Kexue Magician

Chapter 179
"56 years old, Keitaro Izumo of Koya City, Tokyo, cause of death is gunshot..."

Detective Tamura said based on eyewitness testimony.

The Hokkaido prefectural police Nishimura police department with fair skin and a thin beard on his chin nodded slightly and asked, "Where did the murderer go?"

A male passenger in the lounge pointed to the direction of suite B4, saying that the murderer fled there.

Mori Kogoro put his hands in his trouser pockets and said, "He ran past the door of my suite, broke the window of his own suite with a pistol, and jumped out of the window to escape. That's probably how it happened."

"You are Mr. Mori Kogoro, the famous detective, right?" Officer Nishimura looked at Mori Kogoro twice, and his brows twitched.

"Ah! You are the famous detective who is said to be cursed, no matter where you go, there will be murders..."

Detective Tamura suddenly realized, and the look in Kogoro Mori's eyes became strange for no reason.

As a policeman, Detective Tamura also believes in science, but Mori Kogoro is often active in Tokyo, and the rumors spread to Hokkaido are really not credible, but after seeing it with his own eyes today, he can't help being dubious.

Hearing this, the other passengers in the lounge took a step back quietly.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"There is no such thing at all!"

"Officer, who passed this on? I want to sue him for infringing the reputation of my detective Mori Kogoro!"

If I don't firmly deny it, I think I will really criticize the murdered Mori Kogoro indignantly, staring at Detective Tamura, asking for an explanation, otherwise it will be taken as a fabrication by Detective Tamura.

"Uh, this is from inside your Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and it's none of my business."

Detective Tamura, who was glanced at by the superior Nishimura Police Department, immediately denied it, saying that he was also hearsay.

Metropolitan Police Department?Who could it be?
It can't be passed by police officer Megure, right?

Mori Kogoro rubbed his chin, his brows sometimes raised and sometimes furrowed, thinking hard, and finally he clapped his hands together and said to himself: "Could it be that it was passed down by Shintaro Chagi, the manager of the second search section? Laughed at him..."

The source of the rumors is likely to be Police Officer Megure...

However, the initiator of the murder was Conan, the pupil of the god of death.

Feng Chu glanced at Conan next to Mori Kogoro's legs, and Conan immediately showed an innocent and puzzled expression.

"Then next to him should be Mr. Fengchu, a famous detective, right?" Xicun Police Department said with great interest.

"Thanks to the media and everyone's love, I haven't solved many cases recently, and I haven't been in the news very much. I didn't expect that the police officers in Hokkaido still remember me."

Feng Chu nodded slightly, smiled and said.

"Computer homicide is a relatively rare high-tech crime." Police officer Nishimura explained.

"Ah, so you are the golf king, the strongest levitation magician in Japan, and the famous detective who is the killer of monsters. I admire you so much!" Detective Tamura said in surprise, with a look of admiration flashing across his face.

Feng Chu raised his eyebrows slightly and coughed twice.

You kid is very gossip!The Nishimura Police Department stared straight at Detective Tamura.

"I'm sorry, officer, I was too excited at the moment." Detective Tamura touched his head in embarrassment.

The Nishimura police department twitched their mouths, looked at Kogoro Mori and asked, "Mr. Mori, did you see the murderer jump out of the window with your own eyes?"

"This is not."

Mori Kogoro recalled the scene at that time. The murderer shot at him. He quickly lowered his head and put his hands in front of his head. When the gunfire stopped and looked up again, the door of the suite was just closed. glass windows.

Later, at the request of the Nishimura Police Department, Mori Kogoro reenacted the murderer's actions in the aisle.

The West Village Police Department took the pistol handed over by the police officer of the Appraisal Section, opened the magazine, and said solemnly: "The murderer is probably still in the car."

"There are still five bullets in the pistol magazine used by the murderer. If the murderer really jumped out of the window, there is no need to leave the pistol in the room."

"Although there is no ban on guns in our country, gun control is very strict."

"The vast majority of people own shotguns and air guns, the length of which is basically more than [-] centimeters, which is very inconvenient to carry and use. However, if you want to legally own a pistol, you have to take a written test, a live ammunition test, a mental health check, a social relationship investigation and anesthesia. Checking will stump countless people."

"It can be seen that it is difficult for ordinary people to get a pistol, let alone throw it away casually."

"So, I suspect that the murderer is still here, and discarding the pistol is just to avoid body search and ballistic testing to confirm the fact of his killing."

Nishimura police department narrowed their eyes slightly and reasoned.

Hey, Police Officer Nishimura from Hokkaido has two brushes, much better than Officer Megure!

However, this incident is too similar to that fantasy novel that Dad wrote before but was not published. What is going on?

Conan glanced at the Nishimura police department, then frowned.

The West Village Police Department continued: "At that time, the lights in the aisle were dimmed, and you subconsciously lowered your heads to hide your guns. No wonder you couldn't see where the murderer fled."

"Uh, uh...the officer has a point."

Mori Kogoro sneered with a few drops of sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Officer, shall we check all the suites? Or start from the next door?" Detective Tamura suggested.

Afterwards, Tamura Criminal Police, who was approved by the Nishimura Police Department, began to knock on the door to check.

"Mrs. Izumo, this shotgun?"

The Nishimura Police Department, who probably checked the suites of Fengchu and Mori Kogoro, came to the suite of Izumo Azusa, the wife of the deceased Keitarou Izumo. He opened the long box next to the bed and sniffed the muzzle of the gun, but there was no smell of gunpowder.

"It's my gun. This time I was going to shoot clay in Hokkaido." Izumi's eyes were red.

The West Village Police Department nodded. It was obvious that there were no Tibetans in this room at a glance, and then they walked out of the room to check the next suite.

The next two rooms are empty of Tibetans.

When it was his turn to check the suite where Kudo Yukiko was staying.

A certain male passenger suddenly pointed at Yukiko Kudo and said in surprise, "It's her! Officer, this woman was wandering around the lounge at that time, very suspicious!"

In order for the police to find the murderer faster, another female passenger also identified Yukiko Kudo. After all, if the murderer is still in the train, who knows which lucky passenger she or he will kill next.

Yukiko Kudo, wearing sunglasses, said calmly: "I don't like the smell of cigars very much. I just wander around to see when Keitaro Izumo will leave, so I can go inside to see the night view."

Officer Nishimura looked at Yukiko Kudo for a few times, then scanned the room, and asked, "You only have one handbag?"

"Yes, I just want to go horseback riding in Hokkaido." Kudo Yukiko replied.

"Auntie, did you handle those bolos yourself?" Conan suddenly asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)