Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

In the Metropolitan Police Department meeting room, Gao Cheng yawned boredly from his seat.

He seems to think too much. In this kind of place, he can't speak at all, or that very few people will communicate with him, as long as he is a little special in the whole conference room.

The consultants were very polite when they greeted him. At other times, they didn't seem to be too cold with him. Fortunately, they found him after a while, but their faces were particularly solemn.

"what's happenin?"

"City household brother," Mumu said solemnly, "Something happened again. Xiaolan called the police just now, saying that while attending a birthday party with Maori, the owner was killed, and it was quite tricky. It seemed to be a ghost murder..."

"A ghost murder again?"

Gao Cheng hurriedly left the meeting room with Mumu under the eyes of the consultants.

I don't know when it started. Everyone likes to think of him as long as it involves a ghost or the like, because he also has the nickname "Ghost Detective".

Facts have proved that all ghosts are fake, and somebody must have committed the murder this time.

But if Uncle and Xiaolan are there, Conan shouldn't be absent, right?

Baoke’s Villa, the banquet hall on the second floor.

"It turns out that after the birthday cake candles were blown out and the room went dark, Ms. Baoke, the owner of this mansion, was stabbed in the chest by some murderous weapon."

After the forensic staff finished collecting the evidence, Mumu squatted next to the body of the hostess who was lying next to the cake trolley. He could see a large pool of blood flowing from his chest, and spattered blood in front of him, with a gap in the middle. It seems that the blood has been blocked.

After a pause, Mumu looked at the open balcony behind the French windows.

"A few seconds before the light turned on again, the murderer took the murder weapon and escaped from the inner courtyard through the balcony over there..."

"The key is the blood splashed on the ground in front of the lady, and the blood is interrupted in front. This is the evidence that someone stood here and was splashed with blood when the murder weapon was pulled out, but among the guests at the scene, although some people were splashed on their bodies. A little bit of blood, but not a single one..."

Kogoro Mori looked around the scene to make inferences.

"Besides, there are blood stains on the window frames and balcony railings, so the prisoner who was splashed with blood must have escaped through that window..."

"But, brother Maori," Mumu said speechlessly, "you said it yourself, it rained until the evening, and the ground was soaked. If you jump from this second-floor balcony and escape, the prisoner should leave footprints, right? But look down, there is nothing in the yard."

"This is also..."

"It's starting to rain again, and the weather forecast clearly says that the rain will stop in the evening."

With his hands in his pockets, Gao Cheng stood by the balcony and watched silently for a while before returning to the hall.

The situation at the party can generally be recovered. The problem is how the murderer disappears, and the murder weapon...

I am more concerned about the threatening letters that have been sent for several years.

Nothing happened in the previous few years, but this time I asked the uncle to come over as a bodyguard and the murder happened.

Then there was an accident that happened here 4 years ago. The deceased was a watchmaker, who happened to be the day of the birthday party.

"Humph," the bald old man leaned on the crutches and looked at Mrs. Baoke's body. "It is of course that the ghost will kill people. The watchmaker died not because of an accident at all, but was killed! He thought he could control time and thought he was. God's cold-blooded woman!" "Huh?" Mumu went back indoors and asked, "What the **** is going on?"

The old man glanced at Mumu and said in a deep voice: "It was a very stormy weather. The watchmaker took a safety rope to repair the dial of the big clock outside, but was blown off by a strong wind and fell into the yard below the clock. In the well...

"It sounds like an accident caused by negligence, but if this woman didn't start her birthday party every second, but went to find someone immediately, she might be fine."

"Did you find someone missing when the party started?" Mumu asked in amazement.

"Yes," answered a man with a beard with a national character and a beard with a pipe in his mouth. "Finally, the watchmaker was drowned by the water in the well while the party was in progress. When he found his body was already breakfast the next day, If you postpone the party and look for it immediately..."

"Everyone was so busy after the party started, there was no time to find someone."

"Look, it seems, the one who hates the victim most is the dead watchmaker."

The people in Mumu felt a little frustrated when they heard it, and they all looked at Gao Cheng who was thinking.

Gao Cheng was not influenced by the words of his old man and the others. He just wrote down the more objective part of the rhetoric, and spent the rest of the time looking for clues on the scene.

This kind of public crimes are committed in the dark, and it is impossible not to leave traces. In addition to blood stains, it is worth considering the method by which the prisoner stabbed the hostess’s chest in the dark.

Moreover, in this case, it is obvious that the murderer was the guests attending the birthday party at the scene, just pretending to escape, hiding in the crowd from beginning to end.

Because although there are sounds in the dark, no one has seen the prisoners escape from the balcony. Only the French windows are opened.

The only question is the murderer’s handling of the weapon, and why the blood was not spilled on his body...

"It's fluorescent paint," Gao Cheng said while looking at the victim's corpse, covering the light above the necklace with his hand. "The necklace on the victim's neck was coated with fluorescent paint. When the light is dark, it will glow. This is how the prisoner found the location. ... Has anyone touched this necklace?"

"Huh?" The housekeeper replied, "Very, many people, everyone seems to have touched the party, because this birthday party is also a display of the new jewelry that the lady bought..."

"That's right," Kogoro Mouri said solemnly, "She also proudly took out the gold pocket watch and gave it to me. Isn't that everyone suspected?"

"Of course……"

Gao Cheng faced all the guests who talked about it: "The prisoner is among these people at the scene."

The bald old man frowned as he watched Gao Cheng, and the other people's expressions were not so good.

"Isn't there still blood on the balcony? And I did feel someone rushing towards the balcony..."

"It just looks like someone is escaping through the balcony. It feels like a lie," Gao Cheng stood up and turned to Mumu. "The police department, let's interrogate the guests first and search their belongings by the way."

Mumu Shen focused his head and said: "It can only be done for the first time. The long sharp weapon that pierces the victim's heart is similar to an ice cone. If the prisoner does not escape, the possibility of hiding in the body is very high..."

"Wait a minute," the bald-headed old man interrupted, "what about the problem of blood stains? According to what you said, shouldn't the prisoner be splattered with blood?"

"Yes," said the female guest next to him, "we don't plan to accept cross-examination and body search without solving this problem first!"

"Obviously there is nothing to doubt, is it too rude to investigate this way?"

The guests were all in a commotion. They were all defiant people. They were quite repulsive of the police investigation. They clamored and demanded to go home.

Gao Cheng watched all this quietly.

With so many guests who came to the birthday party, no one seemed to be sad because of Mrs. Poco's death. This wife was really a failure.

No wonder the murderer was invited to a party...

Who is the murderer?

Gao Cheng glanced over the guests who were anxious to leave. Before he could stop him, the man with a beard and pipe beside him stopped them.

"Everyone, please wait a minute!" The pipe man persuaded, "Don't you understand? Now a person has been killed. Today everyone came to celebrate her birthday. If the prisoner is still among us, assisting the police in investigating is not Should we do it?"

Although there were some twists and turns in the process, in the end the customer stayed~www.NovelMTL.com~ maybe for the sake of face, maybe it was really for Mrs. Baoke.

"Kioto, what do you think?" Conan asked, looking at the pipe men who were taken outside for questioning first.

"These people were by the victim's side when the crime happened, right?"

Gao Cheng followed out of the banquet hall.

The most suspected were the four people who were with Mrs. Baoke at the time, the housekeeper, the pipe man, the old man, and a female guest. Conan said that in addition to the housekeeper, the other three people also came to Baoke’s house early. The lady is much more familiar than the other guests.

"Listen to their testimony first."

No matter what the reason is, no matter how unpleasant the victim Mrs. Baoke is, the murder case is quite serious. As a detective, the only thing that can be done is to give the deceased the truth.

No matter how it is impossible to let a watchmaker who died 4 years ago become a murderer...

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