Conan’s World Stand-in

"This is the guest room where the crime occurred. In order to avoid the traces of contamination on the scene, please wear these protective equipment, follow the pedal action we laid on the ground, and put all your hair into the hat, especially This classmate. And later cooperate with us to keep fingerprints and hair and other materials for easy comparison. "

A cordon has been raised at the door of the guest room, and the guarding police officer handed over two plastic bags and said to Kudo Shinichi and Guan Dounan. However, the police officer did not know whether he had an opinion on the long-haired person or Guan Dounan himself, and emphasized it.

The plastic bag contained disposable shoe covers, gloves, masks, and plastic caps. It seemed that the Metropolitan Police Department's forensics department was at least responsible in this regard.

While wearing all kinds of equipment, Guan Dounan glanced sideways into the guest room. Five or six police officers from the forensics class were holding various lamps, reagents, cameras, and other incomprehensible props, looking solemnly collecting them. Traces of the scene.

"Damn it, no matter how you extract it, you can only find the footprints of Mr. Yamazaki and the maid who came to clean it, and only the long hair belonging to the maid was found in the hair. Is it really the person who was killed by the knife floating by itself?"

"The railings of the balcony are full of fine dust, but I can't find a fingerprint or footprint. I don't know if I should thank the cleaning staff for being lazy and not cleaning it up."

"Don't complain! It's better to investigate one more grid if you have the time, maybe you can find something."

The heat, the state of the forensics officers at work and the anger in their hearts can be described in this word.

"Mr. Yamazaki's body has already been sent for judicial autopsy, but we have photos of the scene... Uh, is it okay for you, classmate Guan?"

Takagi took out a stack of photos from his portfolio and asked Guan Dounan hesitantly. Ordinary people see photos of the remains, even if the photos themselves are not very bloody, they will feel uncomfortable because of some psychological effects.

Like Kudo Shinichi Takagi, a monster is not included in ordinary people, so Guan Dounan, the only seemingly normal person, needs Takagi to take more precautions.

First, don't give him any psychological shadow. Second, if he couldn't help but vomit directly and contaminate the scene, it would be troublesome to clean up.

"The answer is, I don't know either. No one knows what the answer is if I haven't tried it. Maybe I'm actually a potential perverted murderer... Just kidding." Guan Dounan thought it was a good joke, But seeing Officer Takagi's expression, he seemed to take it seriously.

"Then, if there is any discomfort, give me the photo, don't force it." Takagi handed the photo to Guan Dounan with a little worry.

After a little mental preparation, Guan Dounan looked at the photo in his hand.

Mr. Yamazaki in the photo is about 40 or 50 years old, his hair is not completely white, and his face is that of a typical neon middle-aged man, but his expression is very stunned, his eyes are wide open and even a little panic.

Although it sounds weird, Guan Dounan felt that Mr. Yamazaki was looking down slightly.

Mr. Yamazaki's body is half lying and half sitting, still wearing a more formal suit, his slippers have not been taken off, he should just lie here temporarily to rest, the silk quilt and pillow behind him have been soaked with blood seeping from his body Stained a lot of red. The dagger remained in his chest, and as Officer Takagi said, the blade was parallel to the ribs, and the position was indeed a bit strange.

There was a lot of blood flowing out of his chest, and it seemed that there should have been a splashing process, perhaps stabbing an important blood vessel. Most of the black suit he was wearing was soaked with blood, as were the sheets under him.

"It doesn't seem as difficult to accept as I imagined. Maybe I really have a talent for this?"

Guan Dounan looked at the photos, and although he was still a little frowning at the huge amount of blood and the twisted and frightened expression on Mr. Yamazaki's face, he didn't react too strongly. Perhaps it is related to the fact that the deceased was killed by a knife this time, and there were no scenes that were too terrifying.

"Is this painting behind Mr. Yamazaki Van Gogh's "Sunflower"?" Guan Dounan asked Officer Takagi, pointing to the photo in his hand.

"Yes, it looks like it should be one of the "Twelve Sunflowers in a Vase", the original one preserved in the Philadelphia Museum." Kudo Shinichi took a look and explained to Guan Dounan.

"In general, does anyone hang this kind of oil painting over the head of the bed?"

"This...it's hard to say. After all, no one can tell about the artist. Maybe there is someone who likes to hang an oil painting by the bedside." Kudo Shinichi touched his chin, "But personally, I won't do this. First, although "Sunflowers" tends to express positive emotions in Van Gogh's works, I personally don't appreciate it. Second…"

"The oil painting hangs on the head of the bed, and if it falls, it will easily hit the head."

"really…"

…

Putting on the protective equipment, Guan Dounan followed in the footsteps of Kudo Shinichi, stepping on the pedals that had been paved and specially prepared for the crime scene, and walked into this guest room where the murder had actually happened.

"Well…"

Guan Dounan frowned, raised his hand to squeeze the mask clip on his nose a little tighter, and let out a low and somewhat rough exhale from his nasal cavity.

"The smell of blood doesn't smell good, right?" Kudo Shinichi turned his head and said, with most of his face covered by a mask, whether he was happy or sad, "so I have always wondered why someone would take the initiative to commit a crime, or even commit a crime. Addicted to this kind of thing..."

"I can only say that fortunately I'm not that kind of pervert." Guan Dounan pinched his nose and responded.

There is nothing special in the room except for the strong **** smell. The blood-stained sheets, pillows, quilts, etc. have been sealed up and taken away, ready to go to the professional forensics studio for more detailed inspections. search.

Although under normal circumstances, outside detectives have used reasoning and psychological pressure to directly find the murderer before they start work, what the forensics class does is from finding evidence to point out the murderer to providing the prosecution with information. All kinds of evidence prove the murderer's guilt.

And working for prosecutors who are meticulous and even nitpicky in various places is really not an easy task. After all, it is not from the evidence but from the reasoning of the heart. It is easy to be directly "objected to Ali" by the opponent's lawyer during the court trial. Therefore, when the prosecution encounters such a case with weak physical evidence, it will be against them and the police. The inspectors under him made all kinds of cynicism and sarcasm.

Therefore, if we count the number of police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department who have "great opinions on detectives", the police officers in the forensics class will definitely account for the majority - after all, they are all based on merit and deeds. It's all about the cops in charge of the arrests...

Therefore, after Kudo Shinichi walked in, the police officers in the forensics section just glanced at him, and didn't seem to want to pay attention to him at all.

"The door lock doesn't look like it's been manipulated... No holes, no scratches, no tape residue." Kudo Shinichi seems to be used to this kind of thing, and uses gloves with gloves on his own. Touch the doors and windows that have been checked, like a supervisor checking a student's paper.

Guan Dounan also watched from the side, but couldn't see anything except that it was the door lock.

"By the way, Senior Guan, you don't know the original state of this place when it was discovered." Kudo Shinichi looked at the door lock and said, "According to the visiting guests and the maid in the villa, Mr. Yamazaki arrived early today. It seems that there is something to talk to Mr. Sewa. But because Sewa has to deal with the reception, he asked Mr. Yamazaki to rest in the guest room for a while, and come to the reception at four o'clock."

"According to the maid, Mr. Yamazaki chose a guest room by himself, and the only one who knew about it was the maid who brought him here."

"In the middle of the reception, Mr. Seba asked the maid to push his wheelchair to go to the toilet. On the way, he mentioned why he didn't see Mr. Yamazaki for so long, so after using the toilet, he directly asked the maid to take him to the guest room. , kept knocking on the door and no one responded, UU reading www.uukanshu.com only then took out the spare key to open the door, and then found the body."

"According to the results of the preliminary body examination, Mr. Yamazaki's death was actually when Mr. Sewa went to the toilet and was not at the reception." Kudo Shinichi checked the door lock and stood up, looking at Guan Dounan, "How is it , any ideas?"

"Why is it a toilet again..." Guan Dounan's stand-in was still uninspired, and his biggest flaw after listening to it was the toilet that once again existed as an alibi.

"Well, after all, going to the bathroom is one of the best ways to cover up in many cases. In 100 cases, about 30 people who don't have an exact alibi would say they went to the bathroom."

"I can't think of anything for now, let's take a look."

Kudo Shin nodded, and went to the balcony to check the possible footprints on the railings. Guan Dounan saw that the small balcony was already crowded with three people including Kudo Shinichi, so he decided not to join in the fun and look elsewhere.

Anyway, he really just came to have a look. After reading a lot and getting enough information, he can activate his stand-in ability and get the answer he wants.

He paid attention to the oil painting hanging on the bedside. Some people often said that seeing too many paintings by painters like Van Gogh could easily lead to mental pollution, and some people even got involved in the myth of the system of restraint. Guan Dounan didn't think that SAN was lost or anything, he just thought it was a bit weird to put this painting here.

The headboard of this bed was more than one meter off the ground, and Mr. Yamazaki didn't touch the headboard when he was half-recumbent. This "Sunflower" is also about one meter high. It is hung on the head of the bed, which is already a little high. There is almost no blank space at the top and bottom, and the layout is very strange.