On the way up to the second floor, Conan found a hair in the right angle of the stairs.
It was a curly hair dyed brown, with a black part one or two centimeters long at the root, as if new hair had grown out after dyeing the hair for a period of time.
Conan remembered that the woman who appeared with the mute had straight black hair that hung down to her waist.
Judging from the speed of hair growth, unless she had just returned from the monastery and started perming and dyeing it immediately, this hair would not be hers - that is to say, she was not the person who sent the letter.
Therefore, during the search, Conan's attention was more focused on large items that could be hidden in spaces than on various agency codes.
Especially the attic.
Searching one by one, Conan soon reached the room at the end of the second floor.
He turned the doorknob. The door was locked.
This old-fashioned door with a round handle is not difficult to open. Conan observed the crack in the door for a while and took out a hard card from his pocket.
When he was in Hawaii, he and Kudo Yusaku forgot to bring their keys when they went out. After returning home, his father thoughtfully taught him how to open various locks.
Conan quickly opened the door. After entering, he looked at the stairs leading to the attic and suddenly noticed that the shape of the patterns on one step seemed wrong.
Conan walked to the steps in confusion, squatted down and took a closer look.
The entire bungalow is made of dark wooden floors, and this staircase is also the same.
Conan approached and took out the handkerchief, put it on the ground and pressed it. When he picked it up again, he found a dark red stain on the handkerchief - blood that had not completely solidified.
Conan raised his head with a solemn expression and saw the "stain" extending all the way down the stairs and finally entering the attic door.
And judging from the shape of the blood stain, it didn't flow down the leg, but more like it splashed from a not too high position.
——If the injured person is not an arm or hand, it means that the injured person or the deceased was probably carried up.
...The situation seemed to be more serious than he thought.
Conan had previously thought that this sniper was also the type who didn't like killing people, but now that he saw the blood and thought about the old monk who "committed suicide" in the temple that day, Conan was not sure anymore.
The bloodstain started at the bottom of the stairs, and ended at the attic.
Conan was about to go upstairs and see what was going on inside, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the side.
He was startled, turned around alertly, and found that the source of the sound was a cabinet.
The cabinet is not large, and it seems difficult to fit a person in. Even if it can be squeezed in, the person's movements will be limited, and it will not easily pose a threat to people outside.
Conan walked over carefully, opened the cabinet door, and looked inside.
Unexpectedly, what he found in the cabinet was not the Nakamura Sada he thought he had, but a fox with some dust and blood stains on his body, his eyes closed and flat against the bottom of the cabinet, as flat as a piece of fur.
This body shape and coat color are so recognizable.
It was just the first time Conan saw it look so disgraced.
Although foxes have always been bullied by cats before, it was never to this extent.
Conan stared at the cabinet blankly. He couldn't figure out why the fox appeared in this suburban villa.
Having said that, if it looks so miserable, then its owner...
Conan slowly and stiffly turned his head to look at the attic, his eyes completely turned into horror.
The black cat...could he have been killed by the mute downstairs?
No, it's impossible. He can fight and run. Who can kill him?
...However, people are careless sometimes, and there is a saying that there is no strongest, only stronger.
Being able to disguise an old monk as someone who committed suicide without making a sound is certainly not a simple character.
Conan's heartbeat was pounding and his mind was in chaos. He pinched his temples and suddenly felt regretful.
Before, he thought that with Mao Lilan and Mao Li Kogoro, as long as they did not give the mute a chance to draw his gun, they would be able to suppress this criminal.
But now, judging from various traces, the blood stains started on the stairs, so this room should be the scene of the fight, and there are no bullet marks in the room at all.
The mute can defeat the black cat without relying on a gun. Then Xiaolan downstairs...
When Conan's expression changed, the fox yawned, smacked his mouth twice, and secretly opened his eyes a crack.
Its skin is thicker and hairier, and it also guessed Shiraishi's enemy tactics and held its breath in time, so its resistance to tranquilizer bombs was actually better than that of several humans.
I originally thought that after I capsized in the gutter and was overturned, Shiraishi would cancel the summons and give it a day off.
Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I saw that the surrounding space was not the system space - there was no Q-version villain who always liked to bury his face in its tail, there was only a bespectacled kid who was a bit stupid but worked hard.
The fox didn't have to lower his head to feel the dust on his body and the blood from Kidnapper No. 1's injured ankle when he fell downstairs.
Shiraishi didn't even help him wipe it... The fox licked his fur sadly, and suddenly felt a little tingling under his belly. He looked down and found a pen pressed under his body.
This was posted by Shiraishi, and the fox understood the hint instantly. What he wanted to say was to type up the draft of the last section of the paper after waking up, and then code it directly when he got back to save time.
It really squeezes the labor force to the extreme... What kind of devil capitalist is this?
Fortunately, Shiraishi didn't know that it could think in the system space... Thinking of this, the fox let out a tragic and fortunate "whoop".
Conan was startled, then came to his senses. He held the fox out sympathetically and touched its head. He did not dare to use too much force on the fox's body, fearing that the fox would have hidden wounds caused by the ruthless mute.
By the way, there's that black cat.
The fox is in such a miserable state, and its situation will only be worse. After all, its temper is so bad, and its friends sometimes want to beat it... But then again, even the cat is not spared, and the man downstairs is simply a beast.
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"Don't be sad." Conan decided to try to save people first. If that didn't work, he would go downstairs immediately, take Maori and his daughter out of here first, and then call the police.
The fox heard his comfort, squirmed twice and came closer, put his chin on Conan's knees, and slowly stretched out his two front paws to hug him.
It secretly used Conan's clean trouser legs to wipe away the stains on the fur, while continuing to squeak to lower the victim's vigilance.
And it suddenly occurred to him that as long as he pretended to be the child and abducted him, he would not have to do his homework today!
Conan found no clue as expected. In his heart, this white fox was honest and pitiful, completely different from the cat who was difficult to get along with.
He touched the fox's head again and asked in a low voice: "Where are your companions? Maybe they can be saved. Take me to find them."
"..." The fox froze.
It doesn't want to see Baishi right now. It just wants to return to the system space quickly and let the Q version assistant help wash and dry the dirty white hair. If possible, pinch its jio.
But what happened was counterproductive - soon, the tip of its nose moved, and it suddenly became alert.
Conan was slightly startled when he saw the fox's fur suddenly exploded.
Soon he realized something. He looked up from the varnished cabinet and saw a figure appearing behind him.
...Why doesn’t this person make any movement while walking!?
Realizing that something was wrong, Conan opened the watch cover and turned around suddenly, but before he could turn around, his wrist suddenly tightened.
The mask with the dark skull pattern appeared in front of him again. The mute grabbed his wrist with one hand like a chicken, and stretched out his other hand, clasped the mechanism on the side of the watch, and pressed it lightly.
Under Conan's horrified gaze, the anesthesia needle was fired quickly and pierced his forehead firmly. He quickly lost strength and fell backwards.
Shiraishi looked down at him. This expression, no matter how many times he saw it, made people want to bang the table and chuckle.
He let go of his hand, found the anesthesia syringe, looked at the scale on it, calculated the time, and injected most of the tube into Conan.
The hidden gemstone watch cannot be taken out until night, and before that, you still need to wait for a long time.
If Conan is allowed to stay awake, there is no telling how many secrets he will uncover in this house.