Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 629: An Actor's Self-cultivation! (Seeking monthly votes!)
"Um……"

Bai Ye and Maori Kogoro looked at each other, then took a deep breath, put on gloves, slowly approached Horikoshi Yumi's body, and carefully touched her wounds.

His fingers gently slid across the edge of the wound, his brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, not missing any clues, trying to decipher the tragic experience of the deceased from these wounds.

Kogoro Mouri walked around to the other side of the corpse and slowly squatted down.

His eyes were sharp, and they flashed with the sharpness and persistence that only a detective can show. He stared at Yumi Horikoshi's feet and examined them carefully. His expression was so solemn that he seemed to be carrying a heavy burden. "Hmm! Her toes are starting to stiffen!"

Hearing this, Nakamichi Hezhi nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the body, and he said thoughtfully: "So, she has been dead for some time!"

Maori Kogoro raised his head and looked at Nakamichi Kazushi: "That should be the case. Then, let me take a look at the corpse spots as well."

"it is good……"

Nakamichi Kazushi frowned slightly, a trace of worry flashing across his face, "But she lost so much blood, I'm afraid even if we check for corpse spots, it won't be very reliable and meaningless."

Kogoro Maori sighed slightly.

How could he not understand this as a seasoned detective.

However, even though we understand it, we still need to do the necessary checks.

After all, what if the clue is hidden in the corpse spots?

Although this possibility is very small, it is not impossible.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will never let it go, because this is not only his persistence in adhering to the truth, but also to give an explanation to his old classmate Yumi Horikoshi.

Thinking of this, Kogoro Mouri frowned, and slowly but decisively, he gently took off Yumi Horikoshi's clothes.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't check it. When Yumi Horikoshi's yukata was opened, Maori Kogoro was shocked and his voice unconsciously rose: "Hey! Yumi is not wearing any underwear, what's going on!"

“That’s not the only strange thing.”

At some point, Conan slid in like a nimble little mouse. He glanced at the corpse and raised his eyebrows slightly. His smart eyes gleamed with wisdom, revealing a maturity and sharpness that did not match his age. "I remember that when we were in the hall just now, Aunt Yumi was wearing a smaller yukata that was fitted, but this one is much larger now."

Conan paced around the room while talking, looking like a little detective. "And the finger holding the gun was not on the trigger, but was stiff outside the trigger. And the strangest thing is the wound on her head..."

Before he could finish his words, Conan stopped abruptly, because he keenly sensed a dangerous aura, like a cold snake's tongue, approaching quietly.

He looked up alertly, only to see Kogoro Mouri clenching his fists. His face was as gloomy as the dark clouded sky before a storm. He was staring at him, his eyes cold and dangerous, as if he was going to teach him a lesson in the next second.

"Conan you little brat..."

Maori Kogoro's eyes widened as he glared at a certain "uninvited" brat, his eyes burning with rage, as if he was going to devour everything in front of him in the next second, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me while I'm investigating the case!"

Before he finished speaking, he thrust out his big hand like a pair of steel pliers, easily grasped Conan's collar, and then, like picking up a helpless chicken, he threw Conan out the door with a "whoosh". The action was done in one go, with undisguised anger.

"dad……"

Seeing Conan being thrown out like a small cannonball, Mao Lilan hurried forward with her hair fluttering with her hurried steps, and her eyes were full of concern and worry.

However, what she cared about was not Conan, who was nearly beaten up, but the progress of this case: "Did you find out anything?"

This is not the first time that a certain shrunken high school detective has entered a crime scene without permission from adults.

The other party seemed to have completely forgotten that he was just a child now, and no longer the famous and powerful high school detective.

As a "little child" who has forgotten her own identity, she does not deserve any sympathy for being taught a lesson so mercilessly by her father.

After all, if those truly ignorant children follow the other party's example, not only will they easily destroy crucial clues inadvertently, causing the case to come to a standstill, but the crime scene often hides unpredictable dangers. If they are not careful, these inexperienced children may fall into an irretrievable desperate situation, with disastrous consequences!

Moreover, compared to Conan's experience, she is now more concerned about whether the cause of death of Aunt Horikoshi Yumi was suicide or homicide.

Because this not only involves whether justice can be served and the truth can be revealed to the world, but also concerns the loss of a life.

Maori Kogoro took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger in his chest, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead due to anger and nervousness, straightened his messy collar, and tried to calm himself down. His voice was steady and powerful, revealing the professionalism and calmness accumulated over many years of detective career, but there was still a hint of subtle solemnity and fatigue in his eyes: "Judging from the stiffness of her body, Yumi has been dead for at least seven hours."

When Omura Jun heard this, his eyes moved rapidly, and he quickly calculated the time in his mind. He came up with the answer almost instantly: "Counting from now, seven hours will be three o'clock in the afternoon."

Ayashiro Yukio then said, his voice trembling unconsciously, with a barely perceptible nervousness in his tone: "That was when we separated from Yumi and went to play table tennis at the table tennis court."

His eyes were a little wandering, as if he was trying hard to recall the scene at that time, not missing any details that might be related to the case.

Nakamichi Kazushi stood aside, frowning slightly, his eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, and speculated thoughtfully: "Yes, could it be that after Yumi left us and returned to the room alone, she shot herself in the head with the gun she hid?"

His voice was not loud, but in this relatively quiet environment, every word was clearly audible, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in everyone's hearts, making everyone's thoughts involuntarily drawn by him. Maori Kogoro nodded slightly, his brows still furrowed, and said thoughtfully: "In that case, she seems to have committed suicide."

There was a hint of uncertainty in his words, as if he was waiting for more evidence to support this seemingly reasonable inference.

Ayashiro Noriko looked puzzled and shook her head slightly, somewhat disagreeing with Maori Kogoro's point of view: "But why did she commit suicide? There is absolutely no reason."

"No, there is a reason. And, she told us the reason a long time ago!" Ayashiro Yukio's face was gloomy, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse, "You forgot that Yumi said this in the living room during the day: 'Think about it, I really don't want to live anymore'. That's right, she must have been desperate for a long time, so she did this."

Listening to the conversation of several people, Bai Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, then gently covered Horikoshi Yumi's body with clothes. His movements were gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing the peace of the deceased.

After covering Yumi Horikoshi's smooth body, Bai Ye walked out of the room at a leisurely pace, and then pretended to look at Maori Kogoro with curiosity, with just the right amount of confusion on his face: "Hey, Uncle Maori, how did Miss Yumi shoot herself in the head?"

"Does this even need to be asked?"

Maori Kogoro responded unhappily, and as he spoke, he gestured with his hand to show the action of pointing a gun at his temple, "Of course she pointed the gun at her head like this, and then..."

Halfway through his words, Kogoro Mouri suddenly realized something, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body froze in place.

In an instant, a thought flashed through his mind. This thought was like a bolt of lightning, piercing through his originally firm thinking and causing his mind to go blank in an instant.

He didn't care about the looks of the people around him, nor did he have time to explain, he turned around and hurried back to the scene. Then he lifted the clothes covering Yumi Horikoshi and carefully examined her wounds, his movements were urgent and haphazard, his eyes were full of unprecedented tension and concentration.

When Nakamichi Kazushi saw Maori Kogoro's unusual behavior, his heart skipped a beat, as if he had a bad premonition. He didn't care about much else and hurriedly chased after him, his face full of worry and confusion, and asked, "What's wrong, Kogoro? What's going on?"

However, Kogoro Mori did not answer him immediately, but stared at the wound with his brows twisted into a knot.

The wound looked particularly hideous under the dim light, like a twisted mouth, as if telling an unknown secret.

After a moment, he slowly spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, revealing endless shock and confusion. "Hezhi, usually when someone shoots himself, the muzzle of the gun should be close to his head, right?" There was a hint of expectation in his voice, expecting Nakamichi Hezhi to agree with his idea.

Nakamichi Kazushi nodded slightly, his eyes full of doubts and his voice filled with uncertainty, as if he was also waiting for Maori Kogoro to unveil the mysterious veil, "That's indeed the case..."

Maori Kogoro continued, his tone becoming more and more determined, as if he had found the direction to move forward in the darkness: "But look, Yumi's wound does not have what it should have, that is, burns."

His fingers trembled slightly as he gently pointed at the wound on Yumi Horikoshi's temple.

There, apart from the bullet wounds and dried blood, there was no trace of the burn marks that should have been there.

“Yes.” Nakamichi Hezhi suddenly realized something, and the confusion on his face became even stronger. “There should be burns, but there aren’t any.”

As he spoke, his eyes seemed to be stuck with glue, lingering tightly on Yumi Horikoshi's wound, not missing any details, trying to dig out the hidden answers from that seemingly ordinary wound.

Bai Ye looked at him deeply, then walked forward, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and calmly analyzed: "Normally, when people commit suicide with a pistol, they will aim the muzzle at the head. When they pull the trigger, there will be high-temperature hot air accompanying the bullet, so there should be burn scars on the wound. But Miss Youmei's wound does not have any..."

His voice was steady and powerful, and every word he said was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples and stirring up waves in everyone's hearts, causing a radical change in their understanding of the case.

Maori Kogoro took over the conversation, his tone suppressing the raging anger, like a volcano about to erupt: "If there are no burns..."

This means that his old classmate did not commit suicide at all, but was brutally murdered!

Bai Ye made a decisive conclusion, his voice reverberating in the room: "This shows that Miss Yumi did not commit suicide, but was killed and disguised as suicide, making us mistakenly believe that this was a suicide case. And this was definitely done by someone staying in the hotel!"

Maori Kogoro clenched his fists, his joints turned white due to the force, his eyes revealed anger and determination: "Yes, he deliberately made Yumi look like she committed suicide, and the murderer is in this hotel!"

"how come?"

"Who on earth did such a cruel thing?"

Hearing this shocking conclusion, the room exploded instantly. Ayashiro Noriko covered her mouth in horror, her eyes wide open, full of fear and disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that her friend would encounter such a terrible murder; Omura Jun's face also turned pale, as if the blood had been drained, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he was frightened by this sudden truth;
Although Conan was left aside by Kogoro Mouri, he sneaked back when Bai Ye was discussing the case with others.

At this moment, he heard all of this, and his eyes were shining with excitement, as if he had found the key clue to solve the puzzle.

"No matter who killed Yumi, we must find the murderer as soon as possible and not let him get away with it!"

Kogoro Mouri took in the reactions on everyone's faces and narrowed his eyes slightly.

His eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, as if conveying his firm determination to solve the case, and as if he was examining each and every one of them, suspecting that the murderer was hiding among them.

Noticing his gaze, a trace of displeasure flashed across Ayashiro Yukio's face, and he raised his voice and asked, "Do you suspect that this was done by the two of us?"

His expression was slightly agitated, and his hands were unconsciously clenched. He seemed to be angry and aggrieved by Maori Kogoro's suspicion. "Did the two of us kill Yumi?"

(End of this chapter)