Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 79 The opponent is a criminal police [Please read (ˉˉ)]

"boom--!"

In the middle of the fireworks display.

It was around 7 o'clock when Kogoro Mouri found the other two classmates, and he even went back to the hotel in the middle.

Gao Mo broke out in a cold sweat for this guy.

Fortunately, I didn’t sense the breath of death from the mustache.

The only one left was the beauty from the judo club who never showed up, and it was not clear what was going on.

Gao Mo glanced at the man with a mustache who was chatting and laughing with his classmates.

Nothing happened?

"I'm going back."

Gao Mo stood up and left the conference alone.

He was indeed indirectly interfering with the death process, but the feeling was different from the last time in the art museum.

"Brother Shiroto," Conan followed Gao Mo and asked thoughtfully, "Did you say anything to your uncle?"

"Nothing, I just think it's easy for something to go wrong with you around, so I told him to be more careful."

"What does it have to do with me?"

There were still few people in the hotel, only the elderly proprietress was cleaning the lobby.

The bloody aura that enveloped the hotel has also disappeared.

Everything returned to normal.

has it ended?

Gao Mo walked up to the second floor and stopped in front of Room 201 where Horikoshi Yumi lived. He knocked on the door several times but there was no response. Before he could start shouting, Conan next to him opened the door and rushed in.

The door is not locked.

"Snapped!"

Gao Mo turned on the light switch next to the door.

The expected body was not found, and there was no smell of blood.

The room was empty.

As a light rain began to fall outside, a cold wind blew in through the window.

The room is not big and the furnishings are clear at a glance. Except for the kotatsu table being slightly tilted, it is not much different from other rooms.

Conan lifted the lid of the heater and took a look, then he looked into the bathroom.

"Not here." Conan looked back at Gao Mo in confusion.

That kind of behavior... He thought something had happened.

"Ah."

Gao Mo glanced around and walked to the window.

There's no way nothing happened.

Otherwise the breath of death will not dissipate.

The glass window was not locked. After sliding it to the side, I could see the group of people with mustaches rushing back in the rain on the small road.

There is a circle of eaves on the outside.

Gao Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he found that a tile seemed to be out of place due to being stepped on.

"Oh no! Someone's dead!"

The boss's wife and employees screamed in fear from downstairs.

"It's the open-air bath at the back!"

Conan didn't have time to check the window. When he heard the sound, he immediately left Gao Mo and rushed out.

……

"Yumi!"

"How could this be?"

Open-air hot spring.

The bathing pool that Gao Mo had enjoyed not long ago was now completely stained red with blood.

In the rain, Yumi Horikoshi lay on the stone steps, her eyes wide open with an obvious bloody hole on her head. Her bathrobe had slipped off, and her body was pale, like a tragic doll.

Kogoro Mouri, who arrived later, saw the bloody and erotic scene in front of him with his eyes wide open. He had no unusual thoughts at all, but was trembling and almost couldn't stand.

I opened my mouth but didn't know what to say.

"why?"

"I've called the police," Nakamichi Kazushi said as he returned to the scene, "but they said there are a lot of festivals nearby and the traffic is terrible. They'll probably take two hours to get here."

Xiaolan hugged Conan and sobbed, wiping away tears: "Aunt Yumi...if only we hadn't left her in the hotel."

"No way, we called her too."

Kogoro Mouri's expression gradually turned serious. He suppressed his anger and calmly approached the bathtub.

"Has anyone moved here?"

"It was me," the female employee standing next to the boss's wife said fearfully. "When I came to clean, I saw she wasn't moving, and she didn't respond when I called out. Then... I saw all that blood, so I immediately went out to call the boss's wife."

"This is none of our business," the proprietress said anxiously, "We just got back..."

"I don't blame you."

Kogoro Mouri observed the scene in a solemn voice.

"The cause of death appears to be a gunshot wound to the temple...massive bleeding in the back of the brain, but no gun or anything like that was found..."

"Could she have fallen into the bathtub?" Nakamichi Kazushi found a camera and, acting like a detective, began taking photos of the scene. "Actually, when I came here today, Yumi was acting strangely. She said she was having a hard time and might as well be dead... I wish I had noticed sooner."

"It's hard to say it's suicide now."

Maori Kogoro turned to Gao Mo for help, his fingers tightly grasped his bathrobe, and he tried not to look at his other classmates.

"Kirouto, go back to the hotel first. Did you find anything?"

"I went to Miss Yumi's room first, and then ran down again when I heard the shouting."

Gao Mo glanced at everyone present.

As the body was discovered, the notes glimmered.

Text projections appeared above everyone's head as he watched.

Conan is [finding the truth and solving the case].

The man with the mustache means [find the murderer and confront him face to face].

Xiaolan just blames herself and doesn't have any useful information.

Besides, no one seems normal.

The wife in the couple thinks, "It's good that he died. Let this matter be over quickly," while the husband thinks, "It's a good thing he died. The past cannot be discovered."

Thinking of the couple's always harmonious and loving appearance, Gao Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Even now...

"Yumi!" The wife cried in her husband's arms, "How could Yumi die? We finally got together... wuwuwu!"

The husband comforted her softly, "It's okay. No one wants this to happen..."

Gao Mo felt like he had really entered the wrong world.

Or it was opened in the wrong way.

He would rather not know what these two people are thinking.

Gao Mo shook his head violently.

The fat man with glasses said, "Yumi couldn't have committed suicide. Who killed Yumi? I'm going to kill him!"

The last bald strong man Nakamichi Kazushi...

[I hope I didn’t leave any traces and classify this as suicide].

Gao Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

There is a chance to directly identify the murderer through projected information.

Nakamichi Kazushi is either the murderer or someone who is protecting the murderer...but at the moment, it seems more likely that this guy is the murderer.

The couple had an alibi, only Nakamichi Kazushi and the fat man had disappeared.

"Could it be Omura?" Maori Kogoro leaned over to Gao Mo and asked in a low voice, "I saw it. He was the one who was very abnormal at that time."

Fatty Omura is obviously not the murderer.

Gao Mo was still thinking and did not respond to the mustache for a while.

Regarding Zhongdao Hezhi, no one needs his protection, and the text message is directed at him.

He clearly intervened once and the man with the mustache tried again and again, but this guy still chose to kill.

It seemed he had to kill her, even at the risk of being discovered by the mustache guy...

"Maori," Gao Mo called out to the absent-minded Maori Kogoro, "Didn't you come back once? How was Miss Yumi at that time?"

Maori Kogoro looked slightly stunned. "I ran up and knocked on the door, and heard a loud noise. I thought Yumi was angry, so I left immediately... She has always hated being disturbed when she sleeps."

"Big noise?"

Gao Mo looked at Zhongdao and Zhi again.

After taking photos at the scene to collect evidence, the bald man pretended to look for clues, and only the man with a mustache stepped forward to help the corpse pull up the bathrobe to cover the exposed parts.

"Wow!"

I tried to open the super eagle eye, but didn't find anything special.

The other party is an experienced criminal policeman, and his crimes are much more serious than those of ordinary people.

There's no way you could make a mistake like firing a gun and leaving gunpowder residue or fingerprints.

Hot spring baths are also very convenient for covering up traces of crimes.

If the murder weapon is found at the bottom of the pool, the local police will probably end up leaving the case unsolved and treating it as a suicide.

Even big cities have a lot of confusing cases, not to mention this kind of countryside...

It seems that Nakamichi and Zhi had already planned to use this gathering to kill people.

How can we prove that this guy is the murderer?
Gao Mo tried to extract the task.

After the projected text dimmed briefly, only Zhongdao and Zhina were left.

Ah.

Without hesitation, proceed to the second draw.

How long had it been since he last drew a murderer? The first time was with that woman, Matsumoto Aya.

The task of the re-draw is to [find the murderer and confront him face to face]——Mouri Kogoro.

The text is a bit subtle, but overall it still proves that Nakamichi Kazushi is the murderer.

"Huh? That's weird..."

After Conan broke free from Xiaolan, he couldn't suppress his desire to reason and started his familiar "ah-le-le" again. Kogoro Mouri, who was already in a bad mood, punched him on the head with a heavy punch.

"Xiaolan, keep an eye on this brat!"

"it hurts!"

Conan, who was thrown out of the scene, walked to Gao Mo with his head in his hands.

"Kirouto-san, judging by the state of the body, the wounds are most likely caused by bullets, right? If it was suicide with a pistol, the muzzle would have been pressed so tightly against the head, leaving burn marks..."

Gao Mo ignored the guy.

He had just finished reading the "Police Academy Training Encyclopedia" in order to gain a preliminary understanding of the knowledge related to crime investigation.

There's no need for Conan to remind me.

Now he is no longer the layman with only observation skills.

……

Back to Horikoshi Yumi's room on the second floor, Gao Mo put his hands on his chest, turned on Eagle Vision again to check around, and began to integrate the clues and information in his mind.

In addition to the shifting of the fireplace table, there were slight dents and scratches on the tatami mat on the floor, and the luggage in the closet had obviously been rummaged through.

When the man with the mustache came back and knocked on the door, it was not Yumi Horikoshi who was inside the room, but someone who was rummaging through something.

In a panic, he accidentally bumped into the table and tripped, making a loud noise, and then hurriedly left through the eaves outside the window.

If the other party is really looking for something, maybe this can be used as a breakthrough point.

I'm just not sure if that person is Zhongdao and Zhihe or the other fat guy.

Gao Mowei closed his eyes, and suddenly a memory flashed through his mind.

When Nakamichi Kazushi squatted in the open-air bathroom just now, there were fresh scars on the calf of his left leg.

Just make sure the fat guy isn't hurt...

"what happened?"

"Where's your knee?"

Hotel lobby.

Gao Mo and Conan simultaneously checked the abrasion on Fatty Omura's right leg.

They all happened to be injured.

"She was pushed down on the way to the conference," the fat man said, still grieving over the goddess's death. "If I had insisted on asking Yumi to go out... maybe Yumi wouldn't have died."

"How could this happen?" Conan followed Gao Mo, his chin in his hand, his face slightly distressed. "The only clue is gone. Shiroto, do you have any other direction?"

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up and met Gao Mo's calm gaze.

"Um, haha... I think Kido-nii is really good at finding clues, so..."

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