Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 137 Pay attention to details even after death!

Bai Shu walked to a pile of bushes, flashed a flashlight, and looked inside meaningfully.

Rotting and broken leaves hung in the gaps between the branches, and the soil mixed with the smell of moss oozed out of the ground. Except for a few bugs, there was no living thing hiding inside.

He turned around and said, "Not here either."

The rain was falling, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

Kogoro Moori wiped the water off his head, and clicked his tongue, "Forget it, let's go back to the villa first. The eldest lady will definitely not get wet in the rain. If she is really outside, it is time to go back."

"..." Conan followed at Xiaolan's feet, and glanced at Mori Kogoro speechlessly, feeling that he had misunderstood the group of young ladies. It's not surprising that the knife is drenched.

However, if you search aimlessly like this, it will be difficult to gain anything. In the end, Conan didn't say anything, and quickly ran back to the villa with the adults.

When she was about to enter the house, Xiaolan inadvertently looked in the direction of the fountain.

A touch of white came into her eyes, Xiaolan stopped unconsciously, blinked suspiciously, "There seems to be someone over there?"

Bai Shu also stopped, looked along, and was not surprised to see a flamboyant white suit, "It seems to be Nikaido."

"I must have been drunk and ran to the fountain to vomit, but I accidentally fell asleep." Mouri Kogoro said helplessly.

He can always make up a seemingly reasonable background for all kinds of emergencies. Mori Kogoro walked over with a big heart, and pushed Nikaido, "Hey, wake up, don't sleep in this...!"

With a muffled bang, Nikaido fell along the slippery side of the fountain and lay on his back on the ground.

His skin was pale and lifeless, his eyes were slightly protruding and staring wide open, and there was still a little white foam gathering around his mouth and nose.

This made Xiaolan instinctively feel that something was wrong, so soon, everyone heard a loud scream, "Ah——!!!"

"..." Bai Shu rubbed his ears, and patted Xiaolan's shoulder with the other hand soothingly. Speaking of which, Xiaolan had seen dozens if not dozens of corpses. Why hasn't she developed any antibodies yet? Woolen cloth……

But it is undeniable that this voice is very practical.

——As if a rallying call had been sounded, people who should have been scattered all over the forest ran over in unison, making a uniform voice, "What's wrong?!"

Bai Shu pointed to the ground.

The four people who rushed over bowed their heads at the same time, and were stunned at the same time. In the end, it was Takumi Mifune who responded first.

He ran over quickly, knelt down and patted Nikaido's face, "Hey, wake up!"

Mori Kogoro twisted the rainwater from his cuffs, wiped the rainwater that was almost covering his eyes, and sighed, "It's useless, he's already dead."

One, three, five, six and four people are in sync again: "What? How come!"

"Mr. Nikaido is not drunk, and he seems to be in good health. If he does not have any symptoms that will cause sudden fainting, he should have been drowned." Shiroki's explanation skills are already very proficient, "From all the signs Look, he was killed a few minutes ago."

At this time, the soul on the edge of the fountain raised its head dully, and added rigorously, "4 minutes and 35 seconds, I counted from the moment I floated out."

"...", why would a ghost care about such a thing!
Bai Shu paused inconspicuously, and continued the unfinished lines before, "...the possibility of killing him is very high. In other words, the murderer must still be nearby, and may even be among us."

Conan slipped to the side of the corpse at some point, and he had already checked it secretly. Hearing Shiroki's words, he pointed to the back of Nikaido's neck and said loudly, "Wow, there seems to be a handprint here!"

Mori Kogoro looked over and slapped him on the head, "Don't make trouble, stay away from the corpse!"

Xiaolan pulled Conan aside, frowned and asked, "Who did it?"

Takuya Mifune's black skin was faintly reflecting in the night, he suddenly said, "Don't you think the missing Miss Lihua is very suspicious?"

"Nigaido was supposed to be in the woods, but now he died by the fountain, and there is no trace of dragging around - if Miss Lihua invited him here, and then did the murder, everything would make sense. "

Seems kind of plausible, but...

"As long as you are not a stranger, it is not difficult to find an excuse to lure Mr. Nikaido to the fountain. We can do it. In addition, although Nikaido is not very strong, Miss Lihua can't hold it down alone. "

Bai Shu raised his hand to cover the crackling raindrops, and began to miss the comfortable environment in the villa. He suggested, "Let's call the police first."

A group of people agreed one after another, and went back to the house one after another, looking for a phone to call the police.

Of course, the thoughtful murderer did not forget this detail. The telephone line was cut, and the signal could not be received at the place where the villa was located.

Bai Shu was too lazy to make an extra trip, and before returning to the villa, he went around Moori Kogoro's car again.

After a group of people sat down at the table, he blocked his last hope, "I just went to check Mr. Maori's tire, and the tire was flat, so I couldn't drive overnight to call the police. The murderer trapped us here on purpose. .”

"...", Xiaolan felt that she should be panicked logically, but in fact, she didn't seem too surprised... This kind of situation has happened to her before, and she gradually got used to it.

She opened her mouth, swallowed the phrase "what should I do then", and comforted, "Mr. Sijing will send a car to pick us up tomorrow, so we just have to wait patiently until tomorrow! I, um... I Go help everyone make something to drink."

Granny Mi nodded in agreement. The old woman, who was not as tall as Xiaolan's waist, hunched her back, smiled slowly twice, and the wrinkles on her face deepened, "The kitchen is here, I'll take you there."

The two walked away one after the other, and Mifune Takuya slumped on the sofa for a while, then suddenly got up and left the hall, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"...Let's go too!"

I don't know if it was because of fear or other reasons, Takashi Ichiji and Xiu Gojo got up to catch up with him, and went to the bathroom together.In the living room, apart from Mori Kogoro and his party, only Masashi Mukuta was left.

But this one also left soon, the curly-haired uncle smiled calmly, "Everyone is getting wet, I'll get a towel to wipe you off."

Conan felt that he had caught something, "Uncle seems to be very familiar with this place!"

"That's right." Masahiro Muta patiently explained, "Actually, except for you, we are all familiar with this villa—we were all members of the yacht club before, and often gathered here."

"So that's how it is..." Conan thought thoughtfully.

……

Masahiro Muta quickly retrieved the towel, and the three people who went to the toilet also came back one after another.

Ichie Takashi took the towel, took off his glasses, carefully wiped his dripping hair, and asked very puzzled, "Why did someone want to kill Nikaido?"

(End of this chapter)