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Chapter 1336 Code Interpretation

When Yuantai came to hold the door open, Conan immediately ran into the basement.

He first picked up the watch that fell under the steps, then used the light source of the watch as illumination to examine the body.

Unlike the fresh corpses that are abundant in Mihua, this corpse has been highly skeletal.

Conan did a little inspection and judged that the body had been here for at least 10 years.

There was nothing on the skeleton that could prove his identity.

In the right hand of the skeleton was a piece of cloth with a bunch of incredible words written on it.

"This is……"

Since the body had been lying there for a long time, all traces should have disappeared, and Conan was not afraid of damaging the scene. This time, Conan directly picked up the cloth strip with his hands.

I saw that the words on the cloth strips were all Chinese characters, but some of them were false words composed of radicals of Chinese characters, and no information could be read.

Looking at the cloth strip in his hand, Conan was startled, and suddenly remembered that one day 10 years ago, he had seen such a cloth strip.

Time goes back to 10 years ago, when Xiao Xinyi was playing football with other classmates on the playground.

Xiaolan suddenly ran over and said that she found a magical "magic belt" in the old warehouse behind the school.

So, the two came to the old warehouse and saw a tape with unknown writing on the door handle of the warehouse.

As soon as Xiaoxin recognized that the text on the belt looked similar to Chinese characters, he wanted to take off the belt and take it back to show the teacher.

But at this moment, a man dressed as a baseball player appeared behind him and warned the two not to take off their belts.

"Because that belt is used to seal the terrible monsters in the warehouse..."

Although a long time has passed, Conan still remembers what the man said at that time.

But later on, the matter fell into disuse. After all, children are easily distracted.

Could it be that this belt is the same one from back then?

The unsolved mysteries of his childhood now appeared before his eyes again, and this skeleton immediately aroused Conan's curiosity.

He took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the cloth, then turned around and asked the three little ones to call the police.

However, the three little ones did not bring their mobile phones to school, so the task of calling the police fell on Wakasa Rumi, who was standing silently behind.



Soon, the police arrived at the school.

The person handling this case was Shiratori Rensaburo, who had been promoted to the police department before.

After listening to Conan and the three little birds describe how they found the body, Shiratiao began to investigate the scene.

After a while, I came to a conclusion.

This skeleton should have been a thief during his lifetime.

There was a large crack on the back of the skull of the skeleton, and he was lying on his back under the steps, with a large bag of lime in his arms.

It means that this person came to the school warehouse to steal lime in the middle of the night, but when he went up the steps, his center of gravity was unstable, causing his body to fall backward and fall to his death.

And because the warehouse was abandoned soon after, no one has ever discovered it.

"In short, this should be just an accident."

"When we go back, we will investigate the missing persons records from 10 years ago, and we should be able to confirm his identity..."

"Then farewell."

Watching Officer Shiratori leave, Yuantai put his head on his arms and sighed: "What are you doing? It turns out it's not a murder case..."

Mitsuhiko: "Yes, it's a bit boring..."

Ayumi: "What a pity. I thought I could catch the murderer again..."

Listening to the increasingly outrageous speeches of the three little ones, Conan felt both emotional and helpless.

These children have been following me all the time, and they have less and less respect for life.

Was your past self like this too?

Conan recalled that he would show excitement when he encountered a case a year ago.

Especially the more complicated and confusing the case is, the more excited the brain feels.

This feeling of crazy secretion of dopamine makes me enjoy it very much.

But as everyone knows, this kind of thinking will make people look more and more like a crime-solving machine rather than a human detective.

From enjoying the process of reasoning to allowing the case to happen.

A mediocre case with no casualties is not enough. The more bizarre and brutal the case, the more enjoyable it is.

What will happen if this desire is not fulfilled for a long time?

Create a case personally...

This transformation process is actually a process of gradually pursuing excitement.

Conan reflected on himself, and at the same time, he also reflected on Sherlock Holmes, whom he had always believed in.

Sherlock Holmes is a detective who pursues the joy of reasoning.

When he can't find a case that can stimulate his brain, he will be so bored that his brain will almost go crazy, and he will rely on morphine to get over the trough.

In the process of pursuing reasoning and puzzles, will we lose the empathy that humans should have in the process?

The occurrence of a case often means that someone's interests have been damaged, whether in money or life.

Is it a human thought to expect something like this to happen every day?

But what will happen if Holmes doesn't encounter an exciting case for a long time?

Holmes could become a madman, as he always told Watson.

Or he overdosed on morphine and died alone in a house at 221B Baker Street one day.

Or you can personally create a case and find another way to pursue excitement.

If what drives Moriarty to commit crimes is ambition, then Holmes is pure fun.

This kind of criminal is even more terrifying.

Because all his actions have no purpose, and Holmes is an extremely logical person.

He will be the most "perfect" criminal in history...

Fortunately, Sherlock Holmes is just a character created in a literary work. Whether he is good or bad, alive or dead, it is all the author's decision.

But the real world is not like this.

Once something is done, there is no going back.

Once some thoughts are developed since childhood, it is difficult to change when you grow up.

Both you and the three little ones should establish a mindset - detectives exist to solve cases, and should not expect cases to happen.

Therefore, Conan decided to give the three little ones a rigid habit now, and try not to let them follow him to solve cases anymore and accept the mental stimulation from the case.

"Okay, lunch break is almost over, let's go back to the classroom..."

Conan turned his head and walked towards the teaching building.

The three little ones looked at Conan who turned around and left, looking a bit unfinished.

In their impression, Conan can often turn cases that the police have characterized as accidents into cases designed by the murderer.

As a result, Conan didn't say anything this time and didn't even investigate further.

The three of them looked at each other.

But without Conan as their backbone, they had no direction even if they wanted to investigate, so they could only follow him back to the classroom in frustration.



During the first physical education class in the afternoon, Conan left the Young Detective Group on the pretext of going to the bathroom.

He came to the teacher's office alone. He stretched his head and looked around, but he didn't see the teacher.

Eh?

Why is there no one?

Conan came to the office because he wanted to borrow the printer here to print out the strip of cloth he found on the skeleton's hand at noon.

After thinking about it in a physical education class, he had guessed the purpose of the cloth strip.

It was a code stick used by the ancient Spartans.

Just wrap a strip of cloth around a wooden stick, write words on it, and then remove the stick, and the words on the strip of cloth will become a code that no one can understand.

Only another person with a stick of the same thickness as before can restore the code.

Therefore, he now wants to print the words on the cloth strip on paper, and then find a stick-shaped object about the same thickness as the warehouse door handle to test his conjecture.

This kind of reasoning session, which is similar to a small science experiment, could have brought three little ones together.

But in order to prevent them from becoming like Sherlock Holmes in the future, Conan decided to do it himself.

As for the connection between the contents on the cloth and the skeleton, Conan was not sure.

Officer Shiratori couldn't tell what was wrong with his reasoning about the death, but he always felt that there might be other secrets behind the skeleton.

Especially the thief's goal is to steal the lime from the school, which Conan thinks is unlikely.

Back to the present, Conan saw no one in the office and wanted to print it himself.

Anyway, I can use the printer myself and I don’t need the teacher’s help.

He came to the only printer in the center of the office, connected his phone to the computer nearby, and copied the photos to the computer.

Next, check the size and spacing to make it similar to what you see on the actual cloth strip.

Then it's time to print.

Conan played with the mouse skillfully, and then, the printer's work indicator light came on, and a "thumping" sound came from inside.

Conan was standing in front of the printer waiting, unaware that a person was standing behind him.

After the printing was completed, he stood on tiptoe and took out the printed paper. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was startled by the person standing behind him.

"ah……"

Conan's eyes moved up and he saw the new teacher Rumi Wakasa looking at him quietly.

"Teacher Wakasa?"

Rumi Wakasa reacted expressionlessly for a few seconds, then suddenly showed a gentle smile, leaned down and asked: "Edogawa Conan, right?"

"Hmm..." Conan nodded.

"What are you doing here?"

Faced with Rumi Wakasa's question, Conan had an idea and reacted instantly.

"This is a word game that will be used in the next self-study class..."

"Word games?"

The lens of Wakasa Rumi's right eye reflected light, and she asked doubtfully: "Is there such an arrangement in the self-study class? Why didn't I know?"

Conan was surprised for a moment, and then he remembered that Rumi Wakasa was the deputy head teacher, and she knew all about the activities of her class.

"Well, this is..."

"yes……"

Conan couldn't think of any other reason for a while, so he could only tell her that he wanted to decipher the code on this cloth belt.

"Huh? So it turns out there wasn't random writing on it?"

Rumi Wakasa bent over and looked at the paper in Conan's hand, looking quite interested.

"If that's the case, then let me be the one~"

Conan looked at the smiling Wakasa Rumi and had no reason to refuse.

After all, you are the teacher.

With Wakasa's help, Conan was quickly ready to restore the password stick.

When Conan personally wrapped the note around a marker pen that was about the same thickness as a warehouse door handle, the words and radicals on the note combined to form a new string of words.

However, even if new words are formed, the meaning cannot be read at all.

Only the second character from left to right can be seen to be the character "江" from the Edo period.

"Strange, it should be like this..."

Conan tried the code stick repeatedly, but the words that came out had no meaning.

This made him a little irritated. Even though 10 years had passed, he still couldn't see through the code at a glance.

If Qin Zhibo were here, he would probably have unlocked the code by now...

Conan couldn't help but think of the man who could decipher any code in just one second.

At this time, Wakasa Rumi turned to look at the computer not far away and murmured, "Should I make a curriculum?"

"Class Schedule?"

"Yes." Rumi Wakasa explained with a smile, "I'm a new teacher~ I still can't remember the classes the children have to take every day, so I'm going to print out a curriculum to take home..."

After hearing Rumi Wakasa's explanation, what Conan cared about was not the content of the explanation, but the "curriculum".

Rumi Wakasa's words reminded him that Ayumi picked up an unfinished course schedule in an abandoned warehouse.

What if that chart is not a curriculum, but a code interpretation chart?

"Teacher Wakasa, do you have any more paper?"

"Yes, I have……"

Conan asked for another piece of paper, drew the dividing lines according to the curriculum, and then arranged the sides of the password tape in two horizontal and vertical columns.

Then according to the fifty-syllable diagram, the new characters combined with the two are written on it.

A password interpretation table is completed.

Conan quickly reinterpreted the code according to the above content, but the content he read still couldn't be connected into a sentence.

how so?

Conan's brows that had just relaxed furrowed again and he fell into deep thought.

Seeing that there was still no progress in the secret code matter, Rumi Wakasa also went to print out the class schedule.

After the class schedule was printed, she sat at the computer desk and stretched her waist.

"Ah~ I wish I had a glass of whiskey at this time~"

whisky?

Conan turned to look at Wakasa Rumi not far away, his expression slightly stunned.

He didn't trigger alcohol-related PTSD, but suddenly realized that there were some flaws in his code reasoning.

Whiskey has another way of writing in the Iroha song, and this code interpretation table should also be interpreted using the Iroha song, not the fifty-sound chart.

He quickly picked up his pen and scrawled and corrected the original interpretation table.

Soon, a new interpretation table was completed.

According to the above content, a complete sentence was successfully interpreted this time.

"Very good!"

Conan, who finally unlocked the secret code from 10 years ago, couldn't help but make a sound of excitement.

Rumi Wakasa on the other side of the office heard the voice and came over, curiously asking: "Conan, has the code been solved?"

"yes……"

Conan showed a confident smile on his face and showed the remade password table to Rumi Wakasa.

"This is what Wakasa-sensei said about 'whiskey'. It turns out that this interpretation table does not use the fifty-sound chart, but the Iroha song."

"Follow this idea and smooth it out again, and the code content will appear..."

"The things have been divided, come here quickly."


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