The unscientific detective in Conan

"ah!"

As soon as he reached the second floor, Fujino heard a scream.

He followed the sound of the scream and saw that the scream came from Noe Tanikawa, who was still wearing a bathrobe.

Everyone also gathered at the door of the room in front of her, showing horrified expressions.

Fujino stepped forward and saw that in the simple room, Sunaoka was lying on the floor in front of the balcony window, with his whole body in a relaxed Z shape.

There was a clearly visible bullet hole in his head, and some blood flowed from the bullet hole.

"Xiaolan! Call the police!"

Uncle Maoli was the first to react and subconsciously called Xiaolan, the alarm tool man.

"yes!"

Xiaolan panicked and took out her cell phone from her pocket and dialed the police number.

"Xiaolan also has a mobile phone..."

Fujino silently glanced at the phone in Xiaolan's hand and narrowed his eyes.

Times have progressed inexplicably.

…………

Ten minutes later.

Police rushed to the scene.

"Mr. Mori, long time no see!"

The leader was a man with a square chin and a coral head wearing a brown suit and thick eyebrows.

There were a lot of police boys behind him.

Fujino had some impressions of this person. He should be the criminal policeman of Shizuoka Prefecture, Henggou Sengo.

"Oh! Henggou Police Department!"

Mouri Kogoro responded, then pointed to the room aside, "This is the crime scene..."

Henggou Shenwu glanced at the crime scene, and then greeted everyone sitting in the lounge on the second floor: "Everyone, please go to the living room downstairs and wait. We have some things we want to ask you about later. "

Fujino took out gloves and shoe covers from his pocket, and handed a set to Mouri Kogoro: "Brother Mouri, here are the gloves for you."

"Brother Fujino, you are really professional..."

Uncle Maori took the shoe covers and gloves and felt a little emotional for a moment.

"It's better to be prepared."

Fujino explained.

Conan on the side narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his bare little hands.

It was the same last time. Why does Fujino wear so many white gloves with him...

He also subconsciously wanted to ask Fujino for one.

But thinking about it, Fujino would definitely not give it, so he gave up.

"Mr. Mori, this is..."

At this time, Henggou Sengo also noticed Fujino handing out gloves, and asked Mouri Kogoro doubtfully.

"This is Brother Fujino."

Mouri Kogoro patted Fujino on the shoulder: "He lives across from me and is also a detective!"

"Detective Fujino...I remembered!"

Henggou thought about it for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said excitedly: "It's the detective who solved the plane murder case in Okinawa a while ago and landed the plane at the airport, right?!"

"This matter has been spread among us... Originally I thought the rumor that Mr. Mori and Fujino had a good personal relationship was false, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Of course!"

Mouri Kogoro raised his head and said proudly: "Brother Fujino and I have a very good relationship. We usually call each other brothers."

"Ahem."

Fujino coughed slightly, interrupting Hengmou Zhenshu, who was getting closer and closer, and the spittle almost flew into his face, "This criminal, let's quickly take a look at the crime scene."

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Henggou Sengo reacted and entered the crime scene with the two of them. At the same time, he introduced himself: "I am Henggou Sengo from the police department here in Shizuoka Prefecture. As expected, Mr. Mori is not surrounded by ordinary people... …”

"It turns out to be the Henggou Police Department."

Fujino responded, but he was thinking about the words that had spread through the police system.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, it's true. After all, he was the one who landed the plane after solving the case.

Even though it was not a landing in an accident, it was still a feat.

Moreover, in order to deflect the negative news caused by the death of his own captain, Japan Airlines has been directing the topic to Fujino's rescue of the plane... His reputation is now considered broken.

The interviews were almost endless.

Fortunately, thanks to Ooka Momiji's previous phone call, not many reporters would easily block the door and arrest someone.

Arrive at the crime scene.

Fujino turned on his eagle eye.

"Did the evidence given by Hawkeye this time include the broken glass, the bullet in the deceased's head, the mattress over there, the glass shards on the ground, and the scattered roots near the scratches?"

Fujino stared at the evidence in Hawk's eyes and thought to himself.

"The cause of death of the deceased was a gunshot wound to the head."

The people in white coats from the forensics department quickly completed the forensic work and reported: "Judging from the lack of burnt wounds near the wounds and the debris when the bullet came out of the chamber, the deceased should have been there for quite some time. Sniping by shooting projectiles from a distance.”

Mouri Kogoro and Henggou Sengo both nodded, and then came to the window.

Looking at the bullet hole in the glass, Mouri Kogoro said: "From a height perspective, Mr. Sunaoka's height matches the height of the bullet hole."

"In other words, Mr. Sunaoka was sniped by the murderer from the opposite side while he was standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony?"

Henggou Shenwu pushed open the door of the balcony, walked outside the balcony, and looked across the canyon outside the balcony: "Looking at it this way, the place where the sniper was shot is the forest opposite the canyon."

"We all heard a gunshot when the incident occurred."

Mouri Kogoro followed and echoed: "The direction of the sound source is on the opposite side of the canyon."

Fujino slowly came to the corpse, squatted down, and looked at the mark on Hawkeye.

This time, Eagle Vision did not give any footprints to back up the case, but it was enough.

The bullet in the deceased's brain cannot be dug out for the time being.

Even if he could dig it, he wouldn't dig it. It's so disgusting.

As for the mattress, there is currently no reason to investigate.

The only thing that can be analyzed now is the things under the feet of the deceased.

The clues marked by Eagle Eye include broken glass broken by projectiles, scratches on the side, and some strange small root-shaped objects.

Normally, there is definitely no problem.

But Fujino felt that the scatter of bullets that shattered the windows was too dense, and there were not even any broken glass particles around.

In other words, it was not penetrated by a bullet, or someone passed by without authorization after being penetrated.

Moreover, the extremely large and small scratches on the wooden floor over there should not exist logically. After all, the deceased was shot in the head and fell backward.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that these scratches are already there.

But since Hawkeye marked it, it must be an important clue.

As for those twisted roots, Fujino didn't know what they were.

"Fujino, do you see anything?"

Conan came over at this time, also locked his eyes on the glass shards, and asked Fujino.

Fujino raised his head and glanced at Conan who was thoughtful: "What do you think are the things scattered among those glass particles?"

"Those tiny things?"

Conan thought for a while, "I think it's some kind of plant fiber, definitely not body hair or anything else."

"You don't know either."

Fujino shook his head regretfully, and then greeted Kogoro Mouri: "Uncle Mouri, Conan sneaked in again!"

"Conan?"

When Mouri Kogoro heard this, he turned around and became furious when he saw Conan: "You brat!"

"ah!"

Conan glanced at Conan resentfully.

You don't know what the clue is, so you backstab me, right?

I don't know what a dog is, but Fujino, you are a real dog!

Then, he ran away in a hurry.

"This brat!"

Uncle Maori said something resentful, and then asked Fujino: "Brother Fujino, have you found any clues?"

"The temporary clues can provide very few ideas..."

Fujino stood up, "But I feel that the bullet in the deceased's head is a key clue. Can you please ask the Henggou Police Department to quickly arrange for someone to identify the bullet?"

"Bullets?"

Henggou frowned at the realization, and then called on the forensic police officers around him to quickly take out the bullets...

Deduct it?

Ah this...

Quite Ke Xue.

The bullet in Sunaoka's head was successfully removed and put into an evidence bag.

Henggou Sengo handed the evidence bag to Fujino: "This is the bullet remaining in the deceased's head."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

Fujino took the evidence bag from Henggou Sengo and took a look.

The exact size of the bullet in the evidence bag could not be determined. The front end of the yellow bullet was deliberately sharpened, and a hole was drilled into the inside of the tail with threads inside.

This level of transformation...

If it was modified before launch, then the murderer was really brave.

However, this did provide Fujino with an idea. The distribution of the penetrating bullets was unreasonable. There was also a marked scratch on the ground. The bullets had been modified, possibly to adapt to some kind of murder weapon...

"So that's it..."

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the mattress aside, vaguely thinking of the method of committing the crime.

Next it’s time to check out the gun over there.

…………

After thirty minutes of journey, everyone arrived at the murder scene on the opposite side of the canyon.

The grass rustled.

This made everyone nervous.

Mouri Kogoro pushed aside the grass nervously.

Then, a wild little orchid appeared in the grass.

"orchid?!"

Uncle Maori stammered, "Why are you in a place like this!?"

"Because people saw Conan suddenly running out alone..."

Xiaolan explained: "I really couldn't feel relieved, so I followed him."

"So, why are you hiding behind the grass!"

Uncle Maoli was speechless for a while.

It was Conan, the brat again, and so was Xiao Lan. He was actually hiding in a place like this, which shocked him!

"Because Conan..."

Xiaolan wanted to say something else. She looked around, but Conan was nowhere to be seen. She shouted around: "Conan, where have you been?!"

"over there."

Fujino shined the flashlight at the foot of the hillside, and Conan's figure came into view.

"hey-hey!"

Conan smiled awkwardly and pointed to the shotgun in front of him: "That gun is right here!"

"Ke...nan..."

Uncle Maoli angrily climbed down the hillside, lifted Conan like a dog, and threw it to Xiaolan: "Xiaolan, watch this brat for me!"

Fujino, on the other hand, came to the hillside with the police from the Henggou Enlightenment and Forensics Section.

"It seems that this gun is the murder weapon."

Henggou Shenwu glanced at the shotgun, then at the hotel opposite, and then called to the police officer on the side: "Send this gun to the appraisal quickly."

"yes!"

The police officer responded, then picked up the pistol and asked strangely: "The bottom of this gun is actually dry?"

"Did it?"

Henggou Zhenwu on the side was surprised, and then asked Fujino: "When did the heavy rain stop just now?"

"It started raining when we arrived, around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, and ended around six o'clock. The period lasted about one to two hours,"

"That's weird..."

Henggou wondered: "If that's the case, then the bottom of the shotgun should be wet."

"That's true, but what if this gun was placed here before it rained?"

"Put it here before it rained?" Henggou Senwu said in surprise.

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, complaining in his mind that it had been raining for an hour or two, but it was still dry down here. After that, he sorted out his thoughts and said in a deep voice: "I almost know the murderer's modus operandi."

"ah?"

Henggou Senwu on the side was surprised.

Mouri Kogoro, who had just returned from teaching Conan a lesson, was also surprised: "You already know the methods of committing crimes?"

Conan, who was sitting on Xiaolan's arm, also turned his attention to Fujino after hearing this, and doubts arose in his heart.

"The bottom of the gun body is dry, which means the gun has been here a long time ago. This is actually just a cover-up used by the murderer."

After saying that, Fujino stood up and looked at the gun in the hand of the Forensic Division policeman: "If he wanted to destroy the evidence, he could just throw the gun into the river. There is no need to keep it. Keeping it unreasonably is To create an alibi.”

"Alibi?"

Henggou Zhenshu raised his chin and said, "If this is the case, then the murderer is someone from the hotel..."

After a pause, he asked doubtfully: "But since this gun is not the murder weapon, how did the murderer kill Mr. Sunaoka?"

"yes."

Mouri Kogoro came over and echoed: "Besides, we all heard the gunshot."

"I just heard gunshots. In fact, from my point of view, the sound was more like firecrackers or something else, because the canyon was too empty and it was impossible to judge the direction."

Fujino explained: "Actually, what made me sure of this was not the gun, but the warhead. The previous warhead had been modified and there were threads at the bottom of the bullet. If fired, it would definitely affect the accuracy and even make it impossible to fire. "

"If that's the case, indeed, that level of modification would indeed make normal launch impossible."

Henggou nodded, and then asked doubtfully: "Then, how did that bullet penetrate Mr. Sunagaka's head and cause his death?"

"It is necessary to kill silently, but also to ensure that the opponent can be killed with one blow. I think the real murder weapon should be a powerful bow and arrow. The thread under the bullet is the best proof."

"The next reasoning is that we should go back to the hotel. There are some things I want to prove."

…………

Everyone returned to the hotel.

Fujino came to the crime scene and lifted the mattress.

What appeared in front of everyone was a bullet hole under the mattress.

And at the bullet holes, there is still a little bit of coconut fiber exposed.

"So that's it!"

Conan suddenly understood, and his head seemed to explode.

"Fujino-kun, there is indeed a hole under the mattress!"

Henggou took a look at the hole and said, "But how did you know about it?"

Conan also glanced at Fujino curiously.

"It's just simple reasoning and intuition to make up for it, similar to reverse thinking, but the premise is to obtain other evidence."

Fujino pointed to the glass aside and continued: "I found some plant fibers in the glass slag... The only thing in this room that can block bullets at that height and leave plant fibers behind is the mattress. .”

"Amazing……"

Henggou's enlightenment was a little unclear, but he still couldn't help but sigh.

"..."

Conan, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that Fujino was using more and more strange reasoning techniques.

"Now go ask those people for their alibi."

Fujino suggested: "In this case, we can determine who is the murderer."

…………

Hotel living room.

Several people traveling with Sunaoka and the old man, the only hotel staff member, were called here and sat on the sofa.

It can be known through Henggou's investigation.

Only Fujino and Sunaoka's group stayed in this hotel today.

Producer Nagatsuka Katsume discussed the script with screenwriter Tahara in the morning, and went hunting with Sunaoka at noon. It was not until the afternoon that the two came back together. After the rain stopped, they went to the restaurant with everyone.

Screenwriter Toshiaki Tahara, after discussing the script, stayed in the room alone until the rain stopped in the evening, then got up to eat.

Tanikawa Noe was with Sunaoka in the morning, and they had a dispute about the script. In the afternoon, they went to the archery range, and when they fired an arrow, Fujino was almost blown away. The rest of the schedule was pretty much the same as everyone else's.

The old man who found Fujino and the others was named Yusaku Akashi. He was the only one on duty today, and he doesn’t remember anything else.

Fujino listened silently to their explanations without speaking. After everyone's explanations were over, he stood up and said solemnly: "Well, your itinerary can be confirmed. Now I know who the murderer is."

"Detective Fujino, do you already know who the murderer is?!"

Tanikawa Noe, who had already changed her clothes, asked Fujino anxiously.

"Well, I've been able to determine who the murderer is."

Fujino nodded, glanced at the four people present, and said solemnly: "The murderer of this case is among the four of you."

"well?!"

Several people were surprised. Producer Nagatsuka Katsumi couldn't help but said: "The police officer just said that Sunaoka was shot with a sniper rifle, right?"

"yes."

Tanigawa Noe echoed: "How could it be possible to teleport over, snipe him on the opposite side, and then teleport back?"

"Actually, Mr. Sunaoka was not shot from the opposite side. It was just an alibi created by one of you. This method is very simple..."

Fujino turned his attention to several people and reasoned: "The murderer first stole the spare key to the hall, sneaked into his room, and placed the mattress in front of the window. Then he went to the opposite side of the canyon and shot through the window with a shotgun. The bullet was stuck in the mattress, and then the bullet was taken out, the room was reset, the glass shards were taken away, the curtains were closed, the bullet was modified, and installed on the arrowhead of the bow..."

"Bow and arrow?!"

Producer Nagatsuka Katsume was surprised and looked at Noe Tanigawa suspiciously, as did the rest of the people, and echoed: "Among us, Tanigawa is the only one who can play bow... Wouldn't that be..."

"The murderer is not Miss Tanigawa."

Fujino took a deep breath and was a little dissatisfied with the interruption of his reasoning. He started the detective time and continued: "After the murderer modified the arrow, he came to the restaurant with us. He knew that Sunaoka's drinking capacity was not good. After Sunaoka got drunk, he made an excuse to leave, went back to his room, took out the murder weapon, entered Mr. Sunaoka's room, shot him, placed him in a suitable position, and collected it. The glass ballast was reset, and then the arrow that was inserted was rotated out and left the crime scene."

Fujino paused, then continued: "After that, the murderer hid the murder weapon in a place where no one would suspect him, then returned to the dinner scene as if nothing had happened, found an excuse to leave, and dialed my phone number. Mr. Steel Sand's pre-recorded lines from the TV series tonight were played again, and then he threw the firecrackers or other similar things off the cliff."

Speaking of this, Fujino asked everyone: "The TV series you arranged, tonight's lines should include 'How about it? Come to my room and talk about detectives together... Wait a minute, what is that? ...'Is that so?"

"There is indeed..."

Kawatani Noe nodded, "This line is indeed mentioned in the episode broadcast tonight...the murderer..."

Fujino silently took out the phone and called back the previous call in the call history.

"Jingle Bell……"

The sweet sound echoed in the living room.

The source of the voice is Tahara Toshiaki.

Tahara Toshiaki: “…………”

To be honest, Fujino was a little speechless about this guy's methods.

He actually took the initiative to call him... I'm afraid he was stupid.

"Tahara?!"

Everyone looked at Tahara Toshiaki in surprise.

"Neither Miss Tanigawa nor Mr. Nagatsuka, neither of them had enough preparation time. Mr. Tahara, is there anything else you want to explain?"

Fujino looked at Tahara Toshiaki and said in a deep voice: "Under your feet, there should be glass fragments from the crime scene."

"As expected of a famous detective... I thought my skills were perfect... I didn't expect that I would lose here..."

Tahara Toshiaki was a little unwilling, lowered his head, his face gradually darkened: "I lost."