Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

After Mizuma Yue walked into the scene, Conan ran to Haibara Ai: "Haihara, what are you talking about about the smell of smoke...?"

Haibara Ai didn't say anything, just nodded.

As for the other children, to be honest, they are used to whether these two people are suddenly whispering, and they don't even bother to eat when they are jealous.

When Mizuma Yue stepped into the scene, the autopsy was still in progress. Seeing Mizuma Yue coming over, Komori Maru took off her mask and reported: "The preliminary autopsy result was about two hours. It should be the fragment of the vase next to the corpse." At the request of Mizumayuki, the identification results of the murder weapon will never be too full, so as to avoid unexpected situations.

"Yeah. ==="Tianzun of Ten Thousand Realms" ===." Mizumayuki nodded, Komori Maru went back to continue the autopsy that had not been completed, and then Kato Xiongxin came over: "The deceased is the owner of the house here originally. Gao Ping, is a... how should I put it, he is a writer, but he does not currently have any works." Kato Kuma nobu scratched his head, this kind of identity is difficult to describe.

Mizuma Tsuki looked at Kato Kumaxin expressionlessly.

Kato continued: "The most obvious suspicious thing at the moment is that many things in this room, comic books, racing cars, vases, etc., are placed upside down."

"The reason?" Mizuma Tsuki continued to look at Kato Kumashin.

"It hasn't been found out yet." Kato Kumano suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Then go check it out! What's the use of telling me these things that you can see at a glance!" Mizumazuki sprayed Kato Kumaxin again.

Kato Kumaxin walked away in a daze. He wondered if Mizumayuki hated him very much, and he just raised his nose and raised his eyes.

Mizumayuki went to look at the upside-down things, and seeing this scene, Kato Kumaxin felt even more malicious.

The first thing Mizumayuki looked at was the bookshelf, most of which were comic books, social science books and reference books only a small part.

Now all the books are placed upside down, with the spine still facing out, just upside down.

Is it easier to read the book upside down? Mizumayue wrinkled every day, gesturing in the air to pull out the upside-down book and turn it over to read it, the conclusion is that it will only make it more uncomfortable.

Mizumayuki noticed that there was a comic book, and half of the cover slipped off, because she thought it was very likely that the deceased had hurriedly put it back before she died. Mizumayuki asked for a Polaroid camera. It came out, and of course the gloves were on in the first place.

This is just a very ordinary comic book, the story is vulgar and bland, and the only thing is that the picture is more delicate, Mizuma Yue turned the book page by page and didn't see any marks.

And the book itself is also very new. Maybe its owner Gao Ping bought it back and just read it once and put it on the bookshelf, didn't he care?

Out of prudence, Tsuki Mizuma copied the manga name, author, and other information into the police handbook before plugging it back in.

While Kato Kumanobu was observing the car model, he himself was a little interested in these.

Whether it's a sedan, a sports car, or a tank model, all of them are placed on the table with all four corners upside down, like a series of car accidents.

Huh? Kato Xiongxin found some small fragments, which turned out to be the paint on the surface of the models. These models have been damaged to varying degrees, especially the convertible sports car. If you look closely, you will find that its "windshield" is already serious. Deformed, it seems that these models had some heavy objects on their feet after they were turned upside down.

Kato Xiongxin is alert. Although he has no hobby of collecting models, his friends have a few collectors. They can't treasure their models, let alone break them. Even outsiders want to touch them. No, even they themselves are reluctant to touch it, except to clean up the dust, they can't touch it unless they can, and they talk about the body's oil or something that will accelerate the oxidation and so on.

So why is the model of the deceased turned over so rudely? Kato Xiongxin took a very careful look, and there was no dust near or under the fragments, indicating that the damage to the model was a recent event.

"Come here and check the fingerprints here!" Kato Kumano greeted the forensics staff.

"Check the fingerprints on these books!" Mizuma Yue said to the forensic staff.

"Huh?" Nobu Kato and Tsuki Mizuma glanced at each other.

"Let's go and see the police department first." Kato Xiongxin said quickly, because there was only one forensic officer who came over, and the others were busy doing various appraisals.

"I'm not in a hurry here, let's take a look at Kato's discovery." Mizuma Yue also said.

The forensic officer looked at the two people tangled, wishing he could turn around and leave to find some other place to investigate.

"Meow~" Suddenly a cat meow was heard in the room.

"Where did the cat come from? Did the deceased keep a cat?" Mizuma Yue frowned, looking for the place where the cat meow came from.

"There!" The forensic officer's eyes lit up and immediately rushed over to catch the cat.

"Meow!" I didn't expect this cat to be very fierce, and if it didn't hide quickly, it might even be bitten.

"That's my cat!" Someone broke in from outside, and it was the older one of the other two first discoverers except for the Boys' Death Corps.

"Hey hey hey! Don't come in! This is the crime scene!" A friend of Xiyuan Temple stopped him at the door.

Saiyuan Temple Yutomo has been provoking Suimayue since the first day she took office, but Suimayue has never had time to pay attention to him.

After a long time, Mizumayue found that the behavior of Youyou in Xiyuan Temple was just like the boy who killed Matt in the rebellious period. It was purely to find a sense of existence, and he was self-satisfied with a look of dissatisfaction with everyone. How amazing.

This kind of character is still very useful as long as it is used in the right place, such as gatekeeper.

"I'm just afraid that my Nobel would hurt someone, and it would be crazy if I wasn't there. Besides, I came in before calling the police," the man explained.

"That doesn't work either, go out!" Sure enough, there was a friend in Xiyuan Temple who was very dedicated to chasing people out.

Just at this time, the cat named Nobel recognized its owner. With an excited bark, it fell into the man's arms, and the man went out directly.

Shiratori then walked in.

"Is the situation investigation clear?" Mizumayue asked Shiratori. After Mizumayue walked into the present, Shiratori went to find those who found out to investigate the situation. After being transferred to the second department, a fixed pattern has been formed. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hmm. Shiratori nodded: "The person who came in to look for the cat just now is called Wan Tiannian. He is a family. With him is his editor. Today they are discussing the printing of articles and the publication of new books. The location is in Wan Tiannian. The long-term home is the opposite house. Wan Tian Nianjiu was originally Gao Ping's teacher. They saw the boy detective team who had smashed a baseball through the window into the original house, so they followed him out of concern. "

"Home?" Mizumayue frowned, he was a little sensitive to this profession.

"Not a reasoner." Shiratori is very clear about Mizumayuki's problems: "Mandarin-sensei is a very good writer of the times." Shiratori really wants to know if there is a cure for the "detective syndrome".

"Teacher Wantian?" Mizumayue's frowning brows stretched out, and she picked it up again because of this word.

"Actually, I used to like his books." Shiratori shrugged: "I have lost interest in him in recent years. I always feel that I have lost some of the flavor. It may also be that I have changed."

"How's that little fat man?" Mizumayue asked again.

"I called a policeman to buy six ice creams and came back, the little fat man is the same as usual now." Shiratori laughed.

"Eat ice cream this season? Aren't you afraid of them having diarrhea?" Mizumayuki thought Shiratori bought an ice cream for each of the six kiddos of the boy's death squad.

"Almost so, who told that little fat man to eat all six ice creams." Shiratori spread his hands.

"It's really that little fat man's style." Mizumayue couldn't help laughing.