Any period of time that disappears out of thin air is considered suspicious, and serious detectives will never let it go.
Jiang Xia then asked: "How long did it take him to write the report?"
"About 20 minutes." Yoko Shimizu stabbed everyone in the back equally, then looked at the eyes of the three classmates next to him looking at him, and scratched his head in hindsight.
The desire to survive quietly sprouted, and he added: "Although Takeno has been alone in the next room, there is no door in that room, and this is the fifth floor, so it is impossible for him to leave - I can testify that he has never gone out from the living room.
"
When Mouri Kogoro heard Jiang Xia asking these questions, he suddenly had a new suspect: "But you are from a mountaineering club! It's only the fifth floor. It's not difficult to climb down with some props."
The homeowner did not expect that he would be the next target: "A smooth building is completely different from mountaineering. If you know how to climb a mountain, you may not be able to climb a building - and the window in my house has a safety design, and you can only open a gap for ventilation.
, there is no way for people to pass.”
With that said, he opened the door and went to the room and showed the police the window. It was true that it couldn't be opened very far.
Maya Hashimoto suddenly remembered something. He stared at the window and then at the balcony, thoughtfully, but did not dare to say anything: it had only been less than half an hour since he had joined the detective team.
Compared with his passion for work, it is obvious that the anti-Uzo code of "try not to get involved in the case, and if you are unfortunately involved, hide in a corner and be a transparent person." has firmly taken over his instinct.
At this moment, a voice sounded from beside him and said words that he did not dare to speak.
"But it's so strange!" Conan said, "At around 10 o'clock, we happened to be on the way home from the convenience store. At that time, only the living room and balcony of your house had lights on, and this room was dark - since we were rushing
Report, big brother, why don’t you turn on the lights?”
The owner of the house was startled: "This..."
Before he could say anything, Mouri Kogoro waved his hand boredly: "If the window can't be opened, then this is a secret room. Since he is not the murderer, you don't care whether he turned on the lights or not - maybe he just drank too much and didn't want to think about it.
I was discovered by my friends, so I made an excuse to write a report and secretly vomited in the room."
Conan: "..."
Maya Hashimoto: "..." If that little boy is his colleague, then on the other hand, maybe Mouri Kogoro, who is not interested in solving the case, is an innocent person who has nothing to do with Usa?
As expected of a detective, he naturally faces off against some insidious and cunning criminals.
but……
He suddenly remembered something.
"An enemy of an enemy may not be a friend, but may also be a competitor - after all, it is a last-place elimination system. In addition to dragging oneself away, dragging others away is actually an effective way to survive."
Other leaders may hate this kind of infighting that reduces their strength, but Uzo...
Maya Hashimoto shook her head, shaking some terrible boss images out of her mind. At the same time, she felt a little lucky: "Fortunately, I'm new here, and I used to be Mr. Ireland's subordinate. No one would have thought that I am now under Uzo's command."
Let’s be a member—the enemy is in the open and I’m in the dark, so at least I don’t have to worry about being targeted by them.”
So he said nothing, as if he didn't notice this dirty internal fight, pretending that he was just a non-threatening doctor passing by.
On the other side, the gap between adults and children is huge.
Mouri Kogoro's words were obviously recognized by the police. Conan, who was temporarily defeated, quietly retreated while no one was paying attention to him, and then started searching around the room. Sometimes he opened the drawer and looked at the slingshot inside, and sometimes he looked at the things on the table.
Telephone.
Jiang Xia's eyes also fell on it, and she followed the clues.
Maya Hashimoto looked at Conan for a while, then at Jiang Xia, like a rookie who had just entered a new workplace, constantly observing secretly, absorbing the various rules around him like a sponge, feeling like he had learned everything he saw.
"If you were an adult, you would probably face a lot of trouble if you were discovered in such a random search. But it would be difficult for a first-grade primary school student to get legal sanctions if he secretly opened a drawer and took a look.
"So the 'Baker Street Guerrilla' around Jiang Xia, no, it should be called the 'Mika Town Guerrilla' here. It should have provided him with a lot of conveniences, maybe even more indispensable than 'Watson'... I
You have to work harder."
…
Once Conan became obsessed with solving crimes, his attention to the surroundings dropped a lot.
Under Maya Hashimoto's gaze, he looked at the slingshot in the drawer and the phone on the table, then ran to look at the fish tank, and soon found a small section of thin red line in the fish tank. After thinking for a moment, Conan looked at the coffee table again.
ashtray, and then suddenly ran out.
"Conan?" Mao Lilan was startled and wanted to catch up.
However, an enthusiastic classmate had already followed.
Jiang Xia is very reliable: "I'll go take a look, don't worry."
His figure also disappeared at the door.
Maya Hashimoto looked to his left, then to his left, and followed him as if nothing had happened - the surrounding area was too dangerous, but the area near Jiangxia was relatively safe and more conducive to his gathering intelligence.
…
Jiang Xia didn't run too far down and quickly stopped on one of the floors.
Conan pushed up his glasses and said, "You noticed it too, right?"
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at one of the doors on this floor: "Uncle Maoli's classmate's room is just below the deceased's dining room. And when the crime occurred, the glass here suddenly broke."
The old classmate was still watching the excitement upstairs, but Conan pushed the door open without any politeness.
Jiang Xia followed in.
The figures of the two people disappeared into the room. At the corner of the corridor, Maya Hashimoto quietly poked her head in and discovered another magical use of Conan.
"It's as if he is actively opening the door to invite Jiang Xia in. He seems to have a very good relationship with Jiang Xia... Are even primary school students so dedicated these days?"
Maya Hashimoto hesitated for a moment. Although some intuition made him not want to get close to Jiang Xia - perhaps it was the natural opposition between lawless gangsters and righteous detectives. But when he saw that the kid who was suspected to be a colleague was very motivated, he could only take a deep breath.
Tone, bravely approached, wanting to join the team.
…
Jiang Xia entered the old classmate's house and soon came to the room next door.
The windows here were broken, and the pieces fell into the house. Such marks are usually caused by something flying from outside and hitting the windows, breaking the windows. But when I glanced at the ground, I didn't find the piece that was supposed to be there.
The weight of existence.
Jiang Xia turned on the flashlight, and the flashlight light shone on the ground and suddenly stopped on some of the glass fragments.
He walked closer, squatted down, and took a closer look: "There is blood on it, and it is still very fresh. Judging from the time and place, it may be the blood of the victim downstairs."
Conan was startled: "How did you end up in such a place?"