Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 133 Takagi's First Reasoning Show
"Yesterday morning, the deceased Xingzawa Riverbank came to this study one kilometer away from home for work. At eight o'clock last night, the deceased called his wife and said that he would not go home tonight."

"That is to say, the earliest time of death is after the phone call? How about deducing the time of death?"

"Between 5:7 and [-]:[-] this morning, he was killed by two blows with a blunt object. On the trophy that fell next to the corpse, blood was found, which matched the wound and could be judged as the murder weapon."

After hearing all this, Qinghai Chuantang suddenly realized, clapped his hands suddenly, and said excitedly: "I already know who the murderer is."

The three looked at her, looking forward to her next words.

Each has his own thoughts.

Conan: Did she see who the murderer was at a glance again?
Ye Jiusheng: As expected of Miss Tang, she is indeed very powerful.

Gao Mu: Why doesn't Ms. Tang consider becoming a policeman?

"The murderer is a fan of Mr. Hoshizawa, and also a brain-dead fan."

"what?"

The three of them blinked their peasy eyes, all with expressions of "you're kidding me".

"Don't worry, listen to me first. That person sneaked into Mr. Hoshizawa's office, just like this."

Qinghai Chuantang moved on tiptoe, and looked around from time to time, really looking like a thief.

"There's a trophy here, hehe."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

She deliberately lowered her voice so that everyone could clearly distinguish the role she was playing now.

Soon he changed into a flustered expression.

"That's not the case, listen to my sophistry!"

"What was that like?" She lowered her voice again.

"That...then the murderer picked up the trophy and accidentally killed the person."

After listening to Qinghai Chuantang's reasoning, the situation in the house was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Takagi sneered for a while, thinking to himself: Could it be that Ms. Tang was influenced by Mr. Mori?

"If it's a fan, it should take that trophy. And, if it's a thief, there's no need to push the stone down."

"There are no traces of a struggle in the house, indicating that the victim and the murderer may have known each other."

After listening to Takagi's reasoning, Qinghai Chuantang gave a thumbs up to express his affirmation.

"It seems that the Japanese police circle does not necessarily need a detective as a 'savior'."

Conan: Thank you, I was offended.

The police need a corresponding process to handle a case, and detectives can omit these trivial tasks, after all, they are free.

However, work such as forensics and autopsy is still in the charge of the police, which is crucial and indispensable.

After all, getting a prisoner to plead guilty and getting a prisoner to be sentenced after being transferred to the procuratorate are two different concepts.

"Officer, the victim's wife has arrived."

Hoshizawa Kawagan's wife, named Qianjing, is a woman with her hair tied up and wearing a kimono.

As soon as he entered the study and saw the situation in front of him, he couldn't help but burst into tears and cried.

But due to the presence of others, he still restrained himself very carefully, took out a handkerchief and cried while wiping away his tears.

Then he rushed to Buchuan Kuzi, and looked at this scene with a shocked expression.

It seems that he does not want to believe that the scene in front of him is a fact.

After the two walked out of the study and came to the living room, they began the necessary inquiry process.

At the same time, they also met Rumi Hoshimura and Taeko Itaba who came down from upstairs.

"Mr. Bu Chuan, what is he doing here today?"

"I made an appointment with the teacher to discuss the serialization plan. Therefore, I went to the teacher's house around four o'clock in the morning."

Because Hoshizawa Riverbank said that it was more auspicious.

Therefore, discussions are usually held at sunrise while looking at Mount Fuji.

Hoshimura missed the deadline for the part of studying in the United States, so he has been waiting at Hoshizawa Kagan's house since the morning.

"Ma'am, you talked with Mr. Hoshizawa on the phone last night, right? Was there anything unusual about Mr. Hoshizawa at that time?"

Takagi looked at her.

"I'm sorry. Let's wait for Madam to calm down a little bit before asking about this kind of topic."

Bu Chuan Kuzi said.

"I'm ok."

Qian Jing said: "It's the same as before, because the deadline is approaching, so he said he slept in the office."

After she finished speaking, she looked up at the three people standing there.

"Because he has an appointment with Mr. Bu Chuan and will discuss things tomorrow, so let me wait at home."

"Do you have any clue about what happened to Mr. Hoshizawa?"

After thinking about it for a while, Qian Jing shook her head.

"My husband isn't very well-connected and never heard of getting into trouble."

"Has anything changed in the study?"

"No, nothing special has changed. I come in once a week for cleaning."

None of the three editors had entered that room, so they couldn't provide any valuable clues.

Finally, Takagi confirmed one thing to Qianjing.

"Originally, there was indeed a piece of Fuji stone here."

Conan felt a little puzzled after hearing this, "Fuji stone?"

Qian Jing nodded and explained: "I found it on the Internet. My husband happily bought the stone that was moved from Mount Fuji in the Meiji era. But..."

"Thank you, please rest for a while."

So Ye Jiusheng took Qianjing away, and only Conan and Takagi were left at this time.

"Conan."

"Officer Takagi, what's wrong?"

Conan stopped and turned to look at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"The murder this time is the same person as the Rolling Stone you encountered before, right? The purpose is to create an alibi."

This wave, Takagi is on the third floor.

When Conan was about to nod, he suddenly thought about his current identity.

Immediately smiled and said: "Officer Takagi, you should ask sister Xiaotang about this! I'm not a detective, nor a profiler or something."

"Ms. Tang said that this was a case 'because of love', and then she ran to the open space to play with drones."

After finishing speaking, Takagi sighed.

"It always feels like passing the promotion exam is purely luck."

The police will hold a variety of grade promotion exams throughout the year, and they stand out from the odds of winning by a few tenths.

I am happy that I have become a police officer, and I can become a side by side with Sato.

But when faced with a sudden junior, I felt the pressure instantly, afraid that I would not do well, and also afraid that I would not be able to guide the other party correctly.

I always feel that what I have mastered and what I know is too shallow.

So recently, he planned to offer a demotion.

"Officer Takagi, don't be discouraged! Sister Xiaotang said before that the Japanese police don't necessarily need a detective as a 'savior'. If you just give up like this, you will be sorry for those who have expected you back."

"I don't think Officer Sato is willing to see you looking downcast at this time."

Once people are in their place, they want to do things that bring them a sense of fulfillment.

Instead of always letting the detective, or the profiler, be the leader.

Takagi is like a child who longs for encouragement and praise from others, which has become his nutrient and motivation to move forward.

For a moment, he seemed to have been beaten again.

"This time, I will definitely find out the truth!"

After finishing speaking, Takagi immediately ran back to the living room and asked the four people for their alibi.

Conan's expression and movements at this time are very similar to Vulkan who stretched out his hand, but still couldn't call Ziwei.

At the presumed time of death on the bank of the Hoshizawa River, between 5:7 and [-]:[-] in the morning, Chijing and Nunokawa Koko were both in the main house, and a neighbor witnessed them.

When the stone fell at 10 o'clock, it was also in the main house, and I had confirmed it with the courier.

Taeko Itaba did not have an alibi during the presumed time of death.

But when the stone fell, he was with Qinghai Chuantang and others, so the alibi is valid.

Rumi Hoshimura was in Tokyo during the presumed time of death and took the 7:12 train, so the alibi was established.

But when the stone fell, there was no alibi, claiming to be walking in the forest.

To sum it up in this way, that is to say, no one person can murder the bank of the Xingzawa River and make the stone roll down at the same time.

"Well, can Officer Takagi interrupt me?"

"what happened?"

Bu Chuan Kuzi came over and said in a low voice: "Actually, just now, because Mrs. Xingzawa was present, it's not convenient for me to say. Mr. Xingzawa seems to have an extramarital affair."

Several times a month, Hoshizawa Kawagan lets himself pretend to meet him in Tokyo to discuss work.

But as for who the target is, Bu Chuan Kuzi is not clear.

After all, he wasn't too good at getting to the bottom of it.

"Senior Takagi, I found it!"

"what?"

Gao Mu walked over and saw Ye Jiusheng holding a cowhide notebook in his hand.

"It was in the bookcase, only it was covered in leather, so I thought it was weird."

"so."

"Senior Takagi, don't you have the experience of wrapping your sensual novels in a book cover?"

Facing the gossiping eyes of the other party, Takagi turned his head away and coughed in embarrassment.

"The happiness of adults, children don't understand."

Conan: Thank you, I was offended.

"Criminal Yejiu, lend me a look!"

After watching it, Conan showed an expression of "I see."

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Hoshizawa has a hobby of keeping a diary. It is recorded on it. He enjoys dating two female editors in private at the same time."

After Takagi took the diary and read it, he took out a "Guide to the Law of Prisoner Selection" from his pocket and began to look it up.

"So that's the case, it really is. It seems that my guess is correct."

His tone couldn't hide his joy.

Even though it's not the end yet, the other party looks convinced that he made the right choice, which made Conan curious about the book.

"Officer Takagi, can you lend me the book?"

After receiving the book handed by the other party, he turned to the first page, and saw the author's name printed besides the title of the book—Qinghai Chuantang.

Immediately, an unreliable breath rushed over.

It feels like solving the case has been child's play.

But after carefully looking at the catalog and content, I found that this is indeed a classic work that can be called a popular science textbook.

Starting from the minutiae, it teaches people how to piece together the scattered pieces into a complete picture.

"Officer Takagi."

Conan raised his head, and when he wanted to ask something, he found that the other party had already left.

Everyone gathered in the living room, waiting for Takagi to make his reasoning.

Uneasy, nervous, restless and excited, there is a faint hint of excitement in it.

Conan walked over quietly, sat on the sofa, and waited for the other party's reasoning show.

(End of this chapter)