Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 191 How could it be an accident with you here?
The Mumu Police Department feels that the subordinates' speculation is correct:
"Indeed, the doors and windows of the room were locked, and the only key was dropped on the floor of the room and happened to be held down by a notebook - this precludes someone from locking the door from the outside after killing Professor Hirota and then unlocking the key Possibility of being thrown through the door. Simply put, it was an accident."

When Hui Yuanai heard this conclusion, her hand typing on the keyboard paused slightly. She glanced back at the dead man on the ground, then quickly retracted her gaze, and continued to operate the computer in the corner of the room.

It would be nice if it was just an accident.

however……

"I feel like murder." Conan squatted on the ground, pointing to the phone that fell in front of him:

"Look, the phone is also dropped, but the receiver is still on it, and there is even a book stacked on top... Normally, it is difficult to arrange the dropped things so neatly."

"It's you again." Mumu Police Department supported his knees speechlessly, bent down to look at the phone, and when he straightened up, he touched Conan's head and said in a coaxing tone, "It's really a coincidence, but only Based on this coincidence, it cannot be considered murder."

"...", Conan pushed his hand away with eyes wide open, unable to communicate with this former boss of Mori Kogoro.

Bai Shu whispered to the ear of Mumu Police Department, "Police Department, don't underestimate this kid, he has a good intuition, and Teacher Mao Li often praises him for his future!"

"It's too exaggerated, a first-grade elementary school student..."

The Mumu Police Department originally wanted to say what a little kid can understand, but just as he said the words, he suddenly remembered that this kid has been involved in all the murders he has experienced recently, and he has really played a lot of roles...

He began to waver and hesitated, "Could it be a murder in a secret room?"

"Murder?", Hirota Toshiko, who had been dumbfounded all this time, finally recovered from the shock, grabbed the sleeve of the Mumu police department in grief and anger, and shouted, "Then who killed my husband?!"

"Husband, madam, calm down." Mumu Police Department was startled by her voice, and hurriedly changed the subject, "By the way, didn't you notice something strange in the study room tonight?"

"...", Hirota Toshiko showed remorse, and let go of his hand a little, she shook her head:
"No, my neighbor's Mrs. Shibata and I went to the town's town meeting. We left before 8:11 p.m. and came back after [-]:[-] p.m. If I stayed at home, my husband might be saved."

She wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and continued recalling, "My husband said that there are a few students coming tonight. I left early, and I only saw Mr. Hoshiya who came first, and the young man with a child who came last. people, others..."

"Shirakura, Hoshiya, Morioka, and Agasa." A voice broke into their conversation.

Mu Mu Police Department turned around after hearing the sound, and saw Bai Shu put on gloves at some point, flipping through a plain-covered pocket book.

He opened the last page and showed it to the Mumu police department. These four names were indeed recorded on it, "It should be these four people."

"Fortunately, the professor has the habit of keeping accounts." Mumu Police Department took the heavy notebook and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it would save a lot of trouble.

He sent his subordinates, "Go and find out who have these surnames among the professor's students!"

After his subordinate left, he turned to Bai Shu who was looking around.

"You came here for Dr. Ali in the book." Mumu Police Department looked at him with a complicated expression.

This junior used to make him feel very gratified, but it is a pity that after becoming a detective with Mori Kogoro, he seems to have contracted some strange physique...

"Ahem." Mumu Police Department threw out the unscientific thoughts and returned to the topic, "It's so late, why are you here?"

"I'm here to pick up the floppy disk for Dr. Ali. He sent it here by mistake before." Bai Shu briefly explained.

While the two were chatting, Conan discovered something new.

The little detective lay on the ground, tilted his head and looked through the gap between the phone and the book, and saw a small light on the phone that was on and off.

Conan raised his hand and grabbed the trouser legs of the passing policeman, "The light on the answering machine is on, and there is a message on the phone!"

Islanders often use answering machines, which can provide clues in many cases.

The police officers pressed the play button, and a mechanical electronic voice sounded: "Leave a message, 13 calls."

"So many?" Mumu Police Department felt incredible, thinking that the deceased's social skills were really amazing. Could this be the world of professors?
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the phone began to play messages in order:

"D-hello? Teacher Hirota, I'm Bai Cang. Is our appointment tonight? I lost my pocket book a few days ago. I'm not sure about the date."

The first pass is over, the second is from another person:

"Dip——I'm Morioka, have you set your schedule yet? What time should I go there tonight?"

Third pass:
"Di——I'm Bai Cang, did you hear the message? Please call me back if you hear it."

Fourth pass:
"Drip—I'm Bai Cang,..."

……

The next few calls all started with "Dip-I am Bai Cang".

Fortunately, this person's lines are different every time, otherwise the police would suspect that the phone was broken.

This sloppy classmate seemed to be a chatterbox. At the end, Police Officer Mu Mu was sleepy with his nagging, and muttered, "Could it be that the dozen or so messages were all messages from this Baicang."

"What happened to my message?"

As soon as Mu Mu finished speaking, a young man in a shirt walked into the room blankly.

He looked at the messy ground and asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"Mr. Hirota had some accidents."

At present, it is still uncertain whether the deceased died by himself or was murdered. The Mumu Police Department can only vaguely pass it.

As he spoke, he pressed the next message, which was also the last of the 13 messages.

This time it is finally not Baicang:
"D--Hello, this is Heishu Insurance. I want to explain to you the latest insurance products of our company. Can you please take some time to come out? I will call back later."

After listening to all the 13 messages, the Mumu Police Department stood up from the phone, stretched its waist, and didn't pay much attention to the last insurance advertisement.

Conan's eyes were wide open.

Although the owner of the voice changed his voice on purpose, his skills were not up to par. Before he finished listening, Conan had already thought of someone.

Huiyuan Ai, who couldn't find the disk or any useful information, finally left the computer, leaned next to them, and whispered, "It's the voice of vodka."

Bai Shu glanced at her and found that her expression was quite calm.

This girl who feels like she has run into a ghost every time she hears about the organization in black seems to not be too nervous when she mentions vodka... This strong man in black is too intimidating.

(End of this chapter)