Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 192
In this murder case, the black-clothed organization unexpectedly appeared, which made the atmosphere slightly biased in the direction of the drama.

But Conan was not too flustered, he thought for a moment, and denied the conjecture in Haibara's mind:
"The case should have nothing to do with vodka—it's not their style to arrange such a troublesome secret room. And if they really killed the person, the tape with the voice message of vodka should have been taken away and destroyed."

Hui Yuanai was still not at ease, and said seriously, "But since I left a message, it means that their people must be nearby, and the organization usually operates with two people, so vodka is nothing to be afraid of, but..."

"Don't worry, there are so many policemen, they won't come in." Bai Shu looked out the window, "And our car is far enough away, those two people won't notice."

Although Bai Shu has never been able to understand why people in black dare to blow up the Tokyo Tower, dare to be tough with the FBI, and dare to drive helicopters all over the world to be arrogant, but they are rarely willing to face the police in island countries...

But care so much.

It's fine if they don't come to make trouble.

……

Soon, the last two suspects also arrived one after another.

They are all middle-aged people in their 40s, and the police department asked them one by one the reason for their visit and what they did tonight.

"I want to ask Professor Hirota to help me write a recommendation letter for Nanyang University. My daughter is about to graduate and she is applying for Nanyang University."

The gentlemanly uncle wearing glasses squeezed a handkerchief and kept wiping away his sweat.While speaking, he glanced at the ground inadvertently, and immediately looked away with a tense face, as if he was seriously frightened by Hirota Masakaya's appearance.

After a pause, he stammered and finished the second half of the sentence:

"However... but Mr. Hirota drank a lot of wine at the time, and looked drunk... Anyway, it was not easy to communicate, so I didn't mention it, and went back first."

Mr. Mumu nodded, and directed the little police officer to write down the words of suspect No. 1. At the same time, he thought suspiciously, saying that he came to ask for a letter of recommendation, and said that he returned empty-handed in the end. What did you do...

I have to send someone to find out if he really has a daughter who is about to graduate. If not, this person must be the first to investigate!
There were all sorts of doubts in his heart, but his face was still kind, and Mumu Police Department turned to Michio Morioka again, "What about you?"

"Mr. Hirota and I are chess friends, and he invited me to play chess together tonight."

Morioka was much calmer than the one just now. He pointed to the chess pieces scattered everywhere on the ground without expression:
"Mr. Hirota only said tonight, but didn't say what time it was. I called twice to ask the time, but it was the voice of the answering machine."

The Mumu Police Department looked at his sad face that had nothing to do with him, and felt that this was suspicious, "So you have been waiting at home for news?"

"No." Michio Morioka shook his head, "Our two families are not far away, and the phone has been disconnected, so I came directly."

He looked at his watch and recalled:
"I arrived at about 9:[-], and no one answered the doorbell, and the entrance door was unlocked. I thought Professor Hirota had forgotten about it, or fell asleep by accident, so I went in and took a look in the study. But the study room was locked, and there was no answer when I knocked on the door, so I knocked for a few minutes and went home."

"...", shouldn't a normal person feel weird when they encounter a door that is locked and there is no sound no matter how hard you knock?

But why is he so calm?

Suspicious, very suspicious!
Mumu Police Department added a few more words in his heart. At this time, looking at Baishu again, Mumu Police Department couldn't help but feel that the other party was more pleasing to the eye. He repeated the rhetoric Bai Shu had just given, "I came at 11:30, the purpose is to get the disk ,Right."

Bai Shu nodded sincerely.

The Mumu Police Department let him go neatly, and turned to the last talking young man, "What's the matter with you?"

"Well... I'm actually a model." Bai Cang explained while handing Mu Mu a business card:
"Recently, the magazine opened a new column of 'The Unexpected Side of Models'. I remembered that I once dressed up as a woman in an event in college. Mr. Hirota took a photo with me at that time, so I wanted to ask him Borrow the disk with that photo on it."

The police officer from the forensics department heard it and interjected, "There were no floppy disks in the room, not even a single one... but none of the valuables were lost."

"The murderer's goal is the magnetic disk..." Bai Shu looked at Bai Cang and said suddenly, "So you actually killed the person, right?"

Conan's ears moved, and he turned his head to look over, and the Mumu Police Department also looked at Bai Cang after a moment of surprise.

Bai Cang's expression was blank, as if he had been hit head-on by something. There was a buzzing sound in his ears, and he froze for two seconds before recovering with difficulty, and roared, "Nonsense, it's none of my business!"

"Of course it's none of your business. Didn't you come to pick up the floppy disk?" Bai Shu leaned beside him, feeling very unreasonable.

The corners of Bai Cang's mouth twitched, his face turned purple with anger, "Didn't you also come to get the magnetic disk! Don't think I didn't hear it just now!"

"Calm down first." Seeing that Bai Cang was about to roll up his sleeves and rush forward, the Mumu Police Department rushed to the middle of the two to separate them.

Then he looked at Bai Shu again, "Do you have any basis for saying that he is the murderer?"

"Basically... Leave a message to your boss and teacher. Generally, two or three calls is the limit. How can anyone use a bunch of repetitive and meaningless voices to make nearly 10 consecutive calls?"

Bai Shu said and looked at his watch.This case happened very late, almost twelve o'clock, long before the time for vulnerable children and healthy adults to lie down and go to sleep.

In addition, the soul sitting on his shoulder was so depressed, he kept sighing at a frequency of 2s/time, which was close to breathing, and sighed in different tones according to his mood... Bai Shu was forced to listen for half an hour, I just feel that I have been strongly spiritually polluted.

"..." Hearing his "evidence", the Mumu Police Department was speechless for a while, and unconsciously began to look at him with the expression of Kogoro Mouri who was awake, "This can't be used as evidence, although it's not common, but it does exist. Such a big-hearted person..."

"Exactly!" Bai Cang echoed loudly.

"There are indeed a few loopholes in the reasoning process, but please listen to me first."

Bai Shu sighed as he spoke, and after sighing, he suddenly came to his senses. After being speechless for a while, Bai Shu pointed to the phone on the ground, and at the same time, using this movement, invited the old man on his shoulder to sit on the table.

"Although it is not obvious, when playing the message, you can hear some subtle noises and stuttering, and the number of messages in Bai Cang is very deliberate, so we reasonably assume that he moved something on the tape. hands and feet."

Bai Cang's hand trembled, and he clenched into a fist suddenly. He racked his brains to think about how to refute, but he really couldn't think of how to prevent the police from checking the tape that clearly had problems.

(End of this chapter)