Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Gao Cheng rubbed his brows.

If there is no super-high IQ that rivals criminals, the only thing a detective can rely on is carefulness. The secret of becoming a famous detective is to observe more and pay more attention to the details, and then return to the overall thinking... This is also his experience in detecting cases summed up these days.

Is there anything you haven't noticed about this incident?

Gao Cheng once again looked at the magic lamp that had been turned off, and the red carpet that had been artificially cut open, and finally looked at the magic lamp wire on the ground.

Speaking of which, the length of the wires is sufficient. It seems that you don’t have to pull out the plug to hang the corpse. There is no need to draw the wires that were originally routed under the carpet to the top. This is a waste of effort...

"Ok?"

Gao Cheng looked at the photos of the scene from police officer Ma Lian, his expression became serious again, and his mind quickly began to compare.

Two photos, one is a scene of a corpse at the scene being wrapped around its neck by a wire, and the other is a cursed doll that is also wrapped around its neck...

Looking closely, the sense of incongruity became stronger.

Maybe Huoji Xingzi was just used by real prisoners...

...

As the time was getting late, the police still had nothing to gain, and the investigation was temporarily suspended. Only Police Officer Ma Lian also had doubts about Huoji Xingzi, and left one of his subordinates in the Museum of Grapes.

"Miss Xingzi."

When police officers Gao Cheng and Ma Lian returned to the museum, they accidentally ran into Huoji Xingzi who had just picked a basket of herbs in the courtyard. Xiaoqiao Xianjian followed, his face was not very good, and he seemed to have confronted Huoji Xingzi.

"Are these all herbs for making tea?"

"No," Huo Si Xingzi laughed, "These are poisonous grasses. Improper use can easily lead to death, because Teacher Heigua said that I will use it for the black magic tonight, so I went to pick some."

"There is still a black magic ceremony today?"

"Yeah, because my brother has also received a curse, Mr. Heigua decided to calm down the wrath of the Holy Spirit just in case... I'm going to change my clothes between the ceremonies, and Mr. Kioto will be with him."

Gao Cheng felt a little bit sore, and he still played the black magic set at this time, this family is indeed abnormal enough.

When Huo Si Xingzi left, Xiaoqiao Xian shook his head unhappily at Gao Cheng and Police Officer Ma Lian: "She doesn't admit it at all, but just pretends to be stupid... But I feel that the murderer is her right, if there is evidence All right."

Police Officer Ma Lian also found it difficult to handle: "The cursed doll has been sent for inspection, maybe there is something to be gained. In addition, the time of death of Huoji Jiu Yao can be determined to be between 11:45 and 12:15 last night. ."

"By the way, officer," Gao Cheng remembered, "Can you help me look up the situation of Huoji's home 10 years ago? I want to know why Huoji Qinglong adopted a child when the company was about to go bankrupt."

Police Officer Ma Lian thought for a while. It was definitely a clue 10 years ago. He nodded and said: "I know, I will let you know if there is any news."

At night, the sky was dim and cloudy clouds gathered above the villa. When the faint rainstorm was approaching, everyone gathered again between the ceremonies.

Perhaps it was because Huoji Jiuyao was killed here. After seeing the lighted magic lamp, everyone's necks were a little sweaty, as if seeing Huoji Jiuyao kneeling next to the light, his eyes blank.

"Boom."

The black magic ceremony was carried out in the dull thunder. Gao Cheng, Xiaoqiao Xianjian, and the horse face police officer couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Only the Huoji family seemed to be relieved, but because Huoji Xingzi suffered Kentaro Izawa, who was suspicious and uncomfortable, stayed on the side and said nothing.

"It's okay..."

The lights came on again, and the black melon ghost gate announced to everyone: "The ritual to rest the souls of the dead is over safely, and then there is no need to worry, there will be no more curses in this family."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Black Melon!"

"It's nothing," Heigua waved his hand and walked out of the room. "Today, the magic wait doesn't need to be on, but like yesterday, please attend the tea party on time at 12 o'clock."

"Ok."

Huoji Xingzi nodded easily, and said to the maid who was packing her things next to her: "Koizumi, leave the rest to me, you go and prepare dinner."

"Okay, Miss Xingzi."

As everyone left the ceremony, only Gao Cheng stayed with Huo Si Xingzi.

"Miss Xingzi is left-handed?" Gao Cheng asked suddenly watching Huo Si Xingzi's actions to pack up the props.

"Huh?" Huoji Xingzi was stunned and said with a chuckle, "That's right, I'm used to it, is there any problem? Mr. Kioto also doubts me, right?"

"I asked the police, when President Qinglong was killed, you did have sufficient alibi..."

"Really?" Huo Si Xingzi smiled happily.

"However," Gao Cheng walked to the window and opened the curtains to look outside. "Before President Qinglong was killed, he found a prophetic cursed doll here... Miss Xingzi, who told you to do this?"

"Ah? What are you talking about?" Huo Si Xingzi's face changed, and he smiled stiffly, "Who told me to do this..."

Gao Cheng looked back at Huo Si Xingzi, without further questioning, turned and walked out of the room silently.

There is still a big question. Considering the time, it is true that only Huoji Xingzi is likely to commit the crime. He is still not completely sure that Huoji Xingzi is the murderer's chess piece.

"Da da."

At dinner time, Heiguaguimen walked across the promenade with hands in, instead of going to the restaurant like everyone else, but directly out of the villa.

"Mr. Heigua," Gao Cheng stood in front of Guiguaguimen, "Are you leaving so soon?"

"Mr. Joto?" Heigua Guimen stopped, and unexpectedly looked at Gao Cheng who was holding a wooden knife.

"I should call you, **** puppet master Gao Yuanyao is more appropriate, right?"

"Gao Yuan Yaoyi? I'm the Black Magician Black Melon Guimen..."

"Crack!"

A blade of light flashed by, the black melon ghost door words were blocked in his mouth, the mask on his face cracked to reveal an unfamiliar pale face, and a blood stain oozes from his forehead.

"Why, what's the matter?" Heigua Guimen opened his mouth, and looked at Gao Cheng who was standing still in shock, "I said that I am not a Gao Yuan Yao Yi..."

"How can it be?"

Gao Cheng looked directly at the ghost door of Heigua, unbelievingly, reached out and pinched the skin on Heigua's face.

It's not a mask. In this world, apart from his camouflage card, it is impossible for other Disguise to have such a real effect, which means that the person in front of him is really not Gao Yuan Yaoyi.

Are all previous judgments wrong?

"Mr. Kioto," Heigua Guimen said wrongly, "You don't think I am a murderer, do you?"

"Sorry……"

With the rolling thunder, Karuizawa gradually started to rain ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Gao Cheng let go of the black melon ghost door, frowned and walked into the villa.

"Boom--!" A flash of lightning illuminated the villa, and the sound of thunder sounded as if blasting in Gao Cheng's ears. The lights in the hall were all extinguished at once, and the originally brightly lit corridor suddenly plunged into darkness.

"power failure?"

Gao Cheng ignored the black melon ghost door and discredited and walked towards the kitchen where the main gate was located.

Everyone in the villa was obviously a little flustered, but the voice of the maid rang out, and it was customary to step into the kitchen first, and the lights came back on again with a slap.

"It just tripped..."

"Oh, Mr. Joto," Huo Sixiao's 17-year-old wife didn't know when he found Gao Cheng, and kept wiping her tears, crying, "Have you seen Akatsuki? There are other rooms where he works. You can't find him anywhere..."

"President Akira is gone?" Gao Cheng was a while again.

What are these people doing?