Conan: The Second Personality of Kaitou Kidd

Chapter 291 Get Out
Kaito Kuroba read the content of the second mystery story word by word. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Who is this man?"

Weird, so weird.

At first, Kaito Kuroba thought that the slovenly man who appeared at the scene of the murder was a police officer or a detective.

Not everyone can enter the murder scene, and not everyone can stay alone. In addition, the police officer in charge of guarding the cordon told the protagonist that "no matter what order you hear, execute it immediately, even if the other party asks you to jump off the building."

This attitude is too respectful. Obviously, the guy at the murder scene is either a boss or a detective, the kind who is recognized and respected.

But now, "'oversight'?"

Kaito Kuroba grasped this somewhat special vocabulary, he thought about it and said, "Is this a euphemistic word?"

A euphemism for 'surveillance'.

"Since the police personnel are required to accompany and monitor until the arrival at home is confirmed, they must not be police personnel, let alone a famous detective who is deeply respected by the police."

After thinking for a while, he corrected, "It's not just a famous detective who is respected by the police."

There is also fear and vigilance.

Coupled with the fact that the protagonist is from Kamiyama Town, casually mentioning various characteristics of the murderer and a very annoying personality, Kaito Kuroba began to be a little curious about the identity of this man.

Bai Shui did not answer the question and continued to write:

Oshiba Yuta was even more curious about the identity of this man.

When he first caught up with him, he didn't dare to speak. He only dared to take a few steps behind the man. He watched helplessly as the man finished eating the chow mein and bread with no expression on his face, and then threw the packaging bag to him without looking back.

There are no trash cans nearby.

Oshiba Yuta could only stuff the garbage ball into his pocket a few times, mustered up some courage, and asked.

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"Um, are you Souyi's senior?"

"When that guy on the shore pushed you over to die," the man asked without answering, "didn't he let you die?"

He tilted his head, looked Oshiba Yuta up and down for a few seconds, sneered again, and continued to stride.

In this silent gaze, Oshiba Yuta felt a very obvious sense of familiarity. He thought for a long time before he remembered why he felt familiar: when he was a rookie in Kamiyama Town, he encountered a rare murder case that required forensic autopsy.

What is rare is not a homicide case, but the family members who asked the forensic doctor to conduct an autopsy to examine the body.

Oshiba Yuta's seniors, while fighting the injustice for the deceased, pointed out that the family was cold-blooded and hard-hearted, while tacitly avoiding bad luck, and asked the newcomer to assist the only forensic doctor.

The forensic doctor was about to retire and had seen countless corpses. His eyes were very calm when he looked at the corpses, and his eyes were also very calm when he looked at Oshiba Yuta, as if he was looking at dead objects.Just like the look in the eyes of this slovenly man.

Oshiba Yuta couldn't help but shuddered, and his pace slowed down.

He stood there and hesitated for a moment before catching up again, "Well, are you a senior forensic doctor?"

"I've worked with senior forensic doctors before!"

"If you need..."

The man glanced over.

Oshiba Yuta was silent for a few seconds, "That, that... how did you find out the murderer?"

"I, uh, the bureau doesn't seem to have closed the case, so I need to ask..."

The man glanced impatiently again.

But probably because he often explained impatiently, he still simply explained with a frown, "I was told at the scene."

He explained again, "Tell me yourself that you are from Kamiyama Town."

Oshiba Yuta: "Huh?"

"The deceased was a tenant who had just arrived in Tokyo. He was from the countryside. He was between 23 and [-] years old. He was pretty and his hair was about [-] centimeters long. He lived in poverty. The decoration in his home was quite simple, and most of the walls in the bathroom were covered."

The man said lightly: "Water splashes will leave traces on the wall."

"Water traces told me that the murderer was a man who squatted about 1.7 centimeters and stood up about [-] meters. The body told me that the murder weapon was a silk scarf, but there were no silk scarves at the scene or in the deceased's belongings. The murderer had to carry or discard it."

"Everyone in the neighborhood..." The man paused, and glanced at Oshiba Yuta who was stunned and dazed. "They either come from remote villages, or their wages are meager. Most of them live for the whole family. There are wives and old people at home."

"The murderer lived nearby, and it was too conspicuous to throw away the silk scarf during the day. If he left it at the scene or put it in his home, he was worried that the police would find him, so he had to hide it on his body, where he couldn't find it simply by pulling away."

"In the lower body or in the shoes."

"The deceased's appearance is above average, and to be able to win the heart of such a person, I guess the murderer is not that perverted."

Or perverted is not too obvious.

"So hide in shoes."

Oshiba Yutao was dumbfounded.

The man glanced at Oshiba Yuta, and frowned at the stupid expression, "Let the police directly crack the dead man's phone."

"People nearby don't know the love or lover relationship between the deceased and the murderer, but there is a high probability that there will be clues on the mobile phone of the deceased."

"Just use clues to break through the murderer's defense."

He sneered, "The guy who can be forced to jump over the wall and kill someone by the 'public relationship' is simply a bastard without defense."

Oshiba Yuta continued to be dumbfounded, "You, you..."

"Who the hell are you?"

"Is it a detective?"

The man stops.

He no longer glanced contemptuously, and looked at Oshiba Yuta squarely for the first time, and no longer had an impatient expression of beating, but a rare smile, "Murderer."

Oshiba Yuta didn't hear clearly, or thought he didn't hear clearly, "What?"

The man said: "So, when the guy on the shore kicked you over to die, he didn't tell you my identity, was it because he was afraid that you would be frightened and go straight back to Shenshan Town?"

"I am a murderer."

"The murderer who killed his wife, so the analysis is logical."

"What?" Da Chaixiong was too suspicious that he still didn't hear clearly, and looked at the man repeatedly in disbelief, "What did you just say, what did you just say?"

"Did I hear it wrong?"

The man glanced at him, put his hands in his pockets, and strode forward.

Oshiba Yuta chased after him and asked in disbelief, "Are you joking?"

"You're joking, right? You must be a senior from Souichi or a senior forensic doctor, right? Or a famous detective from Tokyo?"

"I heard that Tokyo's famous detective is very powerful, you were very good just now!"

"Don't go so fast, please answer me?!"

"No murderer can be alone..." Action.

Oshiba Yuta remembered what the colleague in charge of maintaining the cordon had said about 'supervising' and 'confirming that he was home', so he was speechless, and his pace couldn't help but slow down.

The man waved his hand without looking back, and said casually: "Finally you've come to your senses?"

"get out."】

　probably also

　　Finish this piece of reasoning first
　　
　
(End of this chapter)