Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 211

Conan felt a chill in his heart. Ever since he heard the scream, he knew that Koyamauchi Nana was probably hopeless.To make matters worse, Xiaolan, who heard something wrong beside her, also suddenly started screaming.

The door panel passed the murderer sideways, and walked into the hall, "What's wrong?"

The familiar voice made Xiaolan calm down a little. She took out her mobile phone and wanted to press 110, but when she saw the "No Signal" sign in the corner, she stopped her hand.

Under the faint light brought by the screen, she quickly ran towards the door panel, not daring to look at Koyama Nana, and reported tremblingly while running, "Miss Nana seems to have been attacked!"

The door panel hadn't decided what expression to show when it heard footsteps coming from the corridor.

It was Mori Kogoro who came running with his miniature flashlight, and he opened the door and shouted, "What happened?"

While asking for the exit, he had already seen the situation by himself. The flashlight that could be hung on the key was not very bright, but it was still enough to make people vaguely see that someone had fallen on the floor.

Mori Kogoro clicked his tongue angrily, but he knew exactly what to do now, turned around and ran back, "I'm going to find the switch! You stay where you are and don't move!"

When the other people who heard the sound heard this, they also followed him to find the power distribution room. After a period of chaos, the lights were finally turned on again, and everyone gathered in the hall again.

——Koyama Uchi Nana fell two or three meters away from the luxurious dining table. She lay prone on the ground with a knife stuck deep in her vest. Blood flowed out from the joint between the knife and the flesh, soaking the bricks. seam.

Like the people who were attacked before, a "7 of Spades" fell next to her body.

Police Department Mu Mu put on the gloves and turned it over to take a look. As expected, the back was indeed the familiar black and red checkered pattern, which was the same as the previous card.

The door panel squatted on the other side, watching Nana Koyama's soul emerge from her back.

This soul has not yet recovered from the horror of being killed suddenly, trembling like a pudding dumpling that was mistakenly put on the washing machine.After shivering and curling up for a few seconds, if she felt something, she turned her head hesitantly and looked in the direction of the door panel.

Originally, I wanted to complain to this person with the aura of death, but after I found the target, I saw the other party's Adam's apple rolling, showing eager eyes that couldn't be suppressed, looking at her, she looked like someone who had been hungry for three days on the street People stare at restaurant windows.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Nana Koyama ran away, "Help!!!"

"...What are you doing! I haven't done anything yet, have I?!", just as the door panel took out the drink, before he could take a sip of the scent, the soul that was used to eat the meal ran away.

He was suddenly more aggrieved than Nana Koyamauchi—if he couldn't eat it, he could endure it, and he couldn't even smell it, it was too much!
In front of the hill, Nanai has already scrambled and scrambled for several meters.

Perhaps sensing her strong desire to escape, the ground in front of the soul suddenly sank, and a black hole the size of a basketball spread out in the blink of an eye.

Then, a cluster of tentacles gushed out like waves.

Soul's feet froze slightly, hesitated for a moment, and looked back.

After seeing the longing eyes on the door panel, it took a deep breath, and jumped into the tentacles without hesitation in a standard diving posture.Huang Quan was also unequivocal, not as agile as it was, he burrowed back into the hollow with his soul swishing, and the ground quickly returned to its original state.

"...", the door panel was stunned, and the drink in his hand lost its taste, "As for?"

"Why not? What are you muttering here alone?" Someone approached, and Conan followed the door panel's line of sight to the empty floor, "What's on the ground?"

The door panel was looking at the soul, but when the soul left, he didn't look at anything.Hearing Conan's question at this time, he subconsciously scanned around, and actually found something.

He got up and took two steps, reaching out to pick up a strangely shaped slice behind the leg of the chair, but before he could touch it, he was pulled by his arm.

Conan moved very nimbly, and picked up the flake first through the handkerchief, "It's ok, just find the thing! You sit over there to sober up, and I'll come to you if I need something!"

... One or two people used it as a tool, and the door panel gave a sound in his heart, pulled a chair nearby, and sat down angrily.

Conan took the sheet and left.

This thing looks like a piece of nail, and the color is exactly the same as Koyama Nanai's other nails, but the strange thing is that there is no sticking flesh and blood on it.

Fortunately, there was a young girl next to her. In the end, with the help of Xiaolan's knowledge, a group of people finally figured it out.

——This thing is a recently popular fake nail. Compared with Nana Koyama's corpse, it can be seen that it fell from the middle finger of his right hand.

When a group of people were studying nails, Conan discovered a new problem.

He stared at the strange marks on Koyama Nana's shoulders for a while, and gently pulled down the shoulder straps of her loose blouse.

A deep handprint was then revealed in front of Conan's eyes, and the mark landed on her left shoulder. It seemed that she was first grabbed from the back with force, and then assassinated.

He raised his hand and compared it upwards, and came to a conclusion: "It's the fingerprint of the left hand. This hand is used to catch people. The one holding the knife should be the right hand, which means that the murderer is right-handed... Wait, right-handed." Handy?"

Halfway through the divergence of thinking, Conan suddenly realized a problem.

He started pacing back and forth, talking to himself, trying to wake up his memory, "The Megure Police Department showed the photo of Murakami Takeshi before, and when he dealt cards in the casino, he used..."

"Left hand." The door panel rested on the back of the chair, feeling that he had a special right to speak here, and he boasted as he finished his answer, "I have a particularly good memory!"

"Well, I know..." Conan looked at him with twitching eyes.

After being drunk, this person's personality has changed a lot, but fortunately, he is still as sharp as usual and very easy to use.

When the door panel mentioned it, he also remembered that in that photo, Murakami was indeed dealing cards with his left hand, which should be his dominant hand.

Once this conclusion is drawn, many things that happened before cannot stand.Conan pondered, a drop of sweat unconsciously slipped from the corner of his forehead, "That is to say... the murderer is probably not Jo Murakami?!"

"Indeed." The door panel reasoned blindly, "It seems that the real culprit is probably among us!"

Speaking of this, Conan saw the overturned cans near the gate, and suddenly understood how to lock the murderer:
Before the electric switch was turned off, he once wanted to sneak away and find the exit with the adults. At that time, he couldn't reach it because the cabinet was too high, so he put the juice he hadn't finished drinking on the ground.

Before Nana Koyama was assassinated, he seemed to have heard the sound of a drink being kicked over. In this case, the murderer's trouser legs were probably stained with drink!

The door panel watched as Conan rushed out, ran around under the feet of the adults, and after about ten seconds, he saw the little detective parked quietly behind a person.

Looking at the murderer, the door panel was slightly startled, and he suddenly thought of one thing: If he didn't intervene, judging from the little script in the murderer's mind, an explosion would happen in the submarine restaurant soon.

These people who are still alive are not on the death list. Stopping this explosion is the most effective once and for all, but... Thinking about the butterfly effect that Bai Shu always talks about, and the fines that come with it, the door panel is a bit cowardly .

In the end, he had a flash of inspiration: for this kind of thing, just ask the higher-ups, so that no matter what, you don't have to take the blame yourself.

"Boss! Hey, hey, hey?!", the door panel began to call in his mind.

(End of this chapter)