The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

When Yuantai came to hold the door open, Conan immediately ran into the basement.

He first picked up the watch that fell under the steps, and then used the light source of the watch as illumination to examine the body.

Unlike the fresh corpses that are abundant in Mihua, this corpse has been highly skeletal.

Conan did a little inspection and judged that the body had been here for at least 10 years.

There was nothing on the skeleton to identify him.

In the right hand of the skeleton was a piece of cloth with a bunch of incredible words written on it.

"This is……"

Since the body had been lying there for a long time, all traces should have disappeared, and Conan was not afraid of damaging the scene. This time, Conan directly picked up the cloth strip with his hands.

I saw that the words on the cloth strips were all Chinese characters, but some of them were false words composed of radicals of Chinese characters, and no information could be read.

Looking at the cloth strip in his hand, Conan was startled, and suddenly remembered that one day 10 years ago, he had seen such a cloth strip.

Time goes back to 10 years ago, when Xiao Xinyi was playing football with other classmates on the playground.

Xiaolan suddenly ran over and said that a magical "magic belt" was found in the old warehouse behind the school.

So, the two came to the old warehouse and saw a tape with unknown writing on the door handle of the warehouse.

Xiaoxin recognized that the words on the belt were somewhat similar to Chinese characters, so he wanted to take off the belt and take it back to show the teacher.

But at this moment, a man dressed as a baseball player appeared behind him and warned the two not to take off their belts.

"Because that belt is used to seal the terrible monsters in the warehouse..."

Although a long time has passed, Conan still remembers what the man said at that time.

But then the matter fell into disuse. After all, children are easily distracted.

Could it be that this belt is the same one from back then?

The unsolved mysteries of childhood now appeared before us again, and this skeleton immediately aroused Conan's curiosity.

He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the cloth, then turned around and asked the three little ones to call the police.

However, the three little ones didn't bring their mobile phones to school, so the task of calling the police fell on Wakasa Rumi, who was standing silently behind.

…

Soon, the police arrived at the school.

The person handling this case was Shiratori Rensaburo, who had been promoted to the police department before.

After listening to Conan and the three little birds describe how they found the body, Shiratiao began to investigate the scene.

After a while, I came to a conclusion.

This skeleton should have been a thief during his lifetime.

There was a large crack on the back of the skull of the skeleton, and he was lying on his back under the steps, with a large bag of lime in his arms.

It means that this person came to the school warehouse to steal lime in the middle of the night, but when he went up the steps, his center of gravity was unstable, causing his body to fall back and die.

And because the warehouse was abandoned soon after, no one has ever discovered it.

"In short, this should be just an accident."

"When we go back, we will investigate the missing persons records from 10 years ago, and we should be able to confirm his identity..."

"Goodbye then."

Watching Officer Shiratori leave, Yuantai put his head on his arms and sighed: "What are you doing? It turns out it's not a murder case..."

Mitsuhiko: "Yeah, it's a bit boring..."

Ayumi: "What a pity. I thought I could catch the murderer again..."

Listening to the increasingly outrageous speeches of the three little ones, Conan felt both emotional and helpless.

These children have been following him around, and they have less and less respect for life.

Was your past self like this too?

Conan recalled that he would show excitement when he encountered a case a year ago.

Especially the more confusing the case, the more excited the brain feels.

This feeling of crazy secretion of dopamine makes me enjoy it very much.

But as everyone knows, this kind of thinking will make people look more and more like a crime-solving machine rather than a human detective.

From enjoying the process of reasoning to allowing the case to happen.

A mediocre case with no casualties is not enough. The more bizarre and brutal the case, the more enjoyable it is.

What happens if this desire is not fulfilled for a long time?

Create a case personally...

This transformation process is actually a process of gradually pursuing excitement.

Conan reflected on himself, and at the same time, he also reflected on Holmes, whom he had always regarded as his faith.

Sherlock Holmes is a detective who pursues the joy of reasoning.

When he can't find a case that can stimulate his brain, he will be so bored that his brain almost goes crazy, and he needs morphine to get over the trough.

In the process of pursuing reasoning and puzzles, will we lose the empathy that humans should have in the process?

The occurrence of a case often means that someone's interests have been damaged, whether in money or life.

Is it a human thought to expect something like this to happen every day?

But what will happen if Holmes doesn't encounter an exciting case for a long time?

Holmes could become a madman, as he kept telling Watson.

Or overdose on morphine and die alone in a house at 221B Baker Street one day.

Or you can personally create a case and find another way to pursue excitement.

If what drives Moriarty to his crimes is ambition, then Holmes's is pure fun.

This kind of criminal is even more terrifying.

Because all his actions have no purpose, and Holmes is an extremely logical person.

He will be the most "perfect" criminal in history...

Fortunately, Sherlock Holmes is just a character created in a literary work. Whether he is good or bad, alive or dead, it is all the author's decision.

But the real world is not like this.

Once something is done, there is no going back.

Once some thoughts are developed since childhood, it is difficult to change when you grow up.

Both you and the three little ones should establish a mindset - detectives exist to solve cases, and should not expect cases to happen.

Therefore, Conan decided to give the three little ones a rigid habit now, and try not to let them follow him to solve cases anymore and accept the mental stimulation from the case.

"Okay, lunch break is almost over, let's go back to the classroom..."

Conan turned his head and walked towards the teaching building.

The three little ones looked at Conan who turned away and looked a little unfinished.

In their impression, Conan can often turn cases that the police have characterized as accidents into cases designed by the murderer.

As a result, Conan didn't say anything this time, and didn't even investigate further.

The three of them looked at each other.

But without Conan as their backbone, they had no direction even if they wanted to investigate, so they could only follow him back to the classroom in frustration.

…

During the first physical education class in the afternoon, Conan left the Teen Detective Team on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

He came to the teacher's office alone. He stretched his head and looked around, but he didn't see the teacher.

Eh?

Why is there no one?

Conan came to the office to borrow the printer here to print out the strip of cloth found on the skeleton's hand at noon.

After thinking about it in a physical education class, he had guessed the purpose of the cloth strip.

It was a code stick used by the ancient Spartans.

Just wrap a strip of cloth around a wooden stick, write words on it, and then remove the stick, and the words on the strip of cloth will become a code that no one can understand.

Only another person with a wooden stick of the same thickness as before can restore the secret code.

Therefore, he now wants to print the words on the cloth strip on paper, and then find a stick-shaped object about the same thickness as the warehouse door handle to test his conjecture.

This kind of reasoning session, which is similar to a small science experiment, could have brought three little ones together.

But in order to prevent them from becoming like Sherlock Holmes in the future, Conan decided to do it himself.

As for the connection between the contents on the cloth and the skeleton, Conan was not sure.

Officer Shiratori couldn't tell what was wrong with his reasoning about the death, but he always felt that there might be other secrets behind the skeleton.

Especially the thief's goal is to steal the lime from the school, which Conan finds impossible.

Back to the present, Conan saw no one in the office and wanted to print it himself.

Anyway, I can use the printer myself, so I don’t need the teacher’s help.

He came to the only printer in the center of the office, connected his mobile phone to the computer next to him, and copied the photos to the computer.

Next, check the size and spacing to make it similar to what you see on the actual cloth strip.

Then it’s time to print.

Conan played with the mouse skillfully, and then, the printer's work indicator light came on, and a "thumping" sound came from inside.

Conan was standing in front of the printer waiting, unaware that a person was standing behind him.

After the printing was completed, he stood on tiptoe and took out the printed paper. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was startled by the person standing behind him.

"ah……"

Conan's eyes moved up and he saw the new teacher Rumi Wakasa looking at him quietly.

"Teacher Wakasa?"

Wakasa Rumi reacted expressionlessly for a few seconds, then suddenly showed a gentle smile, leaned down and asked: "Edogawa Conan, right?"

"Well..." Conan nodded.

"What are you doing here?"

Facing Rumi Wakasa's question, Conan had an idea and reacted instantly.

"This is a word game that will be used in the next self-study class..."

"Word games?"

The lens of Wakasa Rumi's right eye reflected light, and she asked doubtfully: "Is there such an arrangement in the self-study class? Why didn't I know?"

Conan was surprised for a moment, and then he remembered that Rumi Wakasa was the deputy head teacher, and she knew all about the activities of her class.

"Well, this is..."

"yes……"

Conan couldn't think of any other reason for a while, so he could only tell her that he wanted to decipher the code on this cloth belt.

"Huh? So it turns out there wasn't random writing on it?"

Rumi Wakasa bent over and looked at the paper in Conan's hand, looking quite interested.

"If that's the case, then count me in~"

Conan looked at the smiling Wakasa Rumi and had no reason to refuse.

After all, they are the teachers.

With Wakasa's help, Conan was quickly ready to restore the password stick.

When Conan personally wrapped the note around a marker about the same thickness as a warehouse door handle, the words and radicals on the note were combined into a new string of words.

However, even if new words are formed, the meaning cannot be read at all.

Only the second character from left to right can be seen to be the character "江" from the Edo period.

"Strange, it should be like this..."

Conan repeatedly tried the password stick, but the text he got out had no meaning.

This made him feel a little irritated. Even though 10 years had passed, he still couldn't see through the code at a glance.

If Qin Zhibo was here, he would have cracked the code by now...

Conan couldn't help but think of the man who only needed one second to crack any code.

At this time, Wakasa Rumi turned her head to look at the computer not far away, muttering, "Should I make a timetable?"

"Timetable?"

"Yes." Wakasa Rumi explained with a smile, "I'm a new teacher~ I can't remember the classes the children have every day, so I'm going to print a timetable to take home..."

Hearing Wakasa Rumi's explanation, Conan didn't care about the content of the explanation, but the "timetable".

Wakasa Rumi's words reminded him that Ayumi picked up an unfinished timetable in an abandoned warehouse.

What if that was not a timetable, but a table for interpreting the code?

"Teacher Wakasa, do you have any more paper?"

"Yes..."

Conan asked for another piece of paper, drew a dividing line according to the schedule, and then arranged the sides and sides of the code tape in two columns horizontally and vertically.

Then, according to the 50-sound chart, the new characters combined with the two were written on it.

A code decryption table was completed.

Conan hurriedly re-decoded the code according to the above content, but the content read out still could not form a sentence.

How could this happen?

Conan's brows, which had just been relaxed, frowned again and fell into deep thought.

Seeing that there was still no progress in the code, Wakasa Rumi also went to print the schedule.

After the schedule was printed, she sat in front of the computer desk and stretched her waist.

"Ah~ If only there was a glass of whiskey at this time~"

Whiskey?

Conan turned his head and looked at Wakasa Rumi not far away, his expression slightly stunned.

He did not trigger the PTSD of the name of the wine, but suddenly realized that there were some flaws in his code reasoning just now.

Whiskey is written in another way in Iroha Uta, and this code interpretation table should also be interpreted using Iroha Uta, not the 50-sound chart.

He quickly picked up a pen and made some changes based on the original interpretation table.

Soon, a new interpretation table was completed.

According to the above content, this time the complete sentence was successfully interpreted.

"Great!"

Conan, who finally solved the code from 10 years ago, couldn't help but make an excited sound.

Wakasa Rumi, who was on the other side of the office, heard the sound and came over, curiously asking: "Conan, has the code been solved?"

"Yes..."

Conan showed a confident smile on his face and showed the remade code table to Wakasa Rumi.

"This is the hint given to me by 'whiskey' mentioned by Mr. Wakasa. It turns out that this interpretation table does not use the 50-sound chart, but Iroha Uta."

"Follow this idea to sort it out again, and the code content will appear..."

"The things have been divided, come here quickly."