2697【Do you also want to work overtime?】Please give me a monthly ticket
Amuro Toru looked at the photo and his pupils narrowed slightly: This, this really fits the portrait of Uzo he occasionally sketches in his mind. Could it be...
He seemed to have some realization, and raised his head again. Under Jiang Xia's pleased eyes, he frowned and looked at the photos left by the magician's apprentice on the wall inch by inch.
Next to me, Mrs. Ninety-Nine didn’t have so much thoughts.
When Jiang Xia asked, she explained: "This is magic No. 18 created by my husband - those thin wires are connected to the ring. They look obvious in the photo, but they are actually invisible on stage. Pass
Its control can make the props on the stage move as if they are alive.
"So, my husband did wear this special ring on his hand on the day he died. I think he was practicing this kind of manipulation magic at that time, but..." Mrs. Ninety-nine thought about it carefully again, and gradually wrinkled.
He frowned, "But when the body was found, his ring didn't seem to have these thin lines on it."
Jiang Xia nodded without surprise: "In this case, the conclusion is obvious - your husband's death was not suicide, but homicide."
"Huh?" Things were developing in the direction she suspected, but Mrs. Jiujiu was a little hesitant, "Why do you say that?"
Toru Amuro looked away from the many photos and sighed: "Don't you understand yet? It's not that there are no traces of binding on your husband's body, but there are such traces, but they have been ignored by you.
"If the corpse was wearing a ring on his hand, then as long as the ring is tied with a thin wire, his hand can also be tied to prevent him from moving.
"In other words, on the day of the crime, the murderer first came to the basement, tied up the deceased, fed him a poisonous capsule, and then left home and went to the hotel venue with you.
"Your husband is relatively obese, and the handle of the basement door is a bit high. When he is firmly tied behind his back, it is difficult for him to touch the smooth round handle, unlock the door and leave the room.
"In addition, there is no signal in the basement, so he cannot use his mobile phone to call for help. Even if he opens his mouth to shout, it will not be heard by the outside world because of the excellent sound insulation here. He is just trapped in this room.
"At the subsequent magic show, the murderer obtained a perfect alibi. At the same time, the deceased had no choice but to 'commit suicide by taking poison' because the capsule melted.
"Next, the murderer only needs to rush to the basement before others, cut and remove the thin wire tied to the ring, and then the traces will be eliminated and the place will become a 'suicide scene.'"
The more Mrs. Ninety-nine listened, the paler her face became.
——There are no signs of intrusion by outsiders in the house, and the doors and windows are locked, which means...the murderer who brutally killed her husband was among the few people she got along with day and night!
"But..." Thinking of those three students who were either honest, considerate, or admired her husband, Mrs. Ninety-nine couldn't believe it for a moment.
For her to accept such a result, it would be better for her to accept that her husband committed suicide: "But although there is no mobile phone signal in the basement, there is a landline with a one-touch dialing function - if it was really poisoned, why did my husband
Why don't you use it to call for help while the murderer is gone? Unlike a mobile phone, a landline phone does not require such precise operation. You only need to push the receiver away with your mouth and press a button to speak directly to the person on the other side."
Conan stood on tiptoe and suddenly made a discovery. He grabbed the edge of the desk and asked strangely: "Why are there so many poker cards covered on this landline? The landline was almost buried. This is what it looked like when the body was found.
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"Yes." Mrs. Ninety-nine's daughter is about the same age as Conan. When she heard the children's questions, she instinctively wanted to answer them. "Maybe the murderer hid the phone with playing cards in order to prevent my husband from calling for help?"
Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that this speculation seemed a bit outrageous, so she changed her words in confusion: "But my husband is very familiar with this place, and this pile of playing cards will not affect him at all in finding a landline..."
At this time, Jiang Xia suddenly opened the poker cover on the phone, picked up the two poker cards stuck together in his hand, and gently placed them on the phone.
Toru Amuro noticed his movement, glanced down, and paused: "These two poker cards stuck together with their backs facing... are exactly the same as the redial button on the landline."
Jiang Xia looked at Mrs. Ninety-nine: "It seems that this is not an item left by the murderer, but a death message that your husband made with great difficulty."
With that said, he casually pressed replay on the landline phone.
Mrs. Ninety-nine was startled: "Ah, by the way, this series of replay numbers is actually..."
Before he finished speaking, a string of electronic tones came from the landline: "Hello, the phone number you dialed is unavailable, please check before calling again."
Mrs. Ninety-nine: "Actually, during the police investigation, they also checked the landline phone and pressed the redial button during the process. But that string of numbers was not the number of any phone or mobile phone at all. It was obviously a string of garbled characters.
"Later we thought about it and thought that it should be the numbers that my daughter pressed randomly when she was playing. She liked this room very much and would sneak in to play occasionally. And this phone was not used often, so it was redialed all the time.
It remains until now.”
Jiang Xia nodded and looked down at the number displayed on the screen.
This is indeed a string of garbled text, and it is very long——[126871*32489*13548*1397]
"Let me see." Conan jumped up on the table with great effort, intending to copy down this long list of clues, but after just a few strokes, he found that his pen was out of ink.
Conan couldn't write after shaking it several times, so he had to ask: "Do you have a pen?"
After hearing this, Mrs. Ninety-nine walked to the desk and opened the drawer: "There is... hmm? Strange, why is it missing? I remember that my husband always likes to put pens and notebooks here."
Amuro Toru thought thoughtfully: "There was a long period of time from the time your husband was poisoned to the time when he was completely poisoned. The murderer probably wanted to prevent your husband from leaving too clear clues during this period, so he put the poison in advance
All the pens have been taken away... It seems that this murderer is very thoughtful." - Unlike the poor rookie who didn't even wipe away the blood after smashing a vase to someone last night.
Jiang Xia seemed to agree with his conclusion: "Speaking of meticulousness, after the murderer poisoned him, he should have unplugged the phone line - so the deceased could not call others for help. He could only try to use the numbers on the landline.
Convey the message he wants to convey tactfully."
Mrs. Jiujiu was stunned: "But when we rushed to the scene, the phone line was intact."
Jiang Xia shook his head: "When the body was found, there must have been chaos here. In that environment, as long as you are quick enough, it is not difficult to plug in the phone line during the chaos - it is very difficult for ordinary people to do
, but don’t forget that the suspects in this case are three outstanding magicians who have been approved by your husband."
