Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

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Huiyuan put his hands behind his back, knowing what Gao Cheng was suspicious of, and said softly: "If you are thinking whether he used the hang glider to fly back to kill people, forget it, he only left for a few minutes around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and also Just go to the car to get a bento."

"yes?"

Gao Cheng put his hands in his trouser pockets and went upstairs silently to find the warehouse on the roof.

Not a lot of dust, but there was indeed a bag containing the hang glider, and the bag was full of disassembled parts...

"Kiroto," Conan suddenly walked up to Gao Cheng, "Have you noticed that there are a few doubts, the air conditioner in Miss Chizuru's room is not turned on in such a sweltering weather, and there is a white mark, which should be the prisoner It was left over from fighting against corpses..."

Gao Cheng silently looked at the thoughtful Conan.

Recently, I have been solving cases alone. I almost forgot about this reasoning maniac who likes to jump up and down. He is more active than anyone else when encountering cases...

"It's true that the white marks were left by the prisoner," Gao Cheng said helplessly, "Do you have any impression?"

"Remote Mountain White Butterfly," Hui Yuan folded his arms and leaned against the stairs, stroking the hair beside his ear, "That should be the scale powder of the Remote Mountain White Butterfly unique to this area."

"The scale powder of the white butterfly in the deep mountain? Could it be..." Conan was startled, and hurried to the rooftop of the hotel outside.

"What's wrong?"

Gao Cheng followed and walked outside.

The rooftop at night is quite wide, and with lights on both sides, it looks like a taxiway at an airport.

"It's quite suitable for paragliders to land here, but is there any problem with the scale powder of the deep mountain white butterfly?"

"The white butterfly in the remote mountains only lives on the plateau," Huiyuan walked behind Gao Cheng, "A white butterfly happened to die on Manager Arimori's shoulder in the morning, and the scales should have been left at that time."

"I see. I did hear Xiaolan mention it."

Gaocheng walked over Bizen Chizuru's room, and found a clear trace of rope friction on the edge of the roof.

If the murderer is Manager Arimori, the question is how...

The location of the hotel is far below the top of the mountain.

Even if he could fly down with the hang glider, he couldn't fly back at all, and there was only a few minutes' alibi from Mr. Mori at the time of the incident.

Slightly closing his eyes, the details of scenes from morning to night flashed through Gao Cheng's mind.

Speaking of which, when going out, Arimori stayed to check the doors and windows, and then handed over the master key to Uncle Mori, and drove away in the hotel bus.

In the evening, when Xiaolan and the others went back to the hotel, only Yumori stayed on the top of the mountain because of the bus engine failure, and only because the bus could not be repaired, he called and asked Zimenin to pick him up.

This is Manager Arimori's daily itinerary...

"So that's it." A light flashed in Gao Cheng's mind, trying to solve all the puzzles at once, but he didn't see Conan when he opened his eyes again.

"Where are the Conan people?"

"I ran down in a hurry just now," Huiyuan looked towards the stairs and said, "It seems to have solved the puzzle."

"This kid..."

Gao Cheng looked along and saw Conan running downstairs.

Is Conan in a hurry to solve the case, or is he in a hurry to take him ahead of him to solve the case?

Without thinking too much, he hurriedly followed downstairs.

"Xiao Ai, hurry up!"

"Really..." Huiyuan sighed softly, looking helpless.

Two reasoning freaks who don't know what to argue about.

...

In the hotel restaurant, the police officer Mito has already made his own judgment after questioning.

"Anyway, Mr. Shiromoto, Mr. Miyabe, and Mr. Mori who stayed in the hall when the case happened, please come back to the bureau with me for interrogation."

"Ah?" Uncle Mao Li was stunned, "Why do we have to go?"

Mito said calmly: "Although Mr. Mori said that he stayed in the lobby all the time, the possibility of colluding with the confession cannot be ruled out..."

"What are you doing?" Uncle Mouri dissatisfied, "Do you know who I am, Kogoro Moori?"

"Hey!" Conan went to the dining table, aimed an anesthetic needle at the uncle's neck, and hurriedly set up the chairs.

"Here we go again, I'm so sleepy all of a sudden..." The uncle didn't care to get angry, and staggered and sat down on the chair.

Police officer Mito asked suspiciously, "Mr. Mori, what's wrong with you?"

"Please don't touch him," Xiaolan hurriedly explained, "The sleeping Kogoro is about to start reasoning!"

"What did you say?" Mito looked at the sleeping Uncle Mori again, "This is the rumored..."

Uncle Maori's voice sounded: "That's right, just hand over this case to me now."

"Do you already know who the murderer is?"

"I not only know who the murderer is, but also what method he used to commit the murder."

Uncle Maori looked calm.

"This murderer has a pair of wings, and a pair of magical wings that can commit crimes that seem impossible at first glance. The murderer is..."

"Manager Yumori," Gao Cheng and Haibara appeared at the door of the restaurant, and interrupted, "Yes, the murderer is you, Mr. Mitsuyuki Yumori."

"What?" Everyone in the restaurant looked at Gao Cheng with astonishment.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Arimori said with a dry smile, dripping with cold sweat, "I played with Shinobu and the others on the plateau all day today!"

"That's right!" Zimen Ren said angrily, "How could Yumori be the murderer? It's absolutely impossible!"

"Sometimes the more impossible things are, the closer they are to the truth."

Gao Cheng smiled lightly and walked in front of the crowd, and grinned at Conan who was hiding aside: You are not the only one who can interrupt, I can too.

Conan's hair was black, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he could only echo in Uncle Mori's voice: "That's right, the murderer is indeed Mr. Arimori."

"Wait a minute, what's going on here?" Mito asked puzzled, "How could Mr. Arimori be the murderer? He doesn't have time to commit crimes at all? And how is he going to kill people on the plateau?"

"This is about the hang glider," Gao Cheng said seriously, "Just now Miss Xiao Ren mentioned that there is a hang glider in the warehouse on the roof, so I took a look and found it above Miss Qianhe's room next to the roof. Rope rub marks."

"Really?" Mito yelled at the policeman, "Go check it out!"

"yes!"

When his subordinates left, Mito looked at Gao Chengdao with a sense of awakening: "Could it be that Mr. Arimori flew from the plateau back to the hotel with a hang glider, landed on the roof, and then used a rope to enter Miss Chizuru's room to kill, and finally used the hang glider to kill him?" Wing to fly back to the plateau?"

"It's impossible what you said," Arimori complained, "The time I'm separated from Shinobu and the others is only 4 or 5 minutes to get lunch in the car."

"Even if you are a skilled person, it will take at least 15 minutes to assemble the hang glider, and it is basically impossible to fly back to the plateau from the hotel. The wind direction and the altitude are two points away."

"Four or five minutes is enough to kill someone," Gao Cheng said calmly, "As long as Ms. Chizuru is by your side, yes, when we set off in the morning, Mr. Arimori pretended to check the doors and windows and was the last one to drive away. I'm afraid it's to secretly get Ms. Chizuru onto the bus and take her to the plateau area with the hang glider."

Mito was surprised: "You mean, Miss Chizuru was not in her room from the beginning?"

"The air conditioner in Ms. Qianzuru's room was not turned on, and the fact that she never went downstairs is proof," Gao Cheng continued, "At around 2 o'clock, Mr. Arimori strangled him to death within a few minutes using the lunch box as an excuse. Ms. Chizuru, who was sleeping in the bus, waited until evening to stay on the plateau with the excuse of engine problems, and then had time to assemble the hang glider, and use the hang glider to bring Miss Chizuru's body back to the hotel..."