Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

"Ok?"

Gao Cheng's eyes moved slightly, and he squatted down beside the corpse.

The victim's right hand was stained with blood between the fingers. It should be that he did not die on the spot after being shot, so he pressed the wound with his hands.

The thumb and index finger stick together, as if pinching something.

After a pause, Gao Cheng got up and looked at the desk.

There is a note paper on the right side of the laptop, and a pen is inserted into the pen holder above it. There are some blood stains on the pen holder and the edge of the note paper, and there are traces of something written on the note paper.

"Officer Mumu," Gao Cheng greeted, "Can you do a bloodstain and handwriting identification? It seems that something was written here, and it was taken away by the prisoner..."

Mu Mu didn't bother to ask a few more suspects: "Could it be death news?"

"The identification team is already identifying..."

"Miss Palmer," Gao Cheng asked the secretary, "Did you call the police from 1:27 to 1:28?"

"Yes, because I came up directly with the information after I called..."

"Did you move nothing when you got here?"

"Yes..." The female secretary scratched her fingers.

"What did the president want you to find?"

"It's an artist file that I hired 10 years ago. When I called, the ring rang several times before it was transferred to the answering line, so I came over immediately after leaving a message..."

"If your words are correct, it means that the prisoner was still here at the time."

Gao Cheng pressed the phone button in a deep voice to check the recording.

"Hey, I'm Pama, the president, have you gone out yet? I found the document that the president asked me to find, and I'll take it now... The evening dress for the banquet will be later... Tick, 1:27 p.m. Min, Friday."

"27 points..." Mu Mu was surprised, "Could it be that the prisoner ran away in a panic after hearing this?"

"Anyway, the time of the crime should be between 25 and 27 minutes. At that time, the president asked for artist information from 10 years ago..." Gao Cheng glanced at Kamel and the others again, "Miss Palmer, can you Can you show us that file?"

"But……"

10 years ago, there were a lot of artist profiles, all of which were foreigners who were very different from Asians, and there were contracts in Japanese in them. Gao Cheng read them and handed them over to the police for investigation.

Judging from the fact that the victim suddenly asked the secretary to find documents from 10 years ago a few minutes before the victim was killed, it must be related to the prisoner.

But the prisoner directly killed the victim, within 2 or 3 minutes after the victim contacted the secretary...

Gao Cheng closed his eyes slightly, images flickered in his mind, and all the details of the murder scene were gathered together.

As if turning back time, the scene of the president calling the secretary at the gunpoint of the prisoner flashed before Gao Cheng's eyes...

The prisoner was probably looking for something from the president, but the president called the secretary to stimulate the prisoner.

Gao Cheng took the documents and looked through them again, took the initiative to play the role of a prisoner and opened the desk drawer...

That's right, the prisoner didn't believe the president, thinking that the president was looking for an excuse to ask for help, so he killed the president and searched for it by himself, but at this time the secretary called again.

The prisoner didn't press the message button until the bell rang for a while, fled in a hurry when the secretary came up, and tore off the note in a panic when he saw the death message left by the president.

Gao Cheng initially reproduced the crime scene in his mind.

Another possibility is that the female secretary lied. After all, many of the testimonies are the secretary's statement, but considering the scene, this possibility is much smaller.

If it's a cover set up by the secretary, some things don't make sense, and it can be designed better...

"Mumu Police Department,

Takagi hurried back, "The result is out!" The blood stains on the pen holder and the note paper belong to the president himself, and the handwriting on the note paper is also the president himself..."

"Really?" Mu Mu said happily, "What's written on it?"

"This... is written in English," Takagi said, "The meaning is not very clear, it doesn't look like a message before death..."

Mu Mu lowered his face and muttered: "Really, don't you even know a word of English?"

"Bringmytux..." Gao Cheng looked closer, took the notebook and said, "It means 'bring my evening dress here'..."

"Bring me my evening gown?" Mu Mu was stunned, "What does this mean? I don't understand, but the blood and handwriting are all from the president himself, so it should be a death message..."

While talking, Mumu frowned and turned to the female secretary: "Miss Irina, what do you think of this sentence? It's the sentence 'bring me my evening dress', the evening dress was mentioned in the message just now, right? ?”

"It should be a message from the president," the female secretary responded, "There is a banquet tonight, and the president asked me to bring him the evening dress before the banquet begins..."

"What? Does it have nothing to do with this case?"

"Yes, yes, the president invited new artists to dinner today, maybe because he was afraid that the president would have gone out when I came back, so he left a note for me..."

"Does that mean you were the one who tore off the note and took it away?" Mu Mu asked.

"No!" The secretary panicked, "As soon as I came back, I found that the president had been killed, and then I immediately called the police. I didn't touch anything before the police came!"

"But this sentence should be a message of death, that's right. Maybe this sentence has other meanings. You deliberately left some words about evening dresses in the phone recording in order to get away with it. Maybe it's you from the beginning to the end. Self-directed and self-acted..."

"W-how could it be? It's too much!"

The female secretary felt aggrieved under the suspicious eyes of the police.

"I'm telling the truth, please believe me!"

"I believe you." Gao Cheng, who had been standing silently by the side, suddenly stopped thinking, "This English sentence was indeed left to Miss Irina by the victim."

"You are?" The female secretary looked at Gao Cheng in confusion.

"But Brother Chenghu," Mu Mu said puzzled, "isn't this sentence a message of death?"

"The premise of the death message is that this sentence was left by the president before he died after being shot. After being shot so many times, the handwriting is so smooth and not out of shape. It is unreasonable to think..."

Gao Cheng checked the blood on the table again.

"If you really want to say it, the victim might not even be able to write a single word. Even if he did, the handwriting on the next piece of paper wouldn't be printed so clearly..."

"But after the inspection, there are indeed only traces of writing this sentence, and didn't the murderer also tear up the note?" Mu Mu asked strangely.

"There is another possibility," Gao Cheng raised his head to face the crowd, "that is, the prisoner, like Police Officer Takagi, did not know the meaning of this sentence, but when he saw the president holding a pen and paper in a hurry, he mistook it for a death message..."

"Don't know the meaning of this sentence?"

Mu Mu was stunned for a moment, and said amusedly, "How is this possible? Isn't the prisoner a foreigner? How could it be possible that he can't understand English?"

Gao Cheng didn't respond, and walked up to several suspects, looking directly at them, sweating on their faces as if peeling away all the secrets.

Kamel is an FBI agent from the United States. It would be an exaggeration if he doesn’t know English. The black Haru is an English teacher in a cram school, so he doesn’t know English. The female secretary even uses English for emails...

Gao Cheng stopped in front of the blond youth.

"What... what's wrong?" The blond young man swallowed and smiled stiffly, "Is there any problem? Of course I know the English sentence is 'Bring me my evening dress'..."