Conan: I'm really not a model worker at a winery

Chapter 665

The edge of the city away from the deep mountains and old forests.

Snowflakes fell to the ground against the lights, forming puddles of snow.

The dark Porsche was parked in a dark alley, and the occupants of the car quietly stared at the night snow scene.

"It's rare that the dates of the two days are sequential..."

Gin sat in the passenger seat, looked at the date on the phone, and whispered to himself.

In this world, the probability of consecutive seven-day numbers is estimated to be lower than the first prize of buying a two-color ball.

driver's seat.

Vodka, who was debugging the navigation system, secretly glanced at the gin through the sunglasses.

The big brother is really getting more and more strange, and it seems that there is something wrong with his perception...Which day is the date not in order?

Maybe Elder Sister Belmode is right, he should help Elder Brother buy some anti-dementia medicine...

Gin was originally in a daze, but at this moment he turned his head abruptly, and met Vodka's sunglasses squarely, his face was full of suspicion, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Vodka, were you thinking about something strange just now?"

Vodka shrank his neck: "No, no..."

I'm just thinking about what medicine to buy for my eldest brother, isn't it strange?

Glancing at Vodka suspiciously again, Gin reluctantly believed his nonsense.

Suddenly, he looked to the left road: "Here we come."

Vodka also turned her head back, looking intently at the appearance.

The Porsche did not turn on the engine, nor did it turn on the searchlights, like a predator lurking at night.

Gin silently rolled down the car window, held the pistol with the silencer installed in his right hand, stretched out the car window, and counted silently for a few seconds...

A man wearing a peaked cap just emerged from the corner, and a bullet with sporadic flames pierced his skull soundlessly.

His feet even stepped forward twice according to the inertia, and then fell limply on the snow.

"Target No. [-] is resolved... Vodka, let's go back."

Gin put away his gun and yawned.

It's been a long time since he came out to run missions in the middle of the night, and when he comes here occasionally... he's really sleepy.

Vodka looked at the navigation panel that had been debugged by himself, and displayed a list of tasks on it. He was silent for two seconds, and carefully reminded: "Brother, we still have seven goals that have not been resolved..."

"Go back first, we'll talk about it when we sleep." After saying this, Qin Jiu closed his eyes and dozed off on his seat.

Vodka didn't dare to disobey, started the engine helplessly, and slowly drove towards their own base.

……

at the same time.

A deep mountain mansion in Shinjuku.

The police who dispatched the police in the middle of the night rushed to the scene of the crime.

But Police Officer Mu Mu discovered that the atmosphere at the scene of the crime was different from any previous situation.

especially……

"Mr. Police Officer, I am the murderer, please arrest me."

Police Officer Mumu: "...??"

When Police Officer Mumu saw the young man with golden hair bowing his head and pleading guilty directly in front of him, a few question marks popped up involuntarily on his forehead.

This time the prisoner...is he so conscious?

This thought flashed through Officer Mumu's mind.

But soon, he saw Mori Kogoro and Lie standing in the crowd beside him.

He suddenly realized that it was probably not because the prisoner was more conscious, but because the case had already been cracked.

Police Officer Megure rubbed his brows, and was not in a hurry to get Aikawa Fuyuya handcuffed. He squinted at Kogoro Mouri: "Then, what is the situation of this incident?"

Before he understands the situation clearly, he can't handcuff people at will.

Mori Kogoro, who was named, held his head high and stood up to report the ins and outs of the incident to Police Officer Megure, including the fact that the prisoner had made an internal call to them before committing the crime.

"...After receiving the call, we rushed to the Hall of Masks and found that all of Shoble's masks had disappeared. At this time, we heard screams from upstairs and the sound of things being scattered..."

Mori Kogoro's retelling ability is very strong, and he quickly restored the whole picture of the button.

but……

When police officer Mumu came to the bedroom where Su Fanghongzi's body was buried, and saw the clean floor, and Lie and Kogoro Mouri handed him the photos of the scene taken by his mobile phone, the chubby The police officer still felt a little cursing——

Can these detectives change their bad habit of destroying crime scenes?

After complaining in his heart for a while, Officer Mumu turned his attention back to the case and found a blind spot:
"Wait, are you saying that the scene of the crime is a secret room? And the rooms on the east and west sides are completely separated... Then how did he commit the crime?"

"Ah~ It's very simple! Officer Megure~ Look, I've restored his modus operandi~"

Lie held the mobile phone and faced Police Officer Mu Mu, with frowned eyes, and played the video recorded by Conan on the mobile phone.

Conan took the video while standing at the head of the bed. It can be clearly seen that Lie strung the mask and the knife on the long cloth strips, and threw them into the room through the transom on the compartment door one by one.

"The 'rope' used by the prisoner should be an elastic band~ but I didn't find it, so I tore off the more elastic bed sheet in this room~" Lie explained proudly.

Police officer Mumu rolled his eyes, and didn't want to complain anymore.

In the video, several of the masks that were thrown in were stuck because of the knotted sheets.

But when he saw the back, Officer Mumu was shocked:

The masks that were thrown in were pulled by the sheets, and gradually moved closer together and arranged closely together, finally forming a horizontal column of masks, with the dagger at the front, it looked as if the mask had bitten the dagger in its mouth.

"The thickness of a mask is about 1.5cm, and the length of two hundred masks stacked together is nearly three meters~" Lie gestured with his hand on the phone, "The distance from the cubicle door to the head of the bed is about [-] meters.
But Sister Su Fang's position is not so far inward, plus the mask will naturally tilt downward due to gravity, and the length of the dagger is about ten centimeters...

The remaining distance is only about ten centimeters, as long as you push something behind the door, the dagger can completely penetrate the neck of the dead~"

Most of what Lie said was recounted by Conan to him before.

At this time, someone Ke was standing by the side with an unfriendly expression, and Ting Lie and Officer Mu Mu beeped.

Damn it, he was the one who solved the case, but it was Mr. Lin who played the trick in the end...

Inexplicably a little upset.

There is actually no way to prove that the murderer is Aichuan Fuyuya just by the modus operandi.

However, the witty Lie made another recording:
To prove that Lanchuan Fuyuya was the murderer, in fact, it only needs to prove that he was not in his room at the time, but in the bedroom next to Su Fang Hongzi on the third floor.

And when he was faced with Lie's question, there was a mistake in his answer, and he happened to be recorded...

The tricks and the alibi were all broken, and Lanchuan Fuyuya felt that there was no need to struggle, so he simply chose to surrender as soon as the police came.

Police officer Mu Mu swears that this is definitely the smoothest case he has encountered since working overtime in the past few years. It only took less than 10 minutes from the scene to the arrest of the prisoner.

And even under severe harassment:

"Hey~Officer Megure~Can I take that mask away?"

"No! This is important physical evidence."

"But I already bought it from Sister Su Fang yesterday?"

Conan: "?"

buy it?Why doesn't he know?
"I said no, I can't!!!"

The case ended under the roar of Hedong lion by police officer Mu Mu.

Standing in the cold wind, watching those poor masks being taken away, I feel pitiful, weak and helpless...

However, a few days later, the Metropolitan Police Department was stolen again.

In addition to some case files, the lost items also included these two hundred masks...

(End of this chapter)