Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Soon after the forensic personnel first arrived at the scene to collect evidence, Mumu hurriedly rushed to the scene with Takagi under his hat, and was stunned when he saw Gao Cheng and Conan: "Is Brother Maori away this time?"

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

"But this is too strange," Mumu frowned. "Since it has been dead for two days, why didn't the restaurant people find it? The person who cleaned the room should have been here..."

"This," the hotel attendant said anxiously, "because Mr. Itakura said that we shouldn't be disturbed, and he yelled at us before..."

"Mr. Itakura is like this," Naito explained to help. "He hates people entering his work place. Once the book on his desk was moved 10 centimeters and he was furious..."

Soma followed: "Yes, he even changes the sheets in his own home every six months, so he won't let people come into his room to clean..."

"Then this Itakura is really strange enough," Mumu looked at the corpse with his hands behind his back. "Have I seen him on TV?"

"He is Taku Itakura, 45 years old this year, a well-known game system engineer," Takagi explained, "He was famous for his movie CG a few years ago..."

"Police Department!" Chiba rushed over from outside, "I have already contacted Mr. Itakura’s attending doctor. He said that Mr. Itakura’s heart deterioration is very serious. He needs to take medicine at least three times a day, and Itakura was originally scheduled to be there this time. Surgery will be performed immediately after her work is over..."

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

"It's true that death is due to illness, but it is not a natural death."

Gao Cheng waited for the forensic personnel to complete the on-site verification, and interrupted, "The victim leaned his head on the table, but the saliva at the corner of his mouth did not leave a mark on the table, and if he really died on the table, he wants to keep it. In this posture, his hands must be sandwiched between the table and his body before they become stiff, but there is no trace on the back of his hands..."

Mumu stunned: "But since his hands and feet are stiff, it should be correct to maintain this position..."

"What if someone tied him up?"

Gao Cheng looked at the fixed corpse: "If Mr. Itakura was just **** by someone, did he pretend to be like this?"

"Tie the body?"

"Yes, Mr. Itakura probably has his hands tied on his chest and tied to the chair, so he can't take medicine when he gets sick... wait until afterwards and put it like this."

Gao Cheng put his hands in and walked to the corpse.

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

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

The forensic doctor glanced at Gao Cheng and responded: "Although there are no obvious signs of restraint, the slight congestion caused by external pressure can be seen from the shoulder to the top of the knee..."

Mumu touched his chin in a daze, "What's the matter?"

"Probably I wrapped Mr. Itakura's body with a quilt first," Gao Cheng raised his mouth. "The murderer might use something to make Itakura fall asleep, then wrap it in a quilt and place it on a chair, and then use tape. Tie tightly, maybe there is a pillow between your chest and knees...

"The best evidence is that there is a trace of tape on the legs of the table and the chair, and the quilt seems to have been washed."

Gao Cheng turned his eyes to the three Naitos.

"While waiting for the police officer to come, I checked with the restaurant. Actually, three days ago someone pretended to be Mr. Itakura and called the hotel counter and said that the phone in the room was broken... Yes, I used the same method as me. Find it here."

Naito's three expressions changed slightly: "Wait, wait a minute, Detective Kioto, are you suspecting us?"

"We entrusted you to help find Itakura because there was no way. Besides, how can a criminal deliberately bring a famous detective to the scene of the murder?!"

"The prisoner thinks the same way," Gao Cheng shook his head. "Isn't it a criminal who brought me to the scene of the murder? I ran into the prisoner who gave me an alibi a few days ago, so how can I say it?"

"This…"

The long-faced young man hesitated: "Even so, at least we have to show evidence that we have come, right?"

Gao Cheng said solemnly: "I don't have any evidence yet, but I know Mr. Itakura has a clue."

"clue?"

"It's the ankle of the deceased. The left foot has obvious bruising marks left by the socks, but the right foot with the same socks has no marks..."

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

"It's very simple," Gao Cheng smiled. "The murderer put socks on his right foot after the death of the deceased and waited until the blood was not circulating. It was probably the second time he returned to the scene to deal with the corpse, worried that the police felt unnatural after finding out... "

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

Mumu thoughtfully said, "Could it be Itakura himself took off the socks on his right foot? But why did he do this?"

"Just try to get **** like Mr. Itakura."

"Huh? Me?"

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

"Uh... Mr. Itakura was tied here at the time, and he took off the socks on his right foot..."

Mugure sat on a chair with a fat body, imitating Itakura's tied posture, taking off his right socks with difficulty, and his face instantly changed when he saw the Go board in front and the chess pieces arranged on the board.

"This, this is... Does he want to play these chess pieces with his feet?"

"In other words, this is a message before death," Takagi wondered, "but what did he write? It looks like just a game of Go..."

"Just think about it for Mr. Itakura. How do you leave a message if the murderer may return to the scene? Of course, you can't leave a clear message, or even a message that the murderer can understand."

Gao Cheng turned his gaze to the three Naitos: "Neither let the murderer see it, but also let other people pay attention, what should Mr. Itakura do? In addition to the murderer, there are two other people on UU Reading www.uukānshu.com who are looking for He, so the information should be brought to the attention of the other two people so that there is a chance to pass it to the police..."

Mugure looked at Naito closely: "In other words, of the three of them, two of them can understand Itakura's message before death?"

"what?"

Naito wiped his sweat and leaned his sweat to the chessboard: "But I really don't know what this means?"

The long-faced young man thought hard: "If there is something to say, it's just that this game is a bit weird. According to the rules of Go, if you surround the opponent's pawns, you must take those pawns, but the white pawns 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, is the arrangement of these sunspots a bit familiar? I just noticed it. Mr. Itakura's computer keyboard is also posted on the keyboard similar to that in the elevator. Pattern, this is Braille, right?"

"Yes, indeed," Naito remembered, "Mr. Itakura has poor eyesight like me, so he also learned Braille... So if the white pieces are taken away from the board, the remaining black ones... are they Braille?"