Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"Da da."

There was a sound of footsteps in the quiet hotel lobby. Manager Nagasaki, who was keeping accounts at the counter, looked up and saw a man wearing a British bowler hat and a white rubber mask walking downstairs.

The man was wearing a scarf, a lapel cloak coat, and two travel bags in his hands.

Even though he's a weirdo, he's also a guest...

"Mr. Dusinge, what's the matter?" Manager Nagasaki asked doubtfully.

The weirdo didn't speak, just dropped the room key and turned to leave.

Manager Nagasaki looked surprised: "Do you want to check out? But today's train has already left... Please wait a moment, Mr. Dusinge!"

Outside the hotel, the strange man disappeared into the faint mist without looking back, the screams of crows echoed among the dry branches, and the entire swamp looked like a habitat for the undead.

"Hmph." The weirdo chuckled and walked to the bank of the water, took off his disguise and sank into the swamp with his travel bag.

"Welcome to the dead bones, lambs..."

"Gah-!"

In the hotel room at the station, Gao Cheng sat on the bedside and wrote and drew in his notebook, listing the details of the itinerary on the paper.

When encountering such a complicated case, he has become accustomed to sorting out the details, and judging the truth hidden behind it through the details and the whole.

The so-called things happen for a reason, especially in high IQ crimes, the murderer's seemingly random actions may have important clues behind them.

This is reasoning.

Although he only scored 75 points in the test, it doesn't prevent him from becoming a famous detective who solves crimes with high IQ. It's fine to leave it to Xiao Ai, who is almost completely bad at solving puzzles with codes.

Perfect……

"Kirodo!" Officer Meguro suddenly knocked on the door outside and shouted, "Something went wrong!"

"what?"

In the room at the next door to the stairs, Gao Cheng followed Police Officer Mumu to open the door and looked into the room, his gaze narrowed.

Under the faint light, the head of the magic troupe, Gentleman Mountain God, hangs like a puppet.

The corpse was divided into fragments from the neck to the joints of the hands and feet, and the black clothes were tied together with ropes. The twisted appearance was almost exactly the same as the string puppet sent to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Seeing this appalling perverted scene, Rao Huiyuan frowned slightly.

Gao Cheng's face darkened slightly.

Why did that hell puppet master do this? Is he just a perverted murderer?

"Murder, homicide?" The news of the discovery of the body spread quickly, and guests from the entire hotel gathered outside the scene.

"I heard that the leader of the fantasy magic troupe who disappeared on the train was killed..."

"What?! Isn't the magic show tonight going to be suspended?"

Gao Cheng squatted next to the corpse that had been put down, covered it with a cloth, looked at the crowd outside who were discussing and the wife Xi Hai, who was sobbing and crying, stood up and said in a deep voice: "The cause of death should be fatal stabbing at the temple, it is presumed The time of death was between 10:00 am and 1:00 pm this morning, which is the period between the magic show on the train and the discovery of the body..."

"So that's how it is," Junzai Shizuya stood beside, staring at the corpse and said with a smile, "That means he was killed on the train, and what you saw in the box is probably the dead body? But How on earth the body ended up here ... is really puzzling, and the case is getting more and more interesting."

The mountain god Xihai wiped his tears: "My husband is dead, and you still say such things!"

Shi Jin leaned slightly and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm just excited when I encounter such a difficult case. Of course, I will definitely find the murderer."

In the manager's room, everyone went to Manager Nagasaki for questioning.

"The room where the body is located is lived by a man named Duzingen, right?"

"Yes, this guest came by train two days ago, because he was wearing a white rubber mask, and he didn't know what he looked like," said Manager Nagasaki. Checked out and left, because the next train will come in two days, I still feel strange..."

"I think even the name of this person is false," Tan Baima thought while holding the register. "After rearranging the pronunciation of the name in the register, it becomes a 'string puppet'..."

"A marionette?"

Everyone thought of the corpse of the head of the mountain god again.

"That guy really made the corpse like that on purpose!"

"Mr. Nagasaki," Meguro continued to ask, "Is there any way to leave here besides the train?"

"Nope." Manager Nagasaki shook his head. "You should have seen it when you came here. It is surrounded by swamps and wetlands, and the only road leading to Linzhen was also washed away by the heavy rain last month."

"Does that mean the murderer is still here and hasn't left?"

Shi Jin smiled and said: "This is much simpler. The murderer may have come here with a false name to open a room, and then secretly left and came with us by car... The murderer should be among the passengers who came by car today."

Mu Mu excitedly said: "Speaking of which, except for the fantasy magic troupe, almost all the people who came to Shiguyuan by car today were spectators who came to watch the magic show, and they all stayed in the hotel..."

Gao Mu looked distressed: "But the police department, there are still a lot of people, and there may not be only one murderer..."

Gao Cheng propped his chin and sat beside him silently.

The biggest problem now is not knowing how the body disappeared from the train and how it appeared in the hotel.

The windows of that train can only be opened a little bit, the head can barely pass through, but the body can't...

Leaving aside how the corpse disappeared instantly in the box, it is difficult to explain why the corpse could not be found in the entire car afterwards, even if the corpse was dismembered.

From the corner of the corner of the white horse's eyes, he saw Gao Cheng who was thinking, smiled lightly and said to everyone: "There is no need to be so anxious, this mystery will not be solved in a short while, after all, the murderer is a Gao Cheng who does not play cards according to common sense. IQ criminals, and... this bloody crime, the murderer did not hesitate to do it and even enjoyed it, this guy called Hell Puppeteer, he is not simple."

...

At night, the lounge of the Fantasy Magic Troupe.

"What's going on?! Why does the show continue?" Meifu Mountain God Xihai lost his temper and asked Gao Yuanyao, "I said that tonight's show will be suspended, and the head of the show is dead, so what's the show?!"

Gao Yuanyao faltered and sweated profusely: "This..."

"That's why we're going to perform, Miss Xihai," Your Young Master Yu Liangma walked into the room, and smiled as a matter of course, "just in time for the new head of the Fantasy Magic Troupe to make an appearance..."

Xihai's face changed drastically: "Yurama! You..."

"Of course?" Yurama sneered, "I am the most popular in the troupe. Of course the Fantasy Magic Troupe belongs to me. I can't perform the 'Living Puppet' without me, right? Hmph, big sister, you Don't hinder me, go and warm up for me honestly!"

"You!" Yukai stared at Yurama and left with a horrified face, gritted his teeth and smashed the vase next to him, "You remember! Yurama! I'll never end with you—!"

Gao Cheng heard the roar from a distance while he was still in the corridor, and couldn't help shrinking his neck: "Is this magic troupe really all right?"

"Let's go quickly," Huiyuan urged angrily, "Everyone has already gone to the theater, and you are the only one who dawdles."

"Suddenly want to go to the toilet..." Gao Cheng said slightly embarrassed, "By the way, do you really like watching magic shows so much?"

"dislike."

"what?"