Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 218 A Fall from the Sky... &#a%@
This is an old-fashioned building with five floors.The bottom two floors are shops, and the upper three floors are residential.There is also an open-air terrace at the top, surrounded by a circle of half-person-high railings to prevent residents from slipping and falling when they climb up and look into the distance.

At this time, on the railing near the street, a quilt was hanging on it, fluttering in the wind.

This is a very common and very lifelike scene, but there is one thing that is of great concern - under the quilt, there is a large area that is obviously swollen, and it seems to be covered with some kind of long strip.

As for what was covered... there was no need to bother to guess.

Because it was not five seconds before Bai Shu raised his head, a figure slipped out of the quilt without warning and fell suddenly.

Bai Shu stepped back half a step, watching it fall heavily on the hood of the police car parked by the roadside, making a loud and dull sound.

The one who fell down was a middle-aged man, he was fat, his eyes were wide open, his face was full of fear, and he was obviously dead.

But the cause of death didn't seem to be falling to death - the body didn't look fresh, and it was estimated that it had been dead for a while.In addition, one could see a deep strangle mark on his neck, and a dagger pierced through his slightly bulging shirt pocket and plunged deep into his heart.

Falling from a building, suffocation, assassination... Take out any one, it is a factor that can kill.

In addition, there were several loops of rope wrapped around the waist of the corpse, and the end extended several meters long. No matter how you look at it, this person did not die by accident.

When such a big event happened, people in the whole street were alarmed. The crowd either stopped to observe, or poked their heads out of various windows to watch from a distance. The scene was a little chaotic for a while.

Bai Shu's gaze scanned the corpse, but he didn't find what he was looking for, so he looked up at the rooftop again.

His face sank when he saw a translucent object hanging in the air with one hand holding onto the railing, struggling hard.

...I've already died once, and I won't die if I fall again. What's wrong with dying with the corpse!How heartless to just leave his own body behind!

He criticized a few words in his heart, looked away unhappy, and was forced to find the way to the rooftop... This soul is too ignorant.

At this time, several people rushed out of the okonomiyaki shop, and Sakata, who was frightened in the driver's seat of the police car, finally recovered his senses, kicked open the slightly deformed door and rushed out.A group of people surrounded the body on the hood of the car to keep passers-by away.

Three detectives and one policeman quickly entered the investigation mode. Conan glanced at the corpse for a few moments, then suddenly remembered something, and turned around, as if he was looking for something.

When he saw Bai Shu who was walking towards the car half a street away, the corners of his eyes twitched, showing a speechless expression as expected, and asked, "What happened?"

Bai Shu put on an innocent face with a clear conscience, "I don't know, just after I crossed the road, I saw this old man fall from above." He pointed to the rooftop.

"above?"

Conan and Hattori Heiji followed his directions, and when they looked up at the same time, they suddenly found that there was a person beside the roof. The person was holding on to the railing and looking down. His position was slightly backlit, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"How dare you not run away after committing the crime? How dare this bastard defy the Osaka police!"

Furious, Hattori Heiji turned back the brim of his hat, and walked straight to the nearby stairs.Conan also followed closely, running with short legs no slower than Hattori Heiji.

Of course, there is no elevator in this old-fashioned residential building. Baishu raised his head again and looked at the soul above his head that not only climbed back to the railing, but also locked himself tightly on it with all four limbs. He felt that he could not expect it to fall by himself, so he had Sighing, he reluctantly walked up the stairs.

Mori Kogoro and Sakata originally intended to chase after them, but more and more passers-by gathered, they hesitated a little, and decided to stay to maintain order.

……

When Bai Shu came to the rooftop, Conan and Hattori Heiji had already surrounded the "murderer" in front of the railing, unless the "murderer" had the ability to bounce from the roof on one side of the street to the roof on the other side of the street, otherwise he had already There is no escape.

However, this uncle with a U-shaped hairline does not seem to be planning to escape.He just waved his hands vigorously to explain:
"It's really not me! I'm the owner of the tea shop on the second floor of this building. Someone called me just now, saying that there is a strange person on the roof. Let me take a look. I just came up!"

Hearing this, Bai Shu glanced back at the door leading to the rooftop.

The handle of this door is not the closed handle that is commonly used on rooftops, but a handle type—the kind that can open the door by turning it down.

Reminiscent of the long rope attached to the waist of the corpse, and the tea shop owner who was called to "throw the corpse", this little trick is not difficult to see through:
After killing people, hang the body outside the railing with a rope, and tie the other end of the rope to the doorknob.When the corpse needs to fall, just find any unlucky person to come up and twist the doorknob, and the corpse will fall at a fixed time and place, which is very convenient.

Although I don’t know why such a swollen quilt that is still dripping blood has not attracted anyone’s attention after hanging it for a day, and I don’t know how the rusty door and the slender hemp rope can withstand the burly figure of the deceased uncle... …but in theory, the ruse does work.

And in this small world, theoretically feasible things, no matter how bad the probability of success is, as long as certain conditions are met, they can basically be achieved 100%.

After a brief survey of the scene and some interviews, the two young detectives quickly deduced the truth. They finally let the teahouse owner go and returned with him.

When stepping down the last step, Bai Shu's notebook suddenly reacted. He took it out and took a look, and there was a black name on it: Okaki Sumie.

Black represents people who are about to die. Bai Shu has never seen the owner of this name, but she doesn't seem to be difficult to find.

——In the crowd of onlookers, there was a long-haired woman with a terrified expression, her whole body trembling, and she would make strange and meaningless trembling sounds like "ah..." from time to time, no matter how you looked at it, she was out of tune with other passers-by.

A second or two after Bai Shu noticed her, the woman finally recovered from the shock, turned around and fled abruptly, her high heels knocking on the cement road with a series of rapid and crisp sounds.

When you see someone running wildly at the scene of a crime, what is your first reaction?
Ordinary people don't know, but the reactions of the two detectives were surprisingly consistent, and the two figures, one big and one small, chased after him.

However, when Hattori Heiji and Conan finally squeezed out of the crowd, the black long straight woman had already run into a car on the side of the road. This seemed to be an old driver, she slammed the door of the car quickly, and kicked the accelerator without hesitation after starting the fire , the car flew away.

"...What are you running for?" Hattori Heiji looked at the back of the car unwillingly, "There must be something wrong with this person!"

"It's okay, I've written down the license plate number." Conan was not in a hurry, because he had something more interesting at the moment.

"Just now on the rooftop, when you lied to that uncle, you used the word 'murderer'. It sounds a bit like a serial case."

Conan pushed his glasses while speaking, Hattori Heiji stared at the reflection on his glasses, and froze slightly.

Just at this time, Bai Shu made another stab: "Before you said that the case had nothing to do with us, but now, we have been completely involved, and the body almost fell on my head."

"...", that's far from it!Don't think I didn't see you coming across the street!
(End of this chapter)