I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

Seeing that the playboy was about to collapse after being tortured by the police officers, Serabel interrupted again.

"It's really unlikely that it was him. From the time he entered the bathroom to the moment he screamed, it took less than two seconds. I don't think anyone could have choked an adult woman to death, stabbed her, and robbed her of her money in such a short period of time." He perfectly disguised himself as an unrelated person and carried out a series of operations.”

"It's true..."

Police Department Megu touched his chin and suddenly realized that what he said just now was stupid. He couldn't help but laugh out loud and rub the back of his head.

"Hey, I was just joking, hahaha, hahahaha..."

You better be really kidding.

The trainee investigator said silently.

Now that most of the first suspect has been eliminated, Megure moves on to the next victim...oh no, it's a criminal suspect.

It’s the guy with a stubbled face who looks like a 27-year-old programmer studying for his dissertation.

"You! What kind of work are you doing again!"

"I, I came here to work on my thesis today, because the deadline for my graduation thesis was coming soon, and the dormitory was very noisy with my roommates playing games, so I just came out to write." The vicissitudes of life scholar said, scratching his head.

It's also a reasonable explanation.

In fact, there are quite a few people working or writing papers in coffee shops now, and it can be considered a quite common phenomenon.

After all, compared with dormitories and rental houses, the environment of coffee shops is often much better, and you can sit with a cup of coffee all afternoon, enjoy the quietness and air conditioning, and the price/performance ratio is excellent.

Oh, except for the big complaint about ordering Americano coffee at Xingguoguo. That one is really terrible and expensive, and there is no value for money at all.

Then finally there was a tall and thick man in a turban. He raised his right hand with the middle finger still wrapped in a bandage and said with a smile: "I am an old friend with the owner of this cafe. I came to chat with him today. Regarding this, you guys Just ask the boss and you will know..."

The interrogation of the suspect's purpose was still in progress. At the same time, Serabel, who was looking around in boredom, accidentally caught a glimpse of a primary school student with glasses staring at the palm of his hand without saying a word, with a very serious face.

Is this about condensing a vitality bomb?

Serabel leaned over and tilted her head to take a look, and suddenly couldn't help but let out an ooh.

It was the mark left after a small puddle of blood dried.

"Are you injured? Or where did you touch it?"

"No, this should be..."

Conan looked up at the upper edge of the door frame of the compartment where the deceased's body was previously found.

"Brother Bell, could you please go to the door frame and take a look?"

"On the door frame? Wasn't it already——"

Seemingly realizing something, Serabel's voice stopped abruptly.

The next second, under the depressing gazes cast by everyone in the bathroom, he once again hooked the upper edge of the door frame with one hand, gently pulled his whole body up, and followed him up. The movement was light and silent, and it was quite comfortable. Beauty.

"How is it? Is there any?" Conan raised his head and asked.

"To be honest, it does exist." Serabel's calm voice fell from above.

The specific location was less than half a meter to the right of the upper edge of the doorframe where his hand was hooked. Bloodstains with the same shape as the mark on Conan's palm were stained on the white-painted steel frame, which was unusually conspicuous.

As for why I haven't seen it before, it's probably because I focused on the bottom of the compartment when I probed my head, and when I retracted my head, that area was already held down by a small, unclean hand, so I didn't see it either.

"Is there...is there something?"

The Mumu Police Department looked confused as they listened to the two men playing riddles.

Mainly because he didn't hear what the Forensic Department said there was something on it?

Serabel did not answer immediately, but jumped back and landed lightly, dusted off the dust and clapped her hands.

"A bit of belated surprise. By the way, I already know the criminal's modus operandi. If you cooperate, I am sure to find the murderer within 10 minutes."

"Really, really?!"

The Mumu Police Department was stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up with joy.

As the old saying goes, it doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat, and this sentence is equally applicable here.

It doesn't matter whether you are a Japanese detective or a British detective, as long as you solve the case, you are a good detective.

What's more, it's almost noon now, and these police officers were called out by an alarm call before they had time to eat. They are still hungry. If they can quickly gather the team and return to the Metropolitan Police Department, it might still be in time. Catch lunch in the cafeteria.

"What do you mean, accept my offer?"

Serabel looked around the entire bathroom.

Half a minute later, as the bathroom door was shut tightly, only two men were left in the not-so-large space.

Sera Bell, and a certain long-haired playboy who was unlucky enough to be the first one chosen to stay as a guinea pig.

Conan originally wanted to stay, but he was dragged out with a gentle tug by a certain concubine and barrister, obediently like a cat whose destiny was pinched by the scruff of the neck.

Both you look at me, I look at you.

The trainee investigator put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall, tapping the toes of his toes vertically downwards on the ground urgently.

"What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes quickly. There are several people queuing up behind you."

"……What?"?

Chapter 10 You can insult my reasoning ability, but you cannot insult my common sense

2 minutes later, the bathroom door opened again.

The playboy who had been left alone inside by Sera Bell as the first prize winner came out with a strange look on his face and a sad face.

How should I put it, it's not the kind of limp after being poked, it's not that exaggerated.

What he really wanted to say was more like escaping in his pants. In order to force himself to be calm and not let others see it, he tried his best to appear relaxed and natural, but it had the opposite effect.

The whole person was stiff.

Especially the face that was as gray as a defeated dog, as if the man's glory had been completely destroyed.

You know, it only lasted 2 minutes. What happened inside?

The Mumu Police Department was also startled by his appearance and hurried forward to ask.

"Well, are you alright?"

"No, it's okay...I'm fine..."

As if there was something unspeakable, the playboy looked away.

He subconsciously touched his body back and forth with his hands to make sure there was nothing that had not been sorted out before turning to the stubble-faced thesis student.

"Okay, it's your turn next, go in."

"Oh oh..."

So the scholar went in.

The scholar came out.

The same complexion was as gloomy as a defeated dog, adding a bit of sadness to the already vicissitudes of life.

He poked the bathroom door behind him with his thumb without looking back at the burly man in the turban.

"It's your turn, go in."

"Stop, stop, stop...I said wait a minute!"

Seeing the first two people go in and wait until they came out, they were completely withered as if they were called weak by a dog head. The strong man in the turban also started to panic a little. He stretched out his big hands with thick knuckles to hold the scholar on the left and right. and the playboy's shoulders, with a nervous look on his face.

"Tell me a little bit about the two of you who went in. What did he ask me to do after you went in? Why did you look like this when you came out?"

"Huh?"*2

After the words fell, the two loser-like faces turned around from left to right and from right to left. They looked at each other and then spoke to the strong man in the turban in unison.

"It's nothing, just like a physical examination in the hospital."

"You'll know when you go there. It's the same for everyone."

"...You guys say that and it makes me even more uneasy!"

The strong man in a turban is sweating profusely.

But there was no way, what was supposed to come would always come, so he went in.

The door opened and closed, and in the bathroom, Serabel was still leaning against the wall as before. When the strong man came in, he didn't even bother to move his body, and the simplest monosyllables burst out from his lips and teeth with ease.

"Take off."

"..."

Sure enough, it was a physical examination process.

Thinking that everyone else was doing this, there was no need for him to do anything special, so the strong man took off his body in just three strokes, leaving only a pair of boxers, revealing his fleshy body. He crossed his hands and fingers behind his head and asked. Stand on tiptoes and try to squat down.

"What should I say? Do you want to maintain this position for the next 20 seconds or half a minute?"

"Need not."

After searching all the pockets of the brawny man's coat to confirm that no suspicious items were found, Serabel casually placed it in a clean place beside the pool. He glanced up at the former and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Why are you still wearing shorts?"

"Ah, do you want to take off your shorts too?"

Hearing that even the last fig leaf had to be removed, even a tall and sturdy man couldn't help but blush, and even the hands behind his head relaxed.

Although people should show more of their strengths, it shouldn't be just in this area.

"This is a necessary examination, and you..." Serabel paused, tilting her head slightly and looking at the strong man's bandaged fingers, "What's wrong with your fingers?"

"This, this was accidentally bent when I was playing baseball last week, hahaha, but it's not a big deal." The strong man scratched his head and smiled heartily.

"fracture?"

"It's not that serious, it's just a twist."

"The swelling should be almost gone within a week, right?"

"Yes, yes, although it still hurts a little, I can now carry things around a little in the past two days, so my daily life is not a serious problem."

"Then take it off."

Serabel said calmly while checking the pocket of the trousers that the strong man had taken off.

But this time, no response came after a while.

?

The trainee investigator turned his face slightly and cast a questioning look, and saw that the strong man who was talking endlessly a few seconds ago froze in place as if Kamen Rider Kronos had pressed the pause button, with his open mouth His mouth stopped talking, and his jaw opened and closed slightly.

"what happened?"

"Uh... um, there's no need for this. You see, your clothes and pants have been checked. You want me to take off your shorts later, but this bandage is wrapped around my injured finger. No matter what you think about it, It's impossible to hide the murder weapon in here!" The strong man was inexplicably flustered, but he still argued with reason.

"This is a necessary check."

Serabel's light words blocked all the other party's excuses.

The strong man fell into silence and stood silently.

Serabel continued: "I'm just a trainee detective. I don't know much about deduction, induction, and analogy, but this is the simplest logical problem. The deceased died in the bathroom stall, and the stall window was open. , but according to the in-store surveillance, no one came out after entering the restroom, which means that the murderer will only be among the four of you who followed the deceased into the restroom."

"Secondly, the position of the deceased when he was found was with his back against the compartment door, without any gap in the middle, and the compartment door opened inward, which means that the deceased had not been moved since he fell."

"Since the compartment door opens inward, if the murderer wants to get out of the compartment after committing the crime, the only way left is to climb out from the gap between the compartment and the ceiling."

"But this will cause another problem, that is, although the dagger will not bleed too much when it is inserted into the human body, it will splatter a large amount of blood when it is pulled out. In such a small compartment, How did you pull out the dagger in the space without even a trace of blood on your body and the handle of the dagger?"

"There is only one answer, and that is that the corpse was thrown in from the top of the compartment by the murderer with a knife inserted, and the handle of the knife was also wrapped with a rope or the like to block the spraying blood. When the corpse fell, due to inertia and The friction drag pulls the knife out of the body, ultimately creating a death scene where the victim was killed in a cubicle and the killer escaped through the window.”

"As for this, a little blood stain on the beam above the compartment where the crime occurred can prove it."

After saying such a long sentence in one breath, Serabel paused, her eyes fell back on the bandage on the middle finger of the strong man's right hand, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, you can explain all of the above as my unilateral conjecture, but the only thing I can't figure out is, would anyone really use a nearly two-meter-long bandage to wrap just one finger in this world?"

"People say poor bandaging skills are described as mummies or carrots, but you... are already beets, right?"?