait," Molly opened his eyes and closed them as if he could see farther, and suddenly exclaimed, "There are no footprints on the beach!"

"I'll go and have a look," Conan ran towards the beach with his small body. Maoli stretched out his hand and couldn't hurry, and yelled bitterly, "Boy! Stop!" Then he also ran towards the beach.

Zoberton's body was in the middle of the beach, and there were no footprints around. The three of Mo Xian stopped seven or eight meters away from the corpse to observe the sandy land next to Zoberton. Xian is [-]% sure that Zobertown appeared on the beach out of thin air.

"The corpse was two or three meters away from the sea surface, so it couldn't have been washed up when the tide was high," Mao Li rubbed his chin in thought, "It seems that this is another murder case in a secret room."

"I brought a camera!" Conan raised the camera hanging around his neck tenderly, "Uncle Maori, after taking pictures of the scene, we can get close to Mr. Zoberton."

"I didn't expect that, Conan," Mao Li slapped Conan's head with joy, took the camera roughly, and clicked on the scene a few times. After he took more than 20 photos, the three of them were cautious. Stepping on the ground, one by one, they walked towards the corpse.

Sure enough, it was Mr. Zuo Bodun. After Maori checked his back, he turned the front side over, and Zuo Bodun's face was immediately imprinted in their eyes. Mo Xian avoided his death, pointing sharply at the marks under his body, "Look, What's this?"

On the beach below the corpse, there were wide drag marks, and Mo Xian even saw a small piece of red debris, she and Conan watched helplessly as Maori put on the glove that he took out from nowhere, picked up the debris and looked at it carefully, " This is a fragment of a balloon."

He then untied Zuobo Dun's clothes, and sure enough, he found fine red marks drawn by threads on his chest and abdomen. Mo Xian and Conan looked at each other and understood how the murderer transported the body to the beach out of thin air. .

"It's a balloon," Mo Xian put his right hand between his eyebrows, and looked at the place where they were condescendingly observing just now, "the murderer is there, first cut countless fishing lines, and then put the corpse on the fishing line like a stretcher. Dozens of hundreds of balloons were tied to both ends until they could float him up, and when the body was blown over the beach, the murderer used an unknown method to puncture the balloon at one end, so that the balloon at the other end It can fly away with the fishing line along with the wind."

[I'll go, can this work?Can balloons fly? ]

[Actually, there are reports in the news that ninety helium balloons can take people to an altitude of 2400 meters. If you just want to float from the place Momo mentioned to the beach, maybe you don’t need ninety. ] [This method of killing is absolutely perfect, where is the fishing line?Can fishing line lift people up? ] [As long as there are enough threads and the rows are dense enough, of course it can, don't forget that cloth is also woven with threads. ][This needs to be tested repeatedly, such as measuring the wind force, how many balloons can float up, and so on. ] [No wonder you have to prescribe drugs to you, and you can't do it without enough time. ] "The question is, how did the murderer pop the balloon?" Maori sat cross-legged on the ground thinking hard, "Archery?"

"It takes a lot of arrows," Mo Xian stared at the beach and shook his head, "and the arrows will fall on the beach, but there is no trace of the arrow shaft next to us, wait, that is..." Her right hand carefully pushed aside the arrow next to the corpse. A layer of floating sand revealed a feather stained with fine sand particles. Conan looked at the group of pigeons by the sea the moment he saw the feather, "So that's how it is."

"So that's how it is," Mo Xian also sighed, "The blood on the feathers, the legend of the young bird, the note refers to pigeons!"

The haiku on the note reads "The sea breeze blows from the land, the feathers are stained with blood, the shadows of the afternoon cover the cedar trees, and the small shells on the beach are moistened", the first sentence refers to the island where the crime took place, the second sentence alludes to the modus operandi of pigeons, and the second sentence The three sentences predicted the place of Saeki Daichi's death, and the fourth sentence was about Saeki Don. It turned out that the murderer had clearly placed the case in front of their eyes.

"I know the murderer's modus operandi!" She stood up from the ground and said, "Mr. Saeki's murder in the study, and Saeki Daichi's modus operandi in the cedar forest, I understand! I also know who the murderer is! But, beautiful I still feel a little strange about Mrs. Tree's death."

"Although Mrs. Miki died from poisoning, she was also murdered in a secret room," Mao Li said ponderingly, "The four cases were all murders in a secret room. Could it be the same murderer?"

Mo Xian shook his head, undecided.

After the three people discussed, Maori stayed on the beach and watched the body to prevent others from approaching. Mo Xian and Conan went to inform the people in the villa and waited for the arrival of the supply ship. His wife and children staggered to the beach, Xiaolan went downstairs to the kitchen to help Mr. Housekeeper make breakfast, Mo Xian looked at everyone in the living room with his chin in his hands, and suddenly heard Conan whispering in his ear, "Sister Mo, when I went to the utility room, I found that the bag of balloons you mentioned was gone!"

"Yeah," she tapped her finger on the table and asked Conan softly, "I have a question. Mr. Butler said that Shotaro Nishino died shortly after Mr. Saeki's return because of jumping off a building in his family's business. Before that, were they on good terms? ?”

"Yes, the Nishino family and the Saeki family are very close," Conan recalled for a long time and said, "It is said that Nishino Shotaro's brother, Nishino Momotaro, also had a relationship with Mr. Saeki's first wife, Mrs. Shizuka."

Mo Xian nodded.

When the hour hand of the big clock in the living room pointed to 12, Mr. Housekeeper’s lunch was ready. Not long after the supply ship was notified, the police also appeared on the island. Okayama Prefecture belongs to Okayama City, so two people came. An unfamiliar face, but fortunately, police officer Mu Mu also appeared on the island for some reason, which made Mo Xian and the others feel at ease.

As soon as the police arrived, they surveyed the scene and recorded statements in an orderly manner, and Mo Xian was not spared. The sea breeze was blowing outside the window like a sharp whistle, which made people extremely upset.

"Four corpses," Police Officer Meguro just accompanied the police officers in Okayama City to see, he didn't get involved in the case, he just asked Mori Kogoro, "brother Mori, did you find anything wrong? "

Mao Li shook his head sadly, but the Okayama City police officer smiled and said, "Before I came, I found something wrong."

"What clue?" Mo Xian, who had just finished recording the statement, heard the strange police officer say, "Just the day before yesterday, Ms. Nishino, whose family was ruined by Mr. Saeki, died. Immediately afterwards, Mr. Saeki was arrested yesterday. Murder, you say, isn't it a bit of a coincidence?"

What, they already knew that Conan and Mori were still present at the scene of Ms. Nishino's death.

"That's right, it's because Ms. Nishino died in Tokyo, so I hurried over here after hearing what happened on the island," Police Officer Megure explained the reason for his coming, "Mr. Saeki has a lot to do with Miss Nishino's death." Big suspicion."

"Why is that?" Maori scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Any clues?"

"Because of the note he received, the blood-stained feather," the Okayama City police officer said, "he seemed to think that this note was sent to him by Miss Nishino, so he sent his men to scare her, but Whether Mr. Saeki is the murderer or not, Officer Megure is still investigating."

"Why did he think it was from Miss Nishino?" Maori still couldn't figure out the situation.

The Okayama city police officer sighed, "Probably the Nishino family—especially Ms. Nishino—has one of the best pigeon training skills in Okayama Prefecture."