Chapter 216 My dream is to become Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era
Surviving this year in the world of Conan is victory Chapter 216: My dream is to become Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era
Kudo Shinichi did not expect that death would really happen, and that the scene would be exactly the same as the suicide case four years ago.
He gritted his teeth and looked at the cable car administrator who was still in a daze. The veins on his neck popped out. He ignored etiquette at this time and shouted directly at the administrator:
"Hurry up and stop the cable car. What are you doing here? Stop it!"
"
The cable car administrator hadn't realized what was happening, but when he saw the young man's anxious look, he turned around and went to the management room to close the cable car without much thought. And Mao Lilan, who came here with Kudo Shinichi, ran up panting slightly.
Hardly:
"Shinichi, what happened?"
Kudo Shinichi did not expect Lan to follow him. Thinking that she had never been exposed to such a murderous scene, he quickly stopped her in front of her and prevented her from approaching the cable car, frowning:
"Xiaolan, don't look!"
However, he was only a junior high school student. He was less than 1.7 meters tall and could not block the opponent's sight with his shoulders. The moment the cable car stopped, the Minun soldier sitting on it was already an increasingly cold corpse.
When I stumbled forward after the emergency timeout, it was like a dead person came to life.
Such a scene was too exciting for Mao Lilan, who was still a junior high school student. She flinched and trembled violently. The next second she let out a scream full of fear, and subconsciously reached forward with her hands.
He pulled Shinichi's arm hard to try to regain some sense of security.
Fujiwara Yu glanced at the girl who was trembling with fear. He directly blocked the body of the Minawa soldier with his body, took out the white gloves from his pocket and planned to directly conduct a preliminary autopsy. His skillful appearance made Kudo who was still comforting Xiaolan
Shinichi was surprised.
The burns on the victim's temple confirmed that the muzzle of the pistol was fired close to the temple. The close range shooting was undoubtedly fatal with one shot, and there was no possibility of other causes of death. Moreover, there was a trace of gunpowder on the victim's right sleeve.
There was a smell, and he was still holding a K23 combat pistol in his hand.
Of course, the thing that worried Fujiwara Yu most was the ski bag placed next to the victim's body. It was filled with white snow. It was exactly the same as the layout when Jiro Minakami committed suicide four years ago. It looked very much like that unscientific person.
The Legend of the Snow Girl.
"Well, you're not a police officer and it's not okay for you to touch the corpse at will, isn't it?" Oyama Shouzou stood aside and hesitated for a while, then approached the cable car carrying the corpse and warned aloud.
"It's okay. Mr. Takaji's method of examining the body was very professional. He should be a coroner."
Hearing the confident words of the detective boy, Fujiwara Yu had a rare bad taste. He raised the corner of his mouth and leaned aside, not tactfully refuting his reasoning:
"Unfortunately, your reasoning is wrong."
"Why?"
Kudo Shinichi blinked and looked at the police ID that Sosuke Takaji took out from his trouser pocket, and realized that the other person was not an experienced coroner, but an unlucky detective who rarely got into trouble while on vacation.
Thinking that the other party was on vacation, he looked at Mr. Takashi with sympathy in his eyes.
"So Mr. Takaji, you are a policeman." Kudo Shinichi's eyes fell on Takaji Sousuke's dazzling purple hair, and he couldn't help but whisper in his heart: Can today's policemen dye their hair at will?
"Yes, but I still have to call the police. After all, this is not my jurisdiction." Yu Fujiwara noticed that the detective boy's eyes were lingering on his hair, and he said with a red face and a heartbeat: "I was born with this hair color.
You can think of it as a genetic mutation."
"..."
It was hard for Kudo Shinichi to believe that the second half of this sentence was true, but Officer Takaji's expression didn't look like he was lying. Could it be that there are really people born with this hair color?
Fujiwara Yu, who was a good citizen of the third dimension in his previous life, naturally knew that what he said was nonsense, but the world he now lives in was originally a two-dimensional one, so it is not surprising that some residents with naturally bright hair colors appear, and they should be treated as rare at best.
That’s it.
Moreover, since he recovered his memory, he felt that it was outrageous that the vast majority of children's colors in Japan were blue. There were even many people with even rarer colors. It can only be said that they are worthy of the original two-dimensional world design.
Certainly.
Fujiwara Yu was afraid that the detective boy would be entangled in the issue of hair color, so he added in a stiff tone:
"There are people born with other hair colors. I am of mixed race, so there is nothing surprising."
When Kudo Shinichi thought of the foreigners he met when traveling to Hawaii when he was young, he suddenly felt that what Officer Takaji said was quite reasonable. Indeed, many foreigners had lighter hair colors. I remember there were news reports about some people.
My hair is naturally crimson.
"Sorry officer, I'm just curious."
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
Fujiwara Yutansada moved the body of the Minawa soldier to the side. After noticing that there were traces of bullet penetration near the edge of the plastic cushion of the cable car seat, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Oyama Morizou aside:
"Mr. Oyama, can I ask Mr. Minawa which hand is your dominant hand?"
"It's the right hand."
Right hand?
Fujiwara Yu stared at the pistol in Kyon's hand, and the scene he saw more than ten minutes ago emerged in his mind. At that time, the Minawa soldier was carrying a heavy large ski bag from the snow with his left hand.
You should use your dominant hand when carrying heavy objects. Why was he using his left hand at that time?
He tilted his head to the side and stared at the ski bag filled with snow, a smile gradually appearing in his eyes.
It turned out that this was the case, and he could only be the culprit.
Unfortunately, there is no pointing evidence yet to convict him.
Kudo Shinichi, who was interested in reasoning, boldly stuck his head out to observe the victim's body and its surroundings. After careful inspection, he confidently looked at the thoughtful Officer Takashi next to him and said:
"Officer Eagle Division, I have found three doubts and can confirm that this case is not a suicide."
"Really? Tell me about it."
Fujiwara Yu is quite interested in the reasoning of detective boys. If you want to be as good a detective as Sherlock Holmes, you must have good insight and reasoning and analysis skills. If there is a need to infer these three doubts, he can undoubtedly be regarded as a detective.
A qualified little detective.
Kudo Shinichi did not expect that the police officer was really willing to listen to his reasoning. He pretended to make a deep dry cough twice, and with a face that had not lost its childishness, he frowned and seriously stated the three doubts he had discovered:
"The first is the set of ski poles on the cable car. The round holders at the front end are all upside down for some reason. This is evidence that the ski poles are used for some purpose. The second is the cable car where the victim was sitting alone. The plastic on the edge is
There are traces of damage on the mat, which may be man-made. Finally, there is the satchel filled with snow that was placed next to the victim's body. Even if it was filled with snow, it would not be possible for the entire bag to freeze like this."
After hearing this, Fujiwara Yu didn't worry that the detective boy would be proud. He clapped his hands and gave his own applause. He didn't hesitate to praise and at the same time he didn't forget to ask questions knowingly:
"It's remarkable that you, as a junior high school student, can raise these three doubts. Do you usually like to read mystery novels?"
"Shinichi is a huge fan of Sherlock Holmes, and he aspires to become a great detective!" Mao Lilan, who originally lowered his head and did not dare to look up at the body, immediately raised his head and replied after hearing Officer Takashi's praise of his childhood sweetheart.
"Idiot, my dream is not to become a great detective, but to become Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era!" Kudo Shinichi touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment after saying this. It was not that he was embarrassed by the words, but that he was recognized by the police officer.
A little excited.
Sure enough, there has not been much change from the dream I had back then. It is not easy to maintain my original intention.
Fujiwara Yu wanted to say something, but he heard a pleasant ringtone from the mobile phone in his trouser pocket. He took off his gloves and opened the cover, and saw a familiar name on the caller ID.
Really, how come after just a few words with Sherlock Holmes from the Heisei era, Ellery Queen from the Heisei era calls anxiously.
"There should be no clues you are looking for here. You should know what to do next, right?"