Conan's grammatical investigator

Chapter 690 Belmode, You Are Such a Bourbon!
After Mori Kogoro pronounced the murder sentence, everyone immediately became suspicious.

Yazi: "He killed?"

Fanchuan: "What?"

A hunter man who has not yet appeared in the villa: "Who do you think you are? You are not a policeman"

Mori Kogoro squatted in front of the corpse, and while performing an autopsy with the original method, he said, "That's right, I'm not a policeman long ago, but I used to be a policeman."

"Moori Kogoro, my current occupation is a private detective."

Mori Kogoro's formal self-introduction was astonishing, and everyone in the villa immediately opened their mouths wide open, their surprised expressions undisguised.

"You are Mori Kogoro!"

"The famous detective"

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Intimidated by Mori Kogoro's reputation, everyone in the villa did not dare to go forward, otherwise it would not be a joke to be labeled as sabotaging the murder scene.

But in this case, there is still a person who is not afraid of authority.

"That man, how could he pass?" Another hunter man who did not appear in the villa shouted.

Qin Zhibo looked around, and he was relatively close to the corpse.

"You mean me? I am"

Before Qin Zhibo could finish speaking, Mori Kogoro introduced it on his own initiative.

"His name is Qin Zhibo, and he is also a detective."

Kogoro Mori introduced Qin Zhibo very rarely. Although the introduction was very simple, this one is also a heavyweight.

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"Qin Zhibo and Mori Kogoro"

"Two Famous Detectives"

The old woman in the villa was an old man after all, she had seen a lot, so she quickly regained her composure and asked, "Then do you already know who the murderer is?"

Mori Kogoro took the words directly, "No, such a low temperature froze the body, not only is it impossible to predict the time of his death, but even the murderer's footprints were covered by the wind and snow."

Because Conan didn't come, behind Mori Kogoro, there were only footprints of himself and Qin Zhibo.

"However, Mr. Ergaki still wore windproof sunglasses on his eyes, which means that he should have been killed during the day when there was no snow, otherwise it would be too dangerous to wear this pair of sunglasses to move in the snowy night. "

"Worthy of being a detective, it really is extraordinary."

The old woman did not hesitate to praise her, which made Mori Kogoro smile confidently.

"This kind of reasoning is nothing, it's just the first step in the investigation"

Just when Mori Kogoro was getting a little flustered, Qin Zhibo's voice floated faintly from the side.

"No, Maori Detective."

"Look at the murderer's left eye. There is a contact lens in it, but there is no right eye."

Mori Kogoro squatted down and took a closer look, "It's true, but what does this mean?"

Qin Zhibo smiled slightly, and continued to analyze: "The murderer should have accidentally knocked out the contact lens in his right eye when he hit Mr. Eryuan."

"That means that Mr. Eryuan didn't wear sunglasses at that time, otherwise the contact eye would fall into the sunglasses instead of disappearing. The murderer put on the sunglasses on purpose after the murder."

"In this way, the time of Mr. Ergaki's death will be after the snowfall"

Under Qin Zhibo's reasoning, Mori Kogoro was left speechless.

In fact, Qin Zhibo was able to discover this not because of the investigation site, but because after the snow began to fall, he happened to see that Er Yuan was still alive with the guard totem.

He wasn't wearing sunglasses at the time.

In this way, the murderers were left with Yazi and Fenchuan who were looking for someone in the mountains after the snowstorm started, and the hunter duo who hadn't shown up until now.

Well, just ruled out an old woman from the mountain village.

In fact, with the height of the old woman in the villa, it was somewhat difficult to hit Eryuan's head with a wooden stick.

"Now the snow is getting heavier and heavier, let's go back first."

"The body remains here and does not move. The camera can be taken back to see what might be captured inside."

As he said that, Qin Zhibo removed the only investigation point on Er Yuan's body, which was the camera hanging around his neck.

After doing this, everyone set foot on the road back to the villa.

And in the darkness not far away, a shadowy figure waited for an opportunity to move.

Tokyo, Mihua Central Building.

Rose petals floating on water in bathtub in luxury hotel room.

Under the surface of the water, there is a perfect body.

Looking at the night view of the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Belmode picked up a petal from the water and played with it in his hands.

After a while, Belmode lifted his right leg out of the water.

The slender and well-proportioned part pushed the light pink water away, and the jade fingers stroked it carefully, brushing off the rose petals attached to it.

This evocative MAX picture is enough to make any normal-oriented man in the world have a nosebleed.

In the film and television industry, some celebrities who are famous for certain body parts will buy special insurance for these body parts, such as hands, buttocks, legs and so on.

But every inch of Belmode's skin is worth buying sky-high insurance for it, and the insurance company can't even use the value of a human body to measure it.

Because she is like a piece of beautiful jade, a rare, pure and flawless beautiful jade.

Any blemishes or bumps in beautiful jade are fatal flaws.

No one is perfect.

But in terms of appearance, Belmode is impeccable.

Even if there is a little bit of pickiness, Belmode also has the disguise technique to make up for these shortcomings.

After taking a bath, Belmode picked up a towel from the side, wrapped his body, and walked out of the bathroom decorated with night lights outside the window.

Although Belmode is still using Xinchu Zhiming's identity, he will occasionally return to the Mihua Central Building to give the paparazzi some shots that can be captured.

This is what celebrities need, and they never appear in the public eye, and the outside world will speculate that something may have happened to you.

Newspapers and magazines of gossip entertainment may have news like this - the popular American actress Chris Wynyard disappeared after attending the memorial service of director Sakemaki in Japan, suspected to be married?
Or kidnapped?

Blocked?

Caught in a crime?

This is not good for celebrities. Wherever they go, they will be photographed under the flash and become the focus of discussion.

But there is no way around this. Even if Belmode's face does not endow him with any special status, just walking on the street will attract countless eyes and attract scouts.

Therefore, Belmode learned the disguise from the world-class magician Black Feather Pirates, which can also be called the one-second head change technique.

With this technique, Belmode really began to switch his identity smoothly.

Therefore, the nickname "Witch with Thousand Faces" comes from men, women, beauties, mortals, old men, and old women.

Those who saw her disguise technique couldn't help but exclaim, and even bowed down under the pomegranate skirt willingly like Calvados.

She can do magic, right?

I can't extricate myself, I don't know how to rein in the precipice
Belmode, who walked out of the bathroom, returned to the bedroom, raised a cup of vermouth that had been poured on the small round table, and gently sent it down his throat.

Drinking alcohol before going to bed is Belmode's habit.

Because Belmode has suffered from insomnia for a long time, he needs to be slightly drunk to fall asleep.

As for the cause of insomnia, it is related to Belmode's personal experience of some unusual people.
After taking a sip of wine, Belmode sat on a chair leisurely, picked up today's newspaper at hand, and opened it to see any news to pass the time.

It doesn't matter if you flip through the newspaper, Belmode saw an acquaintance at a glance.

It's Toru Amuro.
Toru Amuro was hugged by a short-haired female high school student wearing a hairpin, and the distance between the two was very intimate.

Belmode: You are such a bourbon!
(End of this chapter)