Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 162 Water Escape!

Conan immediately shut up and stopped talking about the case.After all, if this case was not a suicide, then everyone in the monastery would undoubtedly be very suspicious.

He turned his head to see who it was, and saw Xiu Nian standing inside the hole - everyone else was taller than the hole, only he was just as tall as the hole in the wall.

Xiu Nian frowned, and worriedly advised him, "You two benefactors, it's slippery outside, please come in."

Conan didn't take this warning to heart. He looked Xiu Nian up and down, and felt that with his small and slender arms, he would definitely not be able to dig a big hole in one night, so he temporarily put aside his doubts about him and began to ask for clues:
"Master Xiu Nian, you seem to be very sleepy, what time did you go to bed last night?"

"I'm a bit insomniac, so I chanted scriptures in the room until about 3 o'clock." It's okay not to mention it, but when the word "sleepy" was mentioned, Xiu Nian couldn't help stretching her waist and yawned a little exaggeratedly.

The mountain wind outside is slightly cool, and occasionally the water from the waterfall floats on his face. Bai Shu thinks it is cold, so he bends down to get back from the hole, stands beside him, and asks casually:

"Then have you heard any strange movements? For example, someone coming in and out, or the sound of knocking on a wooden board."

"No." Xiu Nian patted her head honestly:
"It's been very quiet all the time. Everyone's room is far away from Master, and with the noise of the waterfall, it's hard for us to know what Master is doing."

Conan suddenly stopped a series of questioning, and looked at him in shock.

Bai Shu didn't speak anymore, and followed Conan to stare.

Xiu Nian was terrified by what they saw, just at this moment, Mu Nian called him to help find the "suicide note" left by the old monk, he bowed and took the opportunity to run away.

Conan looked at his back with a very serious face, "He lied, he didn't stay in his room last night."

Just as Bai Shu was about to speak, a small hand stretched out from the side and tugged him weakly.

Slightly turning his gaze, Zhong Nian's soul looked gloomy, and asked him tentatively, "Can this be considered surrender?"

"...", Bai Shu thought it was impossible.

Conan didn't wait for Bai Shu's response, but he was used to it long ago, and continued his analysis smoothly:
"However, based on this, we can't conclude that Xiu Nian is the murderer—he may have left the room for other reasons, so he didn't hear Uncle Mao Li's screams. In addition, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who can chisel out such a murder overnight. The man of the big hole."

"It should be him, and he has the most doubts." Bai Shu patted his wrinkled clothes, not wanting to stay in this monastery with nothing, "I'll look for evidence, I probably know where it is .”

"?" Conan once again had doubts about the reasoning speed he was once proud of. He didn't want to speak for a while, and expressed his doubts with his eyes.

Bai Shu raised his hand and poked it on the wall. When he withdrew his hand, his fingertips left a not-so-obvious water mark:
"It's really not easy to transport people in through the small window above, and then hang them on the beam on the top, but if you change the way, such as floating from below."

"Floating?" Conan savored the word carefully, then looked at the walls of the confinement room, which seemed to be much damper than yesterday, and finally looked at the waterfall, "I understand!"

He was about to rush to the lawn below, but before he could take two steps, Bai Shu quickly grabbed him back, "I'll look for evidence, you go to Teacher Mao Li, hurry up."

"……All right."

……

After the rain, the air in the mountains is fresh and the sound of the water is pleasant. Everything is good, but the muddy ground under our feet is too disappointing.

Especially where there is no grass, every step is a mud pit, which is simply suffocating.

Bai Shu rolled up his trouser legs and walked along the small river that widened a lot after the rain, skipping and jumping, and walked tens of meters, finally saw what he was looking for.

Besides him, there was another person by the river, with his back turned to his direction, staring at the ground, rummaging around in the grass anxiously.

Bai Shu put on his gloves, silently walked a few steps to the side, and came to a tree.

The tree has a well-developed root system, some of which even grow above the ground.Where the roots intersect, there is a broken wooden board stuck with broken tape.

Bai Shu bent down and was about to pick it up when a pair of transparent hands cautiously stretched out from the side, and boldly pressed down on the board.

Zhongnian raised his head and looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Lord QAQ, this is the only younger brother I have."

The old monk came running close with his short legs, groaning, and sat down on a blade of grass, gasping for breath, and he didn't forget to yell at him, "I'm still the only one I am!"

Zhong Nian glared at him, "What position do you have to say this, you murderer!"

"Hehe." The old monk put on an attitude that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, "Now your brother is also a murderer."

"..."

A second later, the two groups of souls wrestled together again.

Bai Shu picked up the board smoothly, walked out from behind the tree, raised his voice slightly, "Master Xiu Nian, are you looking for this?"

Xiu Nian jumped up in the grass. After a moment of stiffness, he turned around nervously and forced a smile, "I'm here to pick mushrooms. There are more mushrooms after the rain."

"Master just passed away, and you still want to pick mushrooms. You little comrade has a big problem." Bai Shu took out a plastic bag, and carefully put away the pieces of wood under Xiu Nian's complicated gaze:
"As a good detective who is kind-hearted, doesn't care about performance, and is selfless, I suggest that you go back and surrender immediately—if you go now, you may still be able to catch up. After all, Ke...cough, Mr. Maori always talks a lot when reasoning about cases. "

When people are extremely nervous, they appear a little sluggish.

Xiu Nian just felt that his thinking was stagnant. For a moment, he didn't think about anything, and the voices from the outside world were also hazy. He could only hear his flat voice very clearly, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Really?" Bai Shu took a few steps closer and looked down at him.

He didn't exert pressure deliberately, but the huge height difference between the two, as well as a certain subtle temperament of Bai Shu's body, seemed to weigh heavily on him.

Xiu Nian took two steps back with trembling legs, temporarily freed from the tense and dazed state, her mind spinning at high speed.

However, before he could straighten out his thoughts, he heard the devil on the opposite side speak again:

"Don't understand? Then I will provide a translation service for free - you strangle your master, put him on a raft and bring him into a closed confinement room, use wooden boards to draw water from a nearby waterfall, and float to the high We already know all about hanging him from the overhead beam, so I suggest you turn yourself in.

"Did you understand this time?"

"...", all thoughts were stabbed, and the tape with his fingerprints on it had already been taken by the other party.

Xiu Nian was completely out of luck, his feet went limp, he knelt on the ground, and accidentally pushed his hand into the quagmire beside him.

The muddy water flowed over the cuffs in an instant, soaking his blue monk robe, Xiu Nian shuddered, raised her hand and shook it violently.

The water droplets on the clothes splashed out, but the mud couldn't be shaken off no matter what.

Xiu Nian stared blankly at the smudged black cuffs, feeling strong disgust in her heart.

Last night the old monk uttered the truth after drinking, saying that two years ago, when he killed Zhong Nian in order to stop his granddaughter from elopement, he was wearing a shabby black robe covered in dust.

At that time, Xiu Nian stared at him numbly while listening to his narration, her eyes were filled with that kind of dirty black, which was the color he hated the most in his life.

But now, he has become like the old monk.

(End of this chapter)