Coroner Ke Xue

Mao Lilan's words were like throwing a bomb, causing an uproar at the scene:

"What? Madam is the murderer?!"

"How is it possible for her? Didn't she just go home with you?"

Everyone's expressions changed, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Even Conan couldn't help but be shocked:

Xiaolan figured out the truth so quickly?

Before the 'Kansai Hattori' knew where to look for clues, and before she, the 'Kanto Kudo', could solve the mystery, she had already found the murderer!

Conan's eyes became increasingly complicated.

Unknowingly, Xiaolan was able to walk in front of him with her own strength.

He was both emotional and disappointed, but also secretly happy.

But Mao Lilan is not happy at all now.

There were tears in the corners of her eyes now, and she quietly looked at Mrs. Ikemura among the crowd, whose face had turned pale, with a sentimental and angry look:

"Mrs. Ikemura, I have seen through your murderous plot."

"You came to my father's office not to issue a commission, but to use us as witnesses to create an alibi for you."

"I" Mrs. Ikemura tried hard to organize her words.

However, looking at the pure tears shining in Mao Lilan's clear eyes.

Somehow, she suddenly felt ashamed of herself. She stammered and held it in for a long time, but she was unable to do the bad thing of denying and sophistry.

Mao Lilan continued to say in her slightly trembling voice:

"Actually, the so-called 'secret room murder' does not exist at all. It is an illusion created by you."

"Because when we visited Ikemura's house and opened the study door, Mr. Ikemura was not dead at all!"

"He was probably just sleeping there because you gave him sleeping pills, so he looked like he was dead."

"I think that as long as Mr. Ikemura Isao's stomach contents and blood are extracted for toxicological testing, the ingredients of sleeping drugs will definitely be detected."

What she said caused an uproar.

At this time, not only Conan, but even the slow Mouri Kogoro had understood the truth that his daughter wanted to reveal:

"I see."

"The deceased was killed right under our noses!"

"Because when Xiaolan did the autopsy, we all saw that Mr. Ikemura Isao's lips started to turn purple at that time!"

"This proves that he died just now, not 'within half an hour' as previously speculated."

"That's right."

Mao Lilan choked and said the answer:

"A highly toxic poison is injected from the arteries of the neck, and the poison will spread throughout the body as quickly as possible, killing the victim."

"So even if the killer kills right under our noses, it's hard for us to notice."

"And because the murderer used sleeping pills to make the deceased fall asleep in advance, making him appear motionless, so..."

"We will subconsciously believe that the deceased was already dead before we entered the room, just as the murderer expected."

When saying this, Mao Lilan's voice trembled slightly.

Because she was also deceived by the murderer.

When she saw the motionless Ikemura Isao collapsed to the ground after being pushed lightly, she, like everyone else, subconsciously thought he was dead.

After that, the famous detective Hattori Heiji went to do an autopsy and concluded that he was dead, so she believed it preconceivedly.

But the fact is that Ikemura Isao was suffering from a severe toxin attack at that time and fell into suspended animation.

Otherwise, the blood will no longer continue to flow, and cyanosis of the lips will not occur.

Lin Xinyi had taught her how to identify suspended animation, and she should have discovered it.

When he thought of this, Mao Lilan felt as if he had made a huge mistake, and his expression seemed a little dazed.

She remained silent and stopped talking, and everyone could figure out the rest of the conclusion without her having to say it:

"The person was just poisoned and suffocated to death."

"And when that guy Hattori Heiji came forward to do the autopsy, Mr. Isao Ikemura already had pinholes in his neck."

"In that case, whoever had the chance to stab Mr. Ikemura's neck with a poisonous needle and inject him with the poison?"

Mouri Kogoro helped his depressed daughter to complete this reasoning:

"You can only be the only one who has come into contact with the dead before Hattori——"

"Mrs. Kimura Ikemura!"

Mrs. Chicun was silent for a while, her eyes full of panic:

Her murderous plot wasn't supposed to be solved like this.

Because even if we rely on scientific autopsy methods to deduce the time of death, there is no way to get the result accurate to within half an hour.

As a result, the police who arrived later had no way to confirm whether Ikemura died before she came back or after she came back.

The Maori family she invited could serve as witnesses after being deceived by the trick, proving that her husband was dead when she returned home.

But I never expected

In the Maori family she invited to serve as a witness, there was actually a forensic student with some knowledge.

Mrs. Chicun's carefully designed murderous plot not only failed to work, but also instantly exposed herself to Mao Lilan.

"It seems that I have made a mistake."

Mrs. Ikemura breathed a long sigh of relief.

This voice was full of relief, and it was obvious that she no longer planned to resist.

"Mom, did you really do this?" Ikemura Takayama's eyes were full of shock: "Why did you kill your father?!"

"Alas" Mrs. Chicun sighed deeply, with a look of memories appearing on her face.

She seemed to be preparing her emotions to tell some complex and sad story.

And just then.

While everyone was quietly waiting for Mrs. Ikemura to tell the story of the past.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps at the top of the stairs.

With a confident smile bright enough to endorse toothpaste for black people, Hattori Heiji made a shining appearance:

"Everyone, I already know who the murderer is!"

"Well" the atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

Look at me, everyone, and I look at you. Finally, Kogoro Mouri reminded him with a strange expression:

"That, actually"

"Actually, the murderer used a very exciting secret room killing technique!"

Hattori Heiji was so excited that he didn't notice the strange expression on Moori Kogoro's hesitant expression.

He just ran downstairs and rummaged through the trash can. Within a few minutes, he found what he wanted in the place he had deduced.

In other words, it only took him a few minutes to crack such a complicated secret room technique.

This speed of solving crimes seems to surpass 99.99% of peers in the world. What does the Maori lady compare to?

When he thought of this, Mr. Hattori Heiji, who was eager to win, could not help but feel a surge of joy in his heart:

"Although I only watched the scene for a while and was kicked out."

"But even that limited time is enough for me to see through the murderer's secret room killing techniques!"

There was a small hint of pride in his voice.

But Mao Lilan was confused when she heard it, and even forgot to shed tears:

Secret room murder?

This case is not a locked room murder at all.

How could he still figure out any secret room murder techniques?

Could it be that what I just discovered was wrong? Is Mrs. Ikemura taking the blame for others?

The fledgling Miss Maori couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

With this kind of self-doubt, she did not question Hattori Heiji out loud, but asked softly in a very weak voice:

"Well, Mr. Hattori, can you tell me what you found?"

"OK!"

Hattori Heiji thought that Mao Lilan had surrendered and was waiting to hear his own words.

So, he immediately took out the fresh fishing line he had just dug out of the trash can and displayed it in front of everyone:

"There are only two keys to the study. One was carried by Mrs. Ikemura when she went out, so it could not be used by the murderer."

"The other key is in the locked study, in the deceased's pocket."

"This formed a secret room. It makes people wonder how the murderer killed Mr. Isao Ikemura with a poisonous needle and then left the room and locked the door without the key."

"But in fact, as long as you use this fishing line to design a small mechanism, you can realize this secret room murder trick."

As he spoke, Hattori Heiji took the ball of fishing line and explained in detail the secret room killing technique that he had thoroughly understood:

"First, kill Mr. Ikemura with a poisonous needle in the study."

"Then, tie the key to the fishing line and connect the fishing line to Mr. Ikemura's pants pocket."

"Then, walk out of the study and lock the door with the key."

"Finally, pull the fishing line and use the fishing line to slowly send the key from under the door to the inside from the outside."

"The key will eventually get stuck in Mr. Ikemura's pants pocket. At this time, as long as the fishing line is pulled hard outside the door, the fishing line will be separated from the key."

"If the fishing line is completely pulled away, the key will be left in the locked study, forming a 'secret room'!"

He excitedly talked about this wonderful secret room technique that may only be possible by those with the ability of the Thread Fruit.

Immediately afterwards, Hattori Heiji spoke out the name of the "murderer" conclusively:

"The prop used by the murderer to realize the secret room was fishing line, and I just found this ball of fishing line in the trash can in the Japanese room."

"Mr. Toshimitsu Ikemura."

"After you met us just now, did you go to the Japanese room?!"

Hattori Heiji targeted the father of the deceased Ikemura Isao, Mr. Toshimitsu Ikemura.

His gaze was extremely sharp, as if he wanted to use this momentum to overwhelm the murderer.

However, unlike before, the "murderer" did not kneel and confess painfully to the music.

And what greeted Detective Hattori was not the eyes of admiration, but a deathly silence.

"What, what's wrong?"

Hattori Heiji finally noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere:

"Is there anything wrong with my reasoning?"

"Yes, I have."

Seeing this "Kansai Hattori" who claimed to be as famous as him, but had inadvertently lowered his reputation, the Conan kid who had been watching finally couldn't help but complained:

"Isn't this just talking on paper?"

"Can such a complex mechanism really succeed?"

"It's not a matter of success."

Mao Lilan couldn't help but join in the series of complaints:

"Even if this method is successful, what's the point?"

"Using this complicated secret room technique to kill people, can it help the murderer create an alibi, or can it eliminate his suspicion?"

"It can't be possible. The murderer went to great lengths to achieve the secret room murder just to show off his skills, right?"

She pointed out the most crucial point:

There must be a reason for the murderer to design the secret room, otherwise it is just a secret room for the sake of the secret room.

After spending so much effort to use secret room killing techniques, but it couldn't help him at all, did the murderer simply want to act in a detective drama in reality?

"Um" Hattori Heiji had cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

He wanted to win so much just now, but now that he calmed down and thought about it, he seemed to have so many problems with his reasoning.

"But... I clearly found the fishing line used to create the secret room!"

"Didn't the murderer use this method to kill people?"

Hattori Heiji still held on to some illusions, and it was the evidence that gave him the confidence.

"No." Mrs. Chicun gave the official certification.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I am the murderer."

Hattori Heiji:"???"

"Besides, I already confessed to Miss Mori before you showed up."

Mrs. Ikemura continued to give Detective Hattori fatal blows:

"I deliberately threw that fishing line in the Japanese room to frame the problem on my father."

"Unexpectedly, this fishing line had no chance of deceiving Miss Maori, but it caught another fish."