Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Gao Cheng's eyes twitched: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing," the strange reporter grinned, and said to everyone with a horrified expression, "I want to kindly remind you, it's best not to neglect the man locked in the second floor room. From the perspective of my reporter's intuition, the next The one who was killed should be him.

"Hehe, but the more people die, the more things I can write, which is also good news..."

"What an annoying guy!" Sakai gritted his teeth and watched the reporter leave. "It's just nonsense. Shimoda is locked in the room on the second floor alone. How could the murderer have a chance to strike?"

Gao Cheng remained silent.

I hate this reporter, but it's not impossible. It's okay if I stay locked in the room all the time, but if the murderer really wants to kill, there is always a way.

In addition, Shimoda locked in the room is also very likely to be the murderer himself.

Detectives cannot rely entirely on intuition. According to past experience, sometimes the murderer will show Shimoda's reaction in order to avoid suspicion.

There are still too few clues...

And now there are a few big doubts that he can't figure out. Why did Mr. Sugiyama, who had been murdered for a long time, appear at the door, and what happened to the doorbell ringing... Could it be that the murderer is really a foreigner?

There is no time to wait for Yuanzi to wake up, he must investigate the results quickly!

Gao Cheng clenched his fists, took advantage of Mr. Yonehara and the others to make coffee, and stopped Landao: "Lan, can I trouble you to take care of Yuanzi first?"

Lan froze for a moment: "Ah? But if the murderer appears..."

"Don't you have karate? Just in time for the murderer to appear,

You use karate to teach him a lesson. "

"Ah oh."

"Why are you so weird?"

"Is there?" Lan Xinxuan smiled, "Senior Kido, you will find the murderer, right?"

"Of course, call me if you need something." Gao Cheng left the bedroom quite speechlessly, returned to the entrance, and finally went over Sugiyama's body to check outside.

"Um?"

Beside the escalator at the door, Conan didn't know when he came here, his figure was looking around in the snow

"Kiroto," Conan put his hands in his pockets, looking like an adult, "you think it's strange too? When the doorbell rang, we were all together except you and Sonoko. The corpse should have been put here by an outsider. But……"

"Don't worry about it so much," Gao Cheng mentioned Conan from behind, "Help me guard that Shimoda teacher first, and leave the investigation to me."

Conan said unhappily: "Why do you want me to go? I have already found clues..."

"What clue?"

"Look there."

Conan pointed to the handrail of the escalator: "There is a dent in the snow above, maybe someone helped it, the most important thing is the pillars next to the handrail, there are clear strangle marks on the left and right sides, don't you think it's strange?"

"Stroke marks?" Gao Cheng walked to the pillars supporting the eaves, and sure enough, he saw marks, which seemed to be strangled by repeated adjustments with thin ropes.

"Could it be..."

Gao Cheng looked back to the doorbell again.

When Sugiyama's body was found, there were no obvious footprints at the door. It is very likely that the murderer used special techniques to create an alibi.

However, relying on this clue alone can only return to the original point, and those teachers are all suspicious...

Putting down Conan, Gao Cheng looked around again, looking for it along the direction of the wind.

With such a strong wind, any string would have been blown away long ago. He didn't have much hope at first, but in the end he found a kite string wrapped around the other side of the handrail.

The kite line is still tied with a broken rubber band at one end...

"It turns out that's the case, I know how he did it," Conan stood by, watching the kite string raise his mouth slightly, and then said solemnly, "But we don't know who the murderer is yet, and there is evidence..."

"yes."

Gao Cheng held the kite string and nodded.

Even if he can use the 1-minute mode now, it is impossible to conjure evidence out of thin air.

This deadly blizzard has covered up a lot, and it may just have to wait for the police to arrive tomorrow for a fuller investigation...

"Mr. Shimoda!" In the howling wind and snow, a panicked shout suddenly came from the villa, and Gao Cheng and Conan were both startled at the same time.

"What's going on!" Everyone hurried to the second floor, only to find Nakamura Misato collapsed in panic at the door of Shimoda's bedroom.

"Shimoda-sensei, he..."

Nakamura Misato looked at the open bedroom with a look of horror on his face. Gaocheng looked along and saw that Shimoda, who was still in good condition, fell upside down by the bed terribly, staring straight at the door with wide-eyed eyes, and there was an alarm ringing all the time. Beeping mobile phone.

"How did this happen? Isn't he locked in the room all the time? How did the door open?"

"I came over to check when I heard the alarm ring." Nakamura Minori was still a little frightened, "Ms. Shimoda didn't respond anyway, just pushed the door open...it was fine when I was going to deliver him coffee. ..."

The weird reporter appeared next to the crowd again, hauntingly: "Could it be that you killed him yourself, and then pretended to find the body?"

"how come……"

"Even a reporter can't randomly doubt people," Gao Cheng pressed the weird man's shoulder, "You are just criticizing irresponsibly."

"Oh?" The weird reporter's black eye bags twitched slightly, "Hey, do you already know who the murderer is?"

"Everyone stand here and don't move. Now the murderer is probably among us."

Gao Cheng scolded, and went into the bedroom with Conan to check the scene.

Like Sugiyama, Shimoda also had deep rope strangle marks on his neck, and this time there was also a wound, and the area around the strangle mark seemed to be scratched by fingers.

Gao Cheng picked up Shimoda's palm and looked at the nails, and then looked around the scene.

Indeed, Shimoda clearly struggled violently...

"Huh?" A long hair on Shimoda's neckline came into Gao Cheng's eyes.

The murderer is a woman?

Clutching his head tightly, a bright line flashed in Gao Cheng's mind. Since entering the high thinking space, everyone's words, deeds, and actions were all decomposed and analyzed in the thinking space. With all the details gathered, the whole case was extremely reconstructed.

"There is no murder weapon," Conan flipped around, saying with a heavy face, "The rope used to kill Shimoda-sensei is missing..."

"Eh?" The teachers at the door didn't know how Gao Cheng let a child rummage around, and said, "The murderer probably took it away. I think it must be someone outside."

"But why did the rope stay in the room when we attacked Yonehara-sensei and Sonoko-san earlier?"

Conan was puzzled, and turned his gaze to Gao Cheng, and found that Gao Cheng was holding a stick, with a serious expression as if he had everything under control.

"It's like this again, this expression..."

"I know why."

Hearing Conan's question, Gao Cheng stood up slowly after finishing the one-minute mode, and glanced sharply at everyone present.

The murderer's second murder was too hasty, leaving absolute evidence, and there is no doubt about this through the one-minute mode.

"The issue of the rope is the key to this case. It wasn't that the prisoner didn't take it away, but the prisoner couldn't take it away at all."

"What does this mean?" Several teachers felt puzzled and doubted, "Why can't I take it away? Didn't the murderer escape by jumping out of the window?"

"Yes, you were the one who ran out after the footprints," the strange reporter stared at Gao Cheng's immature and mixed face, with a low voice, "It would be too disappointing if you, a famous detective, only had this level. It was reported truthfully, hehe.” Real sister’s online service, help you find books to chat with you, please wechat/message/search/search hot web articles or rd4 waiting for you~

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