Corpse collector in Conan

Next to her, Vermouth was thinking about something else.

"Two people died. Strictly speaking, no one guessed correctly this time.

"No, this is not a problem for us participants. The key point is the options - Vodka does not provide a function to select two people at the same time.

"It has caused damage to the spirit and self-confidence of the participants. In this case, he should compensate each person with a few small black coins."

While the detectives and police officers were examining the body, Vermouth stood in an inconspicuous corner, planning to open a passerby mutual aid group and launch an attack on Vodka.

However, just as he took out his phone, a pair of vigilant eyes were cast at him.

Vermouth: "..."

She had never taken this female FBI who was always around her seriously before, but today she realized that this girl was really annoying sometimes...

"Dr. Xinchu" sighed inwardly, but could only pretend that he took out his phone to check the time, and silently put the phone back into his pocket.

At this moment, probably because she was idle, a voice came from the side: "The local police said that the road is not open yet, and they will not be able to come later. Doctor Xinchu, can you help with the autopsy first?"

Vermouth looked in the direction of the voice and saw Officer Sato who made the request to her... and the high school detective behind Sato Miwako.

“…”

"Doctor Shinide" looked at Officer Sato with the eyes of a large puppet, and then showed the gentle smile that a warm man should have: "Of course."

A fake doctor was forced to act as a forensic pathologist.

Not far away, Curacao watched her busying around and felt a little comforted: with the comparison of being a doctor, he realized that his part-time job as a lawyer was not bad - at least when solving a case, he would not be forced onto the stage and play a stupid role like Watson.

…

"The sharp blade pierced his neck and he was killed instantly."

Although she is not a professional doctor, this simple and clear way of death is not difficult for Vermouth. Even if she abandons her professional knowledge and relies only on her experience, she can say a few words: "Judging from the shape and approximate depth of the wound, the murder weapon should be the long knife that fell at the door."

When the old lady heard this way of death, she closed her eyes in pain: "Sure enough, it was General Hidetomo's curse. On the 500th anniversary of his death, the wronged soul attached to the armor came to the world silently. It attached itself to my son, killed the evil old man, and then stabbed itself in the throat..."

After she said this, everyone else understood belatedly: the oppressed eldest son stabbed his father to death, then returned to his room and stabbed himself in the throat... This, this is exactly the same as the legendary General Hidetomo who killed his own lord by overthrowing his superiors, and then stabbed himself in the throat!

Mao Lilan was so frightened that her voice changed: "Is it true..."

"Of course it's fake." Dr. Xinchu pushed his glasses up like a doctor who values ​​science. "There are no ghosts in the world, let alone wronged souls."

Jiang Xia briefly checked, stood up from beside the body, and interrupted this unlucky topic: "We have almost checked the scene, and the more detailed investigation will be left to the local police. Let's go back to the living room and sit down, and by the way, confirm everyone's alibi at the time of the crime."

No one objected to the proposal, and no one wanted to stay in this bloody room any longer.

The sister-in-law looked at her husband in the room with complicated eyes, then turned and left.

The maid helped the old lady to the living room and said hurriedly, "I'll make tea for everyone." After a pause, she recalled the rumbling sounds of her stomach just now, and said considerately, "What do you want to eat for breakfast? I'll prepare it."

Judy breathed a sigh of relief: "Anything is fine, just keep it simple."

The simpler the food, the faster it is to make it. She had been staying awake all night and her stomach was already starving.

Just now, when she was looking back and forth at the scene, she kept feeling her stomach growling, and she didn't know if it was an illusion. Sometimes the growling sound was even outside her body... Oh, it must be hallucination caused by hunger. Why did she follow Belmode yesterday?

Beside her, Mao Lilan looked at her, then looked at "Dr. Arata" and "Ms. Shirai", and trotted a few steps to catch up with the maid: "Let me help you, it will be faster with more people."

…

The atmosphere in the living room was solemn.

"Who killed my father and elder brother?" Daimon Ryolang obviously didn't believe that the murderer was a ghost from five hundred years ago. He said sadly, "Although they offended many people, this way of death... is too cruel."

No mistake, just one song, one post, one content, one look!

Officer Gao Mu thought of the secret room that could only be opened with an axe: "At present, it seems that the most likely scenario is that your eldest brother put on armor and killed your father, and then returned to the audio-visual room and committed suicide with a knife."

The eldest sister-in-law frowned: "He is not crazy, how could he do such a thing!"

Daimon Ryolang scratched his hair vigorously and said regretfully, "He must be fed up with his father's behavior. After being scolded yesterday, he got angrier and angrier, and then... Well, actually I had a bad feeling yesterday, but I didn't expect that he would actually dare to do such a thing!"

The eldest sister-in-law snorted coldly: "Really? But I remember that the person who couldn't stand father's behavior the most was you - don't think I don't know that it's not just father, you also often say bad things about your brother behind his back.

"If you ask me, the murderer must be you. You covet the company, but you don't want to follow your father's instructions, so you might as well kill them both at the same time. This way, you can control everything in the company!"

Daimon Ryolang: "Don't slander me! Besides, I saw the snow in the yard after I got up in the morning. The front of the yard was clean and there were no footprints. If it wasn't for Big Brother killing someone, how could there be only a set of footprints in the yard leading from the wing room to the main house before everyone passed by?

"There is only one way to explain this phenomenon. That is, last night, my eldest brother stayed in the audio-visual room for a while and became increasingly angry, so he got up and went to the wing room to argue with my father.

"While they were talking, snow was falling, covering the footprints of the two men as they walked to the wing.

"Although the eldest brother wanted to have a serious conversation, my father never gave in to his words and he definitely scolded him without restraint. The eldest brother was so angry that he drew his sword and killed my father.

"Given my brother's personality, he would have regretted and panicked when he found out that he had accidentally killed someone. Suddenly he remembered the legend of General Xiuyou and felt that everything was God's will. So he put on the armor in the wing room and returned to his favorite audio-visual room through a small path that would not easily attract everyone's attention. Then, like General Xiuyou, he stabbed himself with a knife."

“…”

The police were stunned: It seems quite reasonable? It felt like they were listening to a detective making up a story...