Conan’s Corpse Picker

"Then what?" After doing this, Officer Takagi waited for the next instruction honestly.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief and felt happy that he was done: "Then just turn off the power."

The Mumu Police Department looked at their subordinates busying around, and vaguely felt something was wrong: "Wait a minute, what does 'just turn off the power' mean - the death information of the deceased? What do the chess pieces on this chessboard mean?"

Jiang Xia looked at the three clients next to him: "What do you think?"

"Ah?" When the three people who tried hard to reduce their sense of presence saw him asking, they had no choice but to look at each other and walked over to look at the chessboard.

After just one glance, the fashionable young man was surprised and said: "This game of chess is too strange. What are the things being played here?"

The Mumu Police Department was startled: "What's so strange?"

The fashionable young man looked at the layman and shook his head helplessly: "I can't explain much, so let's just talk about the most basic ones. Look - the four black pieces have clearly surrounded the white piece, but this white piece is It was not taken away, which is against the rules of Go.”

While others were studying the chessboard, Conan tiptoed to the computer and took out the blank disk with the diary on it.

Just as he stuffed the disk into his pocket, a faint voice came from behind him: "What are you doing?"

Conan: "?!!"

He was so scared that he came to his senses after a second and recognized Jiang Xia's voice.

"I'm scared to death. Why are you walking silently?" Conan almost thought that the disk was going to be confiscated by the police. He fearfully touched the disk through his clothes, then turned around to talk to his classmate who was easy to talk to. "I just suddenly discovered that Taku Itakura The icons on the keyboard look a bit like a chessboard.”

Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked precisely at the place where he hid the disk: "Really?"

"..." Conan silently covered the disk tightly: Do you have clairvoyance... Don't look at it, I won't give you the disk, this is for your own good - being beaten by Gin and drugged I can bear the terrible consequences alone!

When a fake primary school student is alone and tragic.

Next to him, the Mediterranean client overheard Conan's words and suddenly realized something: "By the way, speaking of it, Taku Itakura is like me, his eyesight is deteriorating rapidly. I heard that he is learning Braille input for this - I look at the chessboard The chess pieces on the top look like Braille’s arrangement.”

Mumu Police Department's eyes lit up. Unexpectedly, there was a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger among these suspects. He quickly got out of the way of the chessboard: "Come and see, what do these chess pieces mean if they are converted into Braille?"

The Mediterranean client walked over, pushed up his glasses and looked carefully: "If you ignore the white ones and only look at the black ones, these words are 'fierce', 'hand', 'yes'..."

Halfway through reading, Mediterranean suddenly froze, pointed at Mushroom Head in shock, and finished the sentence with a stutter: "'Soma' - it's him, this is his name, the murderer is him!"

police:"?!"

Jiang Xia came over and asked Mediterranean: "There's still half of it. I've already recited it. Let's just finish it."

Mediterranean came back to his senses and quickly stared at the chessboard and continued to interpret: "'The evidence is' 'his watch'."

"..."

Every word that popped out made Mushroom Head's face look even uglier. Needless to say, everyone can see it now - the words left on the chessboard are probably all true.

"Did you kill him?" The fashionable young man looked at Mushroom Head in disbelief. Not long ago, this was a fellow sufferer who was crowded with him. Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned into a murderer. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel scared, "Thank you for having such an honest face..." You really can't tell a person's face!

When Mushroom Head heard what he said, he hurriedly came to his senses. He laughed dryly: "What nonsense, how come I don't know that I am the murderer? By the way, didn't the famous detective just say that the murderer has been here several times - it must be true In order to get away with the crime, the murderer played this game and put the blame on me, an innocent passerby! "

Jiang Xia shook his head: "You despise the deceased too much - a programmer who keeps breaking appointments and makes you have to cooperate with him, his thinking and wisdom must be above yours.

"But after you tied him up, you actually thought the waiting time was too long, so you left here without authorization and gave him a lot of alone time.

“Although this period of time is not enough for him to save himself, it is enough for him to write a script that will drag you to death.

"For example, he knew that the last diary entry he wrote on the day of his death could help the police pinpoint the suspect among the three of you.

“So after discovering his body, the police will probably call the three of you to inquire about the situation, and ask you to look at the photos of the scene, and then see the chessboard next to the body.

“Mr. Subai from the Go game company knows Go very well, and once he points out that the game is wrong, the board will attract attention.

"At this time, Mr. Naito, who is good at braille because of his poor eyesight, will notice the braille on the chessboard just like he did just now and interpret the real death message."

As he said that, Jiang Xia looked at the ugly mushroom head: "Among the three clients, you are the only one who neither knows Go nor Braille, so he deliberately chose this death message to avoid your Eye."

The mushroom head snorted stiffly: "How much brain can a shut-in programmer have? This is just your imagination. Besides, even if this game is really played by Itakura Taku, what does that mean? What?"

He spread his hands: "Everyone in our field knows that that guy has a bad personality and is not a good person - maybe he knew he was going to die, and remembered that he had quarreled with me before, so he deliberately set up a trap and wanted to be cruel. Trick everyone hard."

Jiang Xia laughed: "This is indeed not a piece of ironclad evidence. I am just admiring Mr. Itakura's calmness before his death. As for the evidence of your murder... hasn't he already pointed it out? It's the one on your wrist. This watch."

"?!" Mushroom Head covered his wrist. In the flash of lightning, he remembered some details of the murder, and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Jiang Xia: "When I came here just now, I heard that Mr. Itakura has quite a lot of obsessive-compulsive disorder and is very particular about watches. In addition, I heard that his eyesight is also very poor..."

He looked at the mushroom head: "There were no signs of fighting in this room, and there were no signs of fight on Mr. Itakura. In other words, you didn't force yourself at that time, but you pretended to be friendly first, and then took advantage of him when he wasn't prepared. Put down.

"In order to dispel the deceased's vigilance, you must have been wearing a very good watch as usual when you came to visit. After Mr. Itakura saw the watch, he borrowed it and held it in his hand to watch."