Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"Anything else?" Hattori asked curiously.

"Uh, let me see," Mu Mu took out a bunch of photos from his pocket, "these four building blocks fell around the president's body..."

"There are a lot of building blocks next to the corpse." Hattori looked puzzled at the square building blocks piled up next to the traces of the corpse. There were words or patterns on each side of the building blocks.

"But only these four building blocks have the president's fingerprints and ink on them," Megure put the photos on the table, "If you line up the ink-stained faces..."

"Toy?"

The uncles looked at the characters on the building blocks in the photo in surprise.

"But it may also be a rice cake shop..."

"And then this," Mu Mu then took out a photo overlooking the scene. "This is the photo when the body was found. At that time, these 4 building blocks were mixed with other building blocks and placed in front of the body."

Gao Cheng followed suit.

A man lying on the ground with blood on his head, his hands and feet were bound, and the position of his hands happened to be a puddle of ink behind his back.

Judging from the photos, the site was kept quite complete, with the ink bottle poured on the table, the ink flowing on the ground, the tied corpse, and the messy blocks piled up in front of the corpse...

"The ink that was stained is the bottle of ink that was overturned on the table, right?" Uncle Maori said, "The question is who stained the ink on the building block. Although there are fingerprints of the president on it, it may be that the prisoner deliberately let the ink The dead president was stained with..."

Conan interrupted and asked, "Is it true that only these four building blocks have fingerprints on them?"

"No," Mu Mu shook his head and said, "The other building blocks that fell on the ground also had fingerprints, but only these four were the most stained, and they were everywhere, not only on the six sides, but also on the recessed places where the words were engraved. "

Hattori smiled and said, "In other words, these four building blocks are the death message left by the president before he was killed. Officer, are the four building blocks still there?"

"Sent to the Appraisal Department..."

"Wait a minute," Uncle Mao Li, who was almost completely robbed of the limelight, said angrily, "Why are you so sure it's death news?"

"It's very simple. The president's hands are tied behind his back. In this way, he can't watch the selection of building blocks with his own eyes. The reason why there are fingerprints on all six sides is because he judges by groping for the notches of the words with his fingers. I need ink on my face..."

Hattori looked at Gao Cheng and continued: "However, after finding these four blocks in a pile of building blocks, the other building blocks did not have too many fingerprints, because this kind of building blocks engraved the pseudonyms of the same consonant On the building blocks, as long as you touch it a little, you will know if it is right...

"As for whether it was left by the murderer...Fingerprints mainly rely on the sweat and oil on the fingers to leave marks, which will not be secreted after death, so even if the dead person holds the building blocks, only the fingerprints can be stained. It is impossible for the first one or two pieces to get everywhere like this...

"In addition, there are traces of ropes stained with ink everywhere on the floor, which can also prove that the president may have secretly selected these four building blocks from behind, and put them back there after the selected side was stained with ink. In a pile of building blocks, because I don't know when I will be killed, my hands are sweating from fear..."

Hattori looked at the photo of the building blocks in deep thought.

"That is to say, the president is eager to leave a message before the prisoner finds out. Maybe he will make a mistake. This is a toy company. Does the president really want to leave the word 'toy'?"

"Amazing……"

Xiaolan stared blankly at Hattori's analysis.

"Obviously just arrived here, I already know so much..."

"Yes, yes," He Ye said happily, "It's Heiji after all!"

"Hey..."

Gao Cheng's eyelids trembled: "Who did I come here to help?"

"This..." He Ye blushed and smiled awkwardly, and reassured himself, "Yes, we can't be led away by Heiji, this is a deduction contest, if we lose, we will go to Jiashien..."

"Senior Kido," Xiaolan looked at Gao Cheng expectantly, "What do you think?"

"not yet.

"

Gao Cheng watched the murder scene quietly.

Of course, he is not without some ideas. After understanding the situation, the incident at the Mihua Art Museum has been lingering in his mind for a long time. This time the situation seems to be related to some extent. Expectations are too high.

Hattori plus Conan, under normal circumstances, he really can't compare...

"Speaking of toys," Mu Mu said with a headache, "We thought that these four building blocks might be clues to the news of death, so we searched the entire office carefully, but we didn't find any suspicious toys..."

"What about the other suspicious things?"

"The only thing found in this office is the golf club used by the criminal as the murder weapon, and the high-end fur coat that is believed to be worn by the prisoner when he committed the crime, which is stained with the president's blood..."

Mumu asked the police to bring two pieces of evidence sealed in transparent bags.

"But the golf clubs and coat belong to the president himself. It is said that he put it in the room inside. Based on these two items, the prisoner cannot be found at all...

"What I don't understand is why the prisoner wears this coat. The president's room has not been turned over..."

"Hmph," Uncle Mao Li said disapprovingly, "I must have sneaked in here while the president was out. After seeing this high-end fur coat, I wanted to try it out and see if it was suitable for me. Then the president who came back just happened to find out that the prisoner Bind the president to ask for the password and then start killing people, this coat is stained with the president's blood, of course you can't wear it again, so you take it off and run away..."

Mu Mu looked at the plausible uncle, but his face turned suspicious, not knowing whether he should believe it or not.

"Wait a minute," Hattori interrupted the uncle, "Only the left shoulder part of the blood on this coat is blurred, as if it was wiped by something..."

"Well," Mu Mu sighed, "This is also a mystery. I can't find anywhere in this office that matches the blood stain on the coat."

"Hey, what's the matter," the uncle snorted, "Maybe I touched my hand when I took off my coat. Didn't there be no gloves left at the scene?"

"Speaking of blood..."

Conan lay beside the bloodstain on the corpse's head and interjected again: "The bloodstain here is also very strange. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it, but this spattered bloodstain has a trace of being cut off. It seems that something has been put here... ..."

"Indeed," Hattori squatted beside him curiously, "but what's in this place? In front of it is the TV..."

"television?"

Conan and Hattori looked at the TV not far away at the same time, and hurriedly got up to search for the remote control.

"Hey, hey," Meguro looked at Hattori looking for the table with sweat profusely, "Don't touch it randomly, this table still looks like it was hungry when the crime happened!"

"I'm just looking for the remote control... I have it!"

Hattori opened the manuscript paper, took out the TV remote control with bright eyes, and turned on the TV under his confused eyes.

"The TV is in an external input state, that is to say, it might be a video camera that was originally placed here..."

"As for the camera," Mu Mu said in a daze, "there is one in the president's room."

"Then ask the police officer from the Appraisal Section to check if there is any blood on it, Officer Megure." Hattori had twisted his hat at some point, and his expression became more and more excited.

"oh oh."

While ordering the police officer in a daze, Mu Mu looked at the quiet Gao Cheng, feeling somewhat resentful.

At any rate, Mao Li still made some analysis, but after Gao Cheng came, he acted like a bystander.

"Brother Chenghu, why are you dumb?" Mu Mu was a little anxious, "You can't lose to outsiders, right?"

"Uh……"

Gao Cheng was a little embarrassed, but he couldn't explain anything.

His investigation methods are somewhat different from those of Hattori and Conan, and there is no need to be particularly competitive. The important thing is to collect as many clues as possible for deductive argumentation.

In fact, he is not without a little gain.

Compared with Conan, his observation ability is not bad at all, and after all, he is a person who has watched thousands of episodes of "Conan", even if he can't remember the case, he is still more sensitive to details than others. This is his advantage.

Conan and the two are right, but in his opinion, many details have been overlooked.

There are several doubts.

First of all, the desk looks quite neat. If there was a fight, it is impossible for only the ink bottle to fall over.

And the location of the ink, the location of the body, and the location of the building blocks... It seems too coincidental that the murderer would make the victim leave a death message so easily.

It would be even more strange if there was a camera on the side.

In the original Mihua Art Museum incident, the Ochiai curator was wearing armor, deliberately letting the victim leave a false death message on surveillance.

And one more thing...

Gao Cheng looked at the calendar hanging on the wall next to the corpse.

There are still some clues to collect.

Xiao Ai looked up at Gao Cheng.

As in the past, he was still so serious when investigating the case, and he would not smile like other people when solving the puzzles, but he always gave people a sense of stability, and it seemed that he had gained a lot.

After finding Heye and Xiaolan who were distressed and contemplating the death news, Xiao Ai inadvertently comforted: "Don't worry, if he is willing to help others, he will definitely be able to do it."

"Eh?"

"But," Heye followed and looked at Gao Cheng, with a bitter expression on his face, "I heard from Heiji that Kido is worst at solving puzzles with codes, right? Heiji will definitely solve the death message first..."

"I just have this feeling." Xiao Ai looked at Conan and Hattori who were also investigating on the other side with her hands behind her back.

It's boring enough to use the results of the reasoning game to decide where to go...