2908【The little minions are still trying to trick me】
The slender fishing line was difficult to detect in the dark, but fortunately everyone already knew where the end of the line was. Soon, the tail of the line at the other end was found.
"We went down the cliff at the back." The Otaki Police Department's searchlight shone down, then put on gloves and pulled the fishing line upwards.
He felt the sticky touch on his gloves and sighed: "Why is this line covered with mud...ah, it's over!"
With one last tug, he pulled up the tail of the line - a heavy lead weight was tied to the tail of the fishing line.
"That's it!" Otaki Police Department stared at the lead pendant, vaguely feeling that he understood:
"The murderer was very familiar with the movement pattern of the deceased and knew that Mr. Kanazawa would definitely sit in front of the TV at 8pm to watch the program, so he fixed the sniper rifle on the treetop in advance and adjusted the angle.
"Waiting until 8 o'clock, he stood under the cliff and pulled down the lead pendant with force. The iron hook at the other end of the fishing line pressed the trigger, and the bullet was fired, penetrating the deceased's head."
Hattori Heiji touched his chin: "But in this case, wouldn't it mean that an outsider committed the crime?"
"Why can't an outsider commit the crime?" Otaki Police Department didn't quite understand where his "couldn't it" come from. "With this device, the murderer can achieve his goal without invading the villa. This way, it will not attract the attention of others.
With more attention, it will also make it easier to escape—that’s right.”
He suddenly remembered something and looked at Jiang Xia: "I remember you said before that in the past few months, the deceased would always receive threatening photos from anonymous people? - Do you think this is the murderer?"
Hattori Heiji pressed his forehead: "Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with it, but I always feel that something is not right - the murderer already used a sniper rifle. He could just shoot from a distance and escape, so why bother to do what he did today?"
A troublesome attitude?"
…
While the high school detective was busy checking the scene.
On the other side, Conan rarely gave up on the case before him - he quietly followed the police and people involved in the case to the place where the luggage was being searched.
"What's there to search for? I only have a small handbag like this. How can I put a gun in it?" Mrs. Kanazawa snorted and handed her small bag to the police. "Be careful when searching, don't break it."
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Two apprentices have a lot of luggage, and they have to be responsible for bringing all the things needed for today's outdoor barbecue to the site.
Seeing the police concentrating on searching the luggage of these two people, ignoring the other two guests, Conan couldn't help but drag the policeman beside him, and whispered: "Uncle policeman, look at that uncle, does he have a little shape?"
strangeness?"
The young police officer followed Conan's line of sight and saw a burly man in black.
"Isn't this Mr. Jiang Xia's assistant, Mr. Yamada?" He scratched his head, "What's weird?"
Conan: "..." Damn vodka, it turns out that this guy deliberately approached Jiangxia just for today's situation?
What's even more annoying is that he actually got into the good graces of the police...
While Conan was feeling sorry for his deceived friend in his heart, he said: "I can't say, but I just feel that Uncle Yamada is different from before - everyone has to be searched and frisked anyway, so why not check him first?"
He got rid of the suspicion as soon as possible and went to help brother Jiang Xia."
"It makes sense!" The young police officer also wanted to get off work early and check who was not checking, so he walked towards Vodka.
Vodka heard the footsteps approaching and turned around alertly.
The good news is that the person who came is just an ordinary little policeman.
Bad news... In the direction where the policeman came, there was a first-grade elementary school student looking at him as if nothing had happened.
"Just now, the police were looking through the pile of luggage, why did they suddenly come to me?" Vodka suddenly realized something was wrong. His forehead twitched slightly, and traces of ice cream murderous aura came out of his body. "It must be that kid with you."
What did the police say? This kid is so haunted!"
"Mr. Yamada." Just as he was thinking about it, the young police officer stopped in front of him, "Let me check your luggage. Is it this bag?"
Vodka nodded.
Conan paused and suddenly stared at his hat - he knew what was wrong with the vodka!
…
There was no pistol in Vodka's bag, let alone a knife.
The young police officer rummaged around and found only a laptop computer besides wallet keys and other items. In addition, he also found a weak tranquilizer gun on his person.
It's a little strange to carry a tranquilizer gun with you, but considering that "Mr. Yamada" is a person who aspires to be a detective, and detectives need to have enough force to subdue criminals... everything seems to be normal again.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Yamada. Although you do need something for self-defense in your job, the tranquilizer gun is a prohibited item, so we confiscated it first." The young police officer filled out a form, tore it off and handed it to him, "Then you can
Just take some time to come to the headquarters and receive an education and a fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the man in black next to "Mr. Yamada" was staring at the anesthetic gun that he had confiscated, with a hint of indescribable surprise and disgust on his expression.
Next to him, Vodka also noticed something strange about Calvados and blushed: "..." What are you looking at? I've never seen a tranquilizer gun! Carrying this with you is better than not having a gun with your bare hands!
Calvados looked at him and turned his head away silently. He took a few steps to the side, as if he wanted to pretend that he didn't know this accomplice.
"..." Feeling his strong disgust, the murderous aura in Vodka floated up again.
But now he couldn't be angry with Calvados, so he had to quietly cast his angry eyes at the little policeman who was checking the luggage: Do you know the rules? Does the detective carry a weapon? Do you dare to confiscate it from me?
Gun, why don't you confiscate Uzo's stick?
While he was angry, suddenly, the voice of the Otaki Police Department came from beside him: "Mr. Yamada, what is that in your hat?"
Vodka: "?!"
He followed the sound, but saw no one.
The young police officer next to him also heard his boss's words. He quickly turned around and his eyes fell on Vodka's hat.
—— He didn’t think much about it just now, but now when his boss asked him about it, he suddenly discovered that Mr. Yamada’s hat seemed a little strange.
Thinking of the anesthesia gun carried by the detective assistant, the young police officer's face became a little more solemn: "Mr. Yamada, please take off your hat and let me check it."
Vodka: "..."
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An organizational cadre took off his hat that never left his head.
In the bushes, Conan put away his bow-tie voice changer, squinted his eyes and looked over carefully.