Conan's Silence in the Dark

"I died of a sudden heart attack, and I have tried my best." Takeuchi took off his gloves and made a weak fit.

"Alas." Sato sighed.

Xiao Jing looked at the Kyushima martyr lying in the lounge, and intuitively felt that it was not a disease and death.

Heart attack kills? If it is a direct current from an artificial auxiliary machine, it is fine, but Mr. Kushima should not have used an artificial machine. Then drugs induce heart disease, and excessive mood swings induce heart disease. If the organization wants to kill, it should be drug-induced. By the way, it seems that it is Takeuchi who talks to Uncle Kushima in the dining car? Although he heard some of the conversation, Xiao Jing, who had been separated for a while, was not completely sure that it was him.

"If nothing else, I'll go first, and I'll get off at the next station." After Takeuchi's treatment was found ineffective, he did not plan to stay for a long time, and was packing up his things and planning to go back. Sato and the police recorded some information about Kushima.

"The deceased's name is Martyr Kushima, and he is a detective on his business card? The onset was about 7:00 to 7:20, and the time of death was determined to be 7:35. It is preliminarily determined that he died of a heart attack, so let's contact Mr. Kushima's family later and ask them to register and take Mr. Kushima away. Policeman A and Sato said.

"Huh? Wait a minute. I always felt that something was wrong. Sato couldn't find anything wrong for a while, and fell into thought.

Xiao Jing walked to the side of Jiushima and squatted, took out the tulle gloves that matched the dress in the small satchel, and put them on the sleeves of Jiushima.

No pinholes? Feeding medicine? It is difficult to swallow if you fall asleep with the medicine, and there may be residues that will ruin the entire layout.

"Eye boxes, cameras, lighters, cell phones, wallets. My pockets are really full! Sato took out the things that Kushima was carrying one by one.

"Detectives, after all." Tachibuchi, who had packed his things, said.

"That's what I said." Crew A agreed.

"Is there only these things? Sister Sato. Xiao Jing walked to the physical evidence and asked.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"There are still missing things, you see an eye box without glasses, a camera without negatives, a lighter but no cigarettes."

"That's true." Sato suddenly realized, she finally knew why she felt wrong.

"That means someone took these things away! It could be murder! Mr. Takeuchi is sorry, please check Mr. Kushima again if there are any other traumas, such as injection holes. Sato immediately thought of the murder and asked Takeuchi, who had not left yet, to help check it.

"Okay." Takeuchi is back.

Takeuchi checked Kushima's hands and pulled open his sleeves to make sure.

"Can't find pinholes."

"Is it okay to see with your eyes?" Sato asked.

"Because the time is not very long, if you inject it, there will be small red dots that are easy to distinguish." Takeuchi explained.

Wait, bare feet can also be injected. Drug addicts sometimes inject there when they take drugs.

"Sister Sato." Xiao Jing pulled Lasato's clothes.

Sato leaned down knowingly. Xiao Jing told her what she had discovered.

"Doctor, paralyze and check your bare feet." Sato said.

"Barefoot feet?" Takeuchi questioned.

"Don't some drug addicts still inject naked feet?"

"That's what I said." Takeuchi said approvingly.

Takeuchi lifted Kushima's trousers and found a small red pinhole.

"It's terrible." Passenger A sighed, and what he thought was an accident turned out to be murder.

"Please contact the police at the next stop and ask them to come. We are now also going to survey the site to see if we can find anything else. Sato immediately gave the order forcefully, it seems that the police department candidate is not in vain.

"Wait! So the prisoner is still in the car? Policeman B looked at Sato with a somewhat ugly face.

Sato nodded helplessly.

"The total number of guests is about 3,000!" Crew B couldn't help but say.

"The prisoners are among these 3,000 people, and now I will investigate the scene in the hope of finding clues." Sato said and took action.

"By the way, Dr. Takeuchi thanks for your help."

"No, nothing, if there is anything I can help with, just do as I am told." Takeuchi replied.

Sato returned to the scene and looked around and found no traces.

"What's that?" Xiao Jing saw a white linear thing on the ground.

"It seems to be an orange. But there are no orange peels in the trash cans. "

"Maybe he took it away to hide his own existence, and Dr. Takeuchi smelled of oranges on his hands." Xiao Jing had just approached Takeuchi and smelled it.

"Xiao Jing, are you suspicious of Doctor Takeuchi?" Although Sato thought it was murder, he never suspected Dr. Takeuchi.

"It's just possible that naked foot injections are not something that ordinary people can do, and doctors can do it. And he didn't recognize him as a doctor at first. Xiao Jing told Sato about the situation that Takeuchi did not want to help with the treatment just now.

"But we don't have a clue."

"Let's see if anyone sees the murderer." Xiao Jing couldn't find other clues for a while.

"Well, that's it." After Sato's search was fruitless, he could only begin to prove this development to others.

"Hello, have you seen anyone sitting in this seat in the recent time?" Sato asked the underworld-dressed man sitting in the back row.

"Who are you, how can I know when I was just sleeping."

"Sorry, I did this." Sato showed him his police ID.

"Cut, sliver? , but someone has done this chair in front of it, and I don't know who it looks like. "

"Do you want to hide something? Since you know someone, how can someone not know what it is? "

"Someone put down the seat in front of me when I slept, and someone must have sat on it. I kicked it dimly and rose back up, and I went back to sleep. The scar-faced man said with a big grin.

"Well, this uncle didn't lie, this uncle was asleep when I came over." Xiao Jing thought about the scene when she came over and said with certainty.

"Hearing no, it's really disappointing to ride in a car and still run into a strip." I went to the free seat and went to sleep. Scarface took the bag and left, as if disdaining to stay with Sato.

"This abominable fellow!" Sato could only watch him leave with a cannibalistic look.

"Well, Sister Sato, don't be angry, at least make sure someone has come." Xiao Jing said comfortingly.

"We found these in the bin." Officer A placed cigarettes and glasses on the table in the police office.

"There are no negatives." Xiao Jing looked at it and immediately saw that something important was missing.

"Then it is very likely that the negative is still in the hands of the prisoner." Sato concluded.

"Sister Sato, I think of a way that I might try." Xiao Jing and Sato said.

"What way?"

"We do this, this and then this." Xiao Jing whispered in Sato's ear.

"Mr. Takeuchi, I'm sorry to trouble you again. This time must be with a certain medical knowledge, can only trouble you. Sato made a pleasant.

"Okay, if you have any questions, just ask." Takeuchi readily agreed

"This child has gone to Mr. Kushima twice, and she plans to apologize because she almost caused Mr. Kushima to fall. But the first time I found that I was sleeping, I didn't bother when I came back, and after a while I went to make sure that Kushima had been in cardiac shock. By the way, I forgot to introduce, this child is Mao Lijing, her father is a detective, her mother is a lawyer, and I think she should not be wrong about whether she is in shock or asleep. "

"That means the prisoner committed the crime in such a short time, right?" Takeuchi heard the meaning from Sato's words.

"Yes, by the way, you haven't been to Mr. Kushima's carriage, have you?" Sato pretended to ask casually.

"Of course not." Takeuchi replied affirmatively.

"Okay, now I would like to ask you to assist us in our experiment, because if the police go, it may cause unnecessary trouble."

"Okay, I'm happy to help."

"Then please follow me." The tall Sato walked in front and blocked Takeuchi's view.

"Please sit."

Takeuchi sat down on the side of Kushima. Subconsciously wanted to pull down the seat, but immediately stopped.

"Well, we want to simulate the scene where the prisoner commits a crime, and in order not to attract attention, the prisoner should pretend to sit down and determine whether Mr. Kushima is asleep, and then take Mr. Kushima's things."

"Simulate the scene? I know. Takeuchi injected a simulated needle under Sato's feet with a pen as instructed, and then Sato-za lay sleepily in his chair. Takeuchi took a box of cigarettes from the coat that covered Sato's body.

"Is that okay?" Takeuchi, who had completed the simulation, asked.

Xiao Jing came over from the side at this time, holding something in her hand and making an OK gesture with Sato.

"Thank you, Mr. Takeuchi, now the scope of prisoners has been reduced."

"Oh?"

"The prisoner is you."

"Miss Police, you can't talk nonsense."

"I couldn't be sure, but the experiment just made me convinced."

"Do you mean technique? With a syringe, with a little practice, I think anyone can do it. "

"No, you didn't do something that everyone would do."

"Please make it clear." Takeuchi was a little impatient.

"You don't lean back when you sit down, and most people lean their chair back when they sit and you don't. (The chairs on the train over there can be adjusted to facilitate the passengers' rest, and they usually lean back when they sit down to indicate that there is someone in this position.) Sato knocked on the back of his chair.

"That doesn't mean anything, I don't want to lean back, what kind of evidence is that?"

"So I want to ask, why is that?"

"There's a rogue kicking a chair in the back, isn't it, and there's a scar on his face."

"Oh? Hooligans with scars on their faces? Are you sure? "

"When..." Takeuchi looked back only to see a middle-aged woman reading a magazine, and the middle-aged woman nodded politely to him when she saw him.

"Maybe I was wrong when I came!" Takeuchi immediately changed his rhetoric.

"Uncle Takeuchi, don't quibble, this is found in your bento. Xiao Jing put the film wrapped in a handkerchief on the table. "

"Mr. Takeuchi, do you have anything else to say?" Sato looked at Takeuchi.

"I... I killed it .." Takeuchi only confessed in front of the evidence.

"Xiao Jingxin owes you to you! How did you know the film was still in his bag? Sato and Mayumi asked as they took Shizune home after handing over the prisoners.

"Because the time for his murder is tight after all, there is no time to eliminate the evidence, and when we went to the doctor, he wanted to go to the evidence at that time, but after you spoke, he sat down again." We may not find any clues about other things thrown in the trash, but there must be him in the film, so he can't throw this thing. "

"So let me call him in for an experiment and you go find the film, right?"

"That's right." After all, even if you are a police officer without a warrant, you can't invade other people's privacy casually, no, and I'm a child anyway, even if I don't find it, I will be blamed at most.

"Sure enough, as smart as Mr. Māori! This is called genes! Mayumi sighed.

"Maybe." I'm sure I inherited more of my mother's genes!