Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

When the first responders carried Guoyou Chunda away, Henggou still led the crowd to check the room on the third floor, but no suspicious person was found.

Gao Cheng stood in the hallway with his hands in the doorway, silently watching everyone searching the room one by one.

If the case is not resolved as soon as possible, the next person who may be killed is the wife of Guoyou, one of the top three survivors in the 13th. Now the client Guoyou Chunda has an accident. If even the wife of Guoyou has an accident, the trouble is not normal.

Regardless of the truth of the shipwreck 13 years ago, the murderer should not be allowed to continue to do whatever it takes.

It is at least certain that one of the four victims’ family members is definitely a prisoner...

Xiao Ai has been following Gao Cheng, wearing a low-key hat and a ponytail hairstyle. Even people who know how to make medicine can hardly think of Shiho Miyano, but Xiao Ai still cares about the appearance of members of the black organization. Things.

Looking at Gao Cheng who was thinking, Xiao Ai also tried to put away her distracting thoughts to help find clues.

"At that time," Xiao Ai said suddenly, "When Mr. Guoyou replied, there were other sounds mixed in the intercom, knocking on the door and the sound of opening the door, and then Mr. Guoyou screamed. It should be that time he was frightened. heart attack……"

"I think so too. The reason why Mrs. Guoyou waited at that time seemed to have been preparing to meet someone. That is to say, Mr. Guoyou himself let someone into the 3rd floor..."

Gao Cheng glanced across the entire bedroom, personally experiencing the performance of the prisoner when he opened the door.

"The key is what exactly Mr. Guoyou saw. The prisoner just opened the door and he got a heart attack..."

"The soul of the fifth person," Xiao Ai said softly with his hands behind his back. "That's what it says on that card, isn't it?"

"The problem is that only 4 people were killed 13 years ago."

Gao Cheng walked to the internal phone by the bed, where Guoyou Chunda was talking to outsiders before the heart attack.

The phone is connected to the fingerprint recognition machine, and it can be operated during the call and opening the door, and it can even actively operate the alarm. It is not too close to the door of the room by a bed.

Guoyou Chunda was supposed to be sitting on the bedside talking, and only let his wife wait after hearing the knock on the door. When he looked back at the door, he had a heart attack.

The soul of the fifth person... Could it be that someone survived the accident that year?

The role of Gao Chengdai's entrant friend Chunda sat on the side of the bed, but turned around to see Xiao Ai standing upright at the door with his eyes open, looking concerned.

"Don't worry," Gao Cheng smiled and stood up and said, "I am no longer the rookie who was helpless when encountering the case before. Although this case is a bit complicated, the biggest mistake of the criminal is to commit the crime in front of us, and it is too late to handle it perfectly. All traces."

After coming to Guoyou's house, things didn't go too smoothly. Several so-called supernatural phenomena took too long to find a clue. Then there were life cases under the eyelids, and even the employers suffered a heart attack.

I don't know if Conan's death halo is too powerful, or the murderer really didn't put his detective in sight... Anyway, this case is over.

"No suspicious person was found," Henggou returned to Gao Cheng with disappointment. "The entire 3rd floor windows are locked from the inside, and there is no trace of being opened... But because of Conan's relationship, the prisoner I couldn't escape from this balcony..."

Gao Cheng looked at Henggou and the Guoyou family who followed, but did not comment.

"So there is only one possibility," Henggou continued with some helplessness, "It was the prisoner who deliberately opened the door to let us in before Conan climbed up, and then hid somewhere on the third floor, taking the opportunity to mix with us..."

"How is this possible?"

The fat butlers panicked: "Are you saying that the prisoner is among us?"

"But we all rushed over when we heard the sirens!"

"Yes, I came in after the police officer..."

"This," Henggou said with a headache, "Actually, I only remember that the wife was following us all the time. It was so chaotic at the time, and I was anxious to find Mr. Guoyou. It was hard to notice if anyone came in, and..."

Henggou glanced at Gao Cheng calmly: "I want to confirm that when the alarm goes off, the alibi of everyone except the wife who is with me..."

"We are all according to the police, go back to our room and stay!"

Several people from Guoyou's family said angrily: "Everyone is a single room, how can there be any alibi?"

"Speaking of it, your police didn't send someone to watch at the door, didn't they?!"

"This one……"

Henggou can only smile wryly.

This was indeed his negligence, but the situation at the time did not expect to turn into a series of killings, and it was Chunda, the safest member of the country, who died.

"Mr. Guoyou drove out the police who were investigating on the 3rd floor at that time. One person hid in the room and said that no one was seen, so we had to check the fingerprints of other people as soon as possible," Henggou opened the note with a sad face. "Before the appraisal results come out, let me reconfirm your statement..."

Gao Cheng had seen the confessions of several people before, and was not interested in continuing to inquire. After leaving Xiao Ai to monitor, he and Conan and a policeman left the 3rd floor directly, and successively checked the rooms of the fat butler and others.

From the point of view of the killing at the gate, it is the driver Mianshi and Guoyou couple who have the alibi.

Although the others did not have a clear alibi, the handwriting on the card found in the pass pocket was skewed, which was inconsistent with the obsessive-compulsive disorder of the fat housekeeper.

Below the hanging gate is a pointed fence. The female housekeeper Shigeko who has a sharp phobia is not like a prisoner, because it is impossible for a prisoner to look down at the wind, otherwise it will be easy to expose herself when seen.

Had a fear of heights, even the chef Bohua, who could not approach the window on the second floor, did not look like a prisoner...

Of course, the premise of these judgments is that the eccentricities of several people are true.

Several diseases can be faked. If it is for revenge from the accident 13 years ago, it is not impossible to deliberately make false impressions.

Several fat butlers flashed in Gao Cheng's mind.

It's amazing. Generally speaking, they will find a target for the planting, but the murderer specially hung the body to the balcony when killing the pass, eliminating everyone's suspicion.

It's 2 am ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Gao Cheng followed the police officer into the housekeeper Maozi's room first.

There is a potted plant on the porch shoe cabinet, and a wall calendar marked with a date is fixed with tape on the wall. There is no pushpin or the like to prove it.

In addition, I didn't see any sharp objects in the room. Even the pens were ballpoint pens that could hold the refill.

The second is the room of Bohua, the housekeeper's daughter. It was cleaned quite clean and tidy. Only the windows had obviously accumulated a lot of dust, which should have not been cleaned for a long time.

The third is the driver's room, which is cleaner than Bohua's room.

Speaking of which, the cleanliness-loving Mian Yin wears gloves almost all day, and only takes off his gloves when he is driving and writing.

Gao Cheng opened the entrance shoe cabinet. The shoes inside seemed to be cleaned frequently. In addition to the shoes, there was also a pair of baseball gloves on the top floor.

Before, the fat butler clearly said that no one in Guoyou’s family played baseball...

Gao Cheng looked at the baseball glove for a while, then continued to walk inside.

A monthly calendar is hung on the wall facing the entrance. From a distance, you can see that each date grid is full of schedules. On October 3, it is written the schedule of going to Tokyo to pick up a detective, and every schedule is The specific time is written, and there is a small circle in front of it.

Gao Cheng stood quietly in front of the monthly calendar, his gaze continuously scanning the schedule one by one.

I don’t know if it’s accidental. There are two ways of drawing the small circle, clockwise and counterclockwise, with the gap facing downward and upward respectively. The difference is quite obvious when you look closely.

The two kinds of circles appear alternately, almost one a day, only the frequency of the forward alternation will be a little slower...

Is it possible to commit crimes in this Mianyu history?

"Kyoto," Conan asked aloud while the police officer left, "What do you see?"

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