Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Not long after the forensic personnel arrived at the scene to collect evidence, Mumu also rushed to the scene with Takagi covering his hat, and was taken aback when he saw Gao Cheng and Conan: "Isn't Brother Maoli here this time?"

"That's right," Gao Cheng coughed, "Because these video game company employees entrusted me to find someone, I brought them here... But when I found the person, I found that Mr. Itakura had been killed for two days..."

"But this is too strange," Mu Mu frowned, "Since he's been dead for two days, why didn't the people in the hotel notice it? The person who cleaned the room should have been here..."

"Well," the restaurant waiter said anxiously, "because this Mr. Itakura said that we are not allowed to disturb, and he scolded us before..."

"Mr. Itakura is like this," Naito helped explain, "He hates people entering his work place, and once the book on his desk was moved by 10 centimeters, he was furious..."

Xiangma then said: "Yes, he even changes the sheets in his own house every six months, so he won't let people into his room to clean..."

"Then this Itakura is really strange enough," Mu Mu looked at the corpse with his hands behind his back, "Did I see him on TV?"

"He is Takumi Itakura, 45 years old this year, a well-known game system engineer," Takagi explained, "a few years ago, he became famous because of the movie CG..."

"Police!" Chiba rushed over from outside, "I have already contacted Mr. Itakura's attending doctor. He said that Mr. Itakura's heart condition is seriously deteriorating. Immediately after the end of the work, the operation..."

Mu Mu pondered: "So he really died of illness..."

"It's true that you died of illness, but it's not a natural death."

Gao Cheng waited for the forensics personnel to complete the on-site verification, and interrupted, "The victim's head was leaning on the table, but the saliva from the corner of his mouth did not leave any traces on the table, and if he really died lying on the table, would you like to keep it safe?" In this posture, the hands must be clamped between the table and the body before they become stiff, but there is no trace on the back of his hands..."

Mu Mu said in a daze: "But since his hands and feet are stiff, it should be right to keep this posture..."

"What if someone tied him up?"

Gao Cheng looked at the dead body in a fixed posture: "What if Mr. Itakura was only disguised like this when someone tied his body up?"

"Bound the body?"

"right,

Mr. Itakura probably put his hands on his chest and tied them to the chair, so that he couldn't take medicine when he got sick... and then put it like this after the event. "

Gao Cheng walked to the corpse with his hands in his hands.

"This is a murder disguised as a natural death."

"Murder..." Mu Mu's face sank, and he asked the forensic doctor who was still examining the corpse, "Are there any signs of binding on the corpse?"

The forensic doctor glanced at Gao Cheng and responded: "Although there are no obvious signs of restraint, you can see slight bruises caused by external pressure from the shoulders to the top of the knees..."

Mu Mu rubbed his chin in a daze: "What's going on?"

"Probably wrapped Mr. Itakura's body with a quilt first," Gao Cheng said, "The murderer may have used something to make Itakura fall asleep first, then wrapped it in a quilt and put it on a chair, and then wrapped it with tape. Tightly bound, there is probably a pillow or something clamped between the chest and knees...

"The best evidence is that there are a little bit of tape on the table legs and chairs, and the quilt seems to have been washed."

Gao Cheng turned his gaze to the three of Naito.

"While waiting for the police officer to come, I have already checked with the hotel. In fact, three days ago, someone pretended to be Mr. Itakura, and called the hotel counter to say that the phone in the room was broken... Yes, I used the same phone as me. way to find here."

Naito's complexion changed slightly: "Wait, wait a minute, Detective Kido, aren't you suspicious of us?"

"We entrusted you to help find Itakura because we had no choice. Besides, how could a prisoner deliberately bring a detective to the scene of a murder?!"

"The prisoner thinks the same way," Gao Cheng said, shaking his head, "Isn't he a prisoner because he brought me to the scene of the murder? I met a prisoner who used me as an alibi a few days ago, so what should I say?"

"This……"

The long-faced young man faltered, "Even so, at least we have to show proof that we have been here, right?"

Gao Cheng said in a deep voice: "I don't have any evidence yet, but I know that Mr. Itakura has left clues."

"clue?"

"It's the deceased's ankle. The left foot has obvious bloody marks left by the socks, but the right foot, which is also wearing socks, has no traces..."

The forensic doctor next to him heard that he took off the cotton socks that Itakura was wearing, and found something strange: "How could this be?"

"It's very simple," Gao Cheng said with a smile. "The murderer put a sock on his right foot after the death of the deceased and waited until the blood stopped flowing. It was probably the second time when he returned to the scene to dispose of the corpse, he was worried that the police would find it unnatural... ..."

The forensic doctor pushed his glasses: Is it really good to be so professional? fight for a job? Starting from determining the time of death, no chance is given at all. Are all detectives so good now?

Mu Mu pondered: "Could it be Itakura took off his right sock? But why did he do that?"

"Just try to be tied up like Mr. Itakura and you will know."

"Huh? Me?"

Mu Mu pointed at himself in a daze, and with the help of Takagi, moved the back of the chair to the table leg to fix it.

"Uh... Itakura-san was tied up here at the time, taking off the sock on his right foot is..."

Meguro sat on a chair with a fat body, imitating Itakura's posture of being tied up, took off his right sock with his feet with difficulty, and his expression changed instantly when he saw the Go board in front of him and the chess pieces arranged on the board.

"This, this is... Could it be that he wants to use his feet to place these chess pieces?"

"That is to say, this is a message before death," Takagi wondered, "but what did he write? It seems to be just a Go game scene..."

"Just think about it for Mr. Itakura. How to leave a message when the murderer may return to the scene? Of course, you can't leave a message that is clear at a glance, and you can't even leave a message that the murderer can understand."

Gao Cheng turned his gaze to the three of Naito: "We can't let the murderer see it, but also let other people pay attention. What should Mr. Itakura do? Besides the murderer, there are two other people looking for him, so the best way to get information Attract the attention of the other two, so that there is a chance to pass it on to the police..."

Mumu looked closely at Naito and the others: "That is to say, among the three of them, two of them can understand Itakura's message before death?"

"what?"

Naito wiped his sweat and put it in front of the chessboard: "But I really don't know what this means?"

The long-faced young man thought bitterly: "If there is anything to say, it's just that this game is a bit weird. According to the rules of Go, if you surround the opponent's pieces, you must take those pieces away, but the surrounded white pieces in this game are still there. Put it on it and didn't take it away..."

"This is the purpose of Mr. Itakura," Gao Cheng continued, "Mr. Naito, do these sunspots look familiar? I noticed just now that Mr. Itakura's computer keyboard also has stickers similar to those in the elevator. Pattern, this is Braille, right?"

"Yes, indeed," Naito recalled, "Itakura-san, like me, has poor eyesight, so he also learned Braille... So the white pieces are removed from the chessboard, and the remaining black pieces...is it Braille? "