The mastermind behind Conan

"Wow, what a magnificent house!" Mori Kogoro looked around in admiration at the huge and luxurious house.

"Dad, this needs to be said!" Xiao Lan said in a loud voice, "Mr. Ninety-Nine Yuankang has passed away, but he is a world-famous magician, right, Conan?"

"What's wrong with Lan, I felt a little weird from the beginning!" Conan was puzzled, but he still nodded in response to Xiaolan's words: "Well... Yes!".

"Then let's go to the basement where your husband committed suicide!" Mori Kogoro suggested.

"Good. "

Under the leadership of Ninety-Nine Seven Hui, everyone came to the basement at the depth of the house.

The first thing that caught Shiraishi's eye was a row of photos hanging on the wall.

"That picture seems to be a little different!" Shiraishi quickly noticed that the only one in the row was different.

"Ms. Ninety-Nine-Seven, I take the liberty of asking, these photos are..."Mori Kogoro soon helped Takeshi Shiraishi ask this question.

"These are all my husband's apprentices, those who left the school, those who gave up halfway, all framed and hung here. Ninety-nine-seven Megumi explained.

"And who is that brother in the black hat?" Conan's questioning voice rang out.

Bai Shiwu secretly glanced at Xiao Lan, who was standing behind Conan, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Oh, he's Kinoshita Yoshiro. He was a genius among magicians, but unfortunately he died in an accident during practice 14 years ago. Ninety-nine-seven Megumi explained.

"Conan, why do you ask him?" Xiaolan suddenly bent down and asked Conan.

"No, it's nothing Sister Xiaolan, because only his photo is more special, not dusty, maybe someone cleaned it up carefully!" Conan replied innocently.

"Ah, what the kid said is right, maybe my husband did it, because my husband loved him the most!" replied patiently.

"Oh. I see, Conan, you're looking so carefully, isn't it, Conan!"

"Well, Sister Xiaolan..." Conan also realized that something was wrong with Xiaolan, and secretly became vigilant in his heart.

And at this time, everyone has come to the scene of the crime.

"That's where your husband fell, right?" Kogoro Mori folded his hands in front of his chest, observing the outline of the corpse on the ground with white lines.

"Yes, I deliberately left the room as it was to show you. The two sticky cards were placed in the pile of cards on the table. The glue for stickers is also on it. "

"Well..."Mori Kogoro looked at the east and west with a professional face, but Shiraishi Takeshi stayed alone at the back at this time, thinking about it.

"First of all, it can be concluded that Ninety-Nine Yuankang will certainly not be a suicide! Whether he swallowed poison voluntarily or by force, when the poison attacked, the body of the person who took the poison would be uncontrollable, and his hands would grab his throat or press his chest violently. But the traces left by the corpse of Ninety-Nine Yuankang are strange. "

Bai Shiwu looked at the well-preserved white line area, and said secretly: "Ninety-nine Yuankang's hands are downward, and they are placed very regularly, which shows that at least when the poison occurs, Ninety-nine Yuankang's hands are bound! "

"So, this must be a murder case!But who could the murderer be?What is the secret of the two playing cards left by Ninety-Nine Yuankang?".

Inadvertently, Shiraishi noticed this large pile of cards on the table next to him, as if something was buried underneath.

When I walked over and looked at it, I found that there was a telephone hidden under these cards.

"Two cards glued together in a pile of cards, and a telephone set hidden in a pile of cards..."

Bai Shiwu's brows furrowed slightly, and he took a deep breath.

"Wait!!! The two cards were glued together back to back, and the sticky person deliberately staggered the positions of the two cards when he read them. Same as the replay button for the phone!!

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Shiraishi looked up and observed the others.

I found that Mori Kogoro was now carefully studying the pile of cards on the wall and desk.

Conan, who was playing tricks, was carefully observing the white lines on the ground that had been tipped out of the corpse. Judging by his thoughtful expression, Takeshi Shiraishi could guess that Conan had apparently also discovered the strangeness of the corpse traces.

And Xiaolan was standing behind Conan, staring at Conan who was dying in tricks.

Takeshi Shiraishi picked up the phone microphone and pressed the replay button.

"Sorry, this number is empty, please check it out before dialing. "

"Well, is it an empty number?" said Takeshi Shiraishi, frowning.

"This number, there is definitely a problem, what do these numbers mean?" Bai Shiwu thought as he looked at the long list of number symbols displayed on the phone display.

"Numbers, phone calls... Got it!!If you look at these numbers individually, there really is nothing special about them. But if you look at the order of the keys on the telephone, it becomes a ciphertext that hides the murderer's information!"

“D...... C...... Hemp...... Son!" Shiraishi decrypted the long list of numbers.

"Mazi? It should be the female apprentice who represents the deceased's ninety-nine Yuankang, Miss Miyoshi Asako, right? What do the previous D and C mean?".

(Ask for collections!Ask for flowers!Ask for rewards!Ask for tickets!ps:The second half of this story is slightly processed!It belongs to the semi-original type!Slowly leaning towards the original story!)