Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 193 Delay to Solve the Case
Mumu Police Department didn't really believe in this kind of guessing reasoning at first, but when he looked back at Bai Cang's appearance, he was speechless immediately.

...Could it be true that he was blinded by Bai Shu?
The Mumu Police Department commanded his subordinates not fluently, "Go and record the message first, and then take a look at the tape."

"By the way, there's also..." just as Bai Shu opened his mouth, Bai Cang glared at him, with an expression of wanting to cover his mouth and pull out his tongue and fry it to feed the cat.

Bai Shu completely ignored his harmless mental attack, and continued to "reason":
"On such a cold day, Mr. Bai Cang's clothes are so cool, which makes people unconsciously think of many things—for example, you actually came here wearing a coat, but because the clothes were stained with blood, you had to take them off first. get up or something..."

"...", Bai Cang was speechless, only the shock and swearing in his heart.

After getting used to Baishu's reasoning method, Mumu Police Department actually listened more and more pleasingly to his ears, and couldn't help asking, "Where is that dress hidden?"

"I don't know, the blood-stained coat is just a speculation." Bai Shu looked out the window, "However, if he came by car, then the car must be the first place for him to put his things."

……

As a result of the inspection, a large number of Bai Cang's fingerprints were found on the tape in the phone.

In addition, the police also found a blood-stained windbreaker and a large package of magnetic disks from the car parked a few streets away from Baicang.

Professor Hirota likes to fill all kinds of information into the magnetic disk, but he does not label it, so Bai Cang doesn't know where his black history is hidden, so he can only take it all away.

This also makes the evidence very easy to search-although the blood stains on the clothes have not been further tested, the results are already obvious.

Looking at the pile of evidence, Bai Cang stopped making meaningless resistance and bowed his head to plead guilty.

A murder case in a secret room ended like this before everyone understood the cause of the secret room.

In the end, like every debunked suspect, Bai Cang expressed his motive for killing angrily and aggrieved:
"It's about the photo I was talking about - what he sent me was not a dress photo at all, but a... an untouched photo of me, and a short letter saying 'no What better way to show who you really are than this'."

Just listening to his gnashing of teeth tone, I am afraid that Professor Hirota is his father-killing enemy.

In reality, however, the cause of the tragedy was nothing more than a photo.

The onlookers expressed their incomprehension: "Just because someone sent you an ugly photo without makeup, you are going to kill someone?"

"It's not a photo without makeup, it's..." Bai Cang lowered his head, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became like a mosquito humming, "It's a photo of me before plastic surgery."

"..."

It doesn't make any difference, "Just because someone sent you a photo of you before plastic surgery, are you going to kill someone?"

"What do you mean by 'just because'! You don't understand my despair at the time! When I came to him, he said that he forgot where he put the women's clothing photo, only the photo before the plastic surgery, and asked in a weird way Me, do you want to send that photo to the magazine directly for me! He just wanted to ruin my career! I was in a hurry..."

As Bai Cang said, he buried his face in his hands, acting like I'm weak, you ignorant laymen, don't touch me.

"..." Even though Hirota had shrunk to three heads, it was still possible to see that he was confused. The old man rubbed the back of his head with a puzzled expression on his face:

"How did it turn out that I wanted to ruin his career? Is there anything wrong with what I said? That photo looks much better than his women's clothing and is more energetic. Alas, young people nowadays..."

Bai Shu touched the head of this little old man who died of a generation gap, and sent him into the teleportation array.

The murder was exposed, and Bai Cang's modeling career obviously couldn't go on.

At this moment, he didn't care about any plastic surgery or not, and squatted on the ground dejectedly, entering a subtle state of nothingness.

The Mumu Police Department held back, but still couldn't hold back, and asked him, "This secret room...what's going on."

Bai Cang glanced at him sluggishly, then raised his hand listlessly and pointed to the ground, "Just use that..."

crunch--

The door was pulled open suddenly, and Conan ran away without looking back.

Hui Yuanai was originally sitting by the side watching the case, but at this moment she was taken aback by Conan's movement. She jumped off the chair vigilantly and looked out the window, "Are they here?"

"No, if Conan finds them, he will tell us first, instead of rushing out like this." Bai Shu was sure that there was no such troublesome duo around.

"Really." Hui Yuan Ai was still worried, and started pacing up and down the room. Seeing that she was not in the mood to continue sitting, Bai Shu collapsed on the chair without wasting any time, stretched his waist, and shared with her Conan's mental journey:
"Probably because he is very interested in this secret room puzzle, and he is not willing to hear Bai Cang announce the answer at this time."

"..." Hui Yuanai twitched the corners of her eyes imperceptibly twice. She raised her hand and pressed her forehead, sighing inwardly: These two detectives seem to be more unreliable than the other. organization?
...I'm in such a difficult situation.

……

"I'll say it first, and then tell me if you're right."

On the way home, Conan held on to the backs of the driver's seat and the co-pilot's seat, relying on his love for reasoning to suppress the screams of the vestibular system.

Bai Shu felt that as the protagonist of the detective world, this kid was too dedicated to his work, but...

"Pay attention to driving safety, you blocked me from looking in the rearview mirror."

"...as if you've looked in the rearview mirror!"

Even so, Conan let go of the back of the chair, leaned back on the seat, handed his body to the seat belt that was about to choke him, and then took out a tape from his pocket.

Hui Yuanai was stunned, and let go of the hand that pressed his mouth a little, "You stole the evidence back."

"How could I do that kind of thing." Conan gave her a blank look, "It's not the tape on the phone, I borrowed it from Mrs. Hirota just now, and she said that I can't use it anymore... Anyway, the source of the tape is not the point."

As Conan said, he picked at the empty circle of the tape, pulled out the tape for a long time, and started his late reasoning:

"First, pull out a length of tape, then put the tape back into the phone, keeping the tape exposed, of course."

"Then pull the exposed tape straight to the outside of the door, and then return to the phone to form an unclosed loop. The key must be worn on the tape and left outside the door." Conan wore the tape from under his leg In the past, pretend it was a crack in the door:
"Arrange three chess pieces of the same height in a triangle, turn them upside down to support the open notebook, and use the front end of the strap to catch the piece closest to the phone..."

Conan looked at Haibara Ai, his own hands were busy, and he wanted the neighbor to donate a few fingers as pawns.

However, before he could speak, Hui Yuanai, who had sensed his intention, politely refused, "You can dictate, I can understand."

(End of this chapter)