I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Seeing that the Playboy was about to collapse from the torture of the Inspector, Serabell interrupted again.

"It's really unlikely to be him. It took less than two seconds from the time he entered the bathroom to the time he screamed. I don't think anyone could have strangled an adult woman, stabbed her, robbed her, and disguised themselves as someone else in such a short time."

"That's true..."

Inspector Megure touched his chin and suddenly realized that what he had just said was stupid. He couldn't help but laugh out loud while rubbing the buzz cut behind his head.

"Hey, I was just joking, hahahaha, hahahaha..."

You better be kidding.

The trainee investigator thought silently.

Since the first suspicion has been mostly cleared, Megure turns to the next victim...oh no, the suspect.

He was the college student who was busy writing a thesis with a face full of stubble and looked like a 27-year-old young programmer.

"You! What kind of work are you doing?!"

"I, I came here today to finish my thesis, because the deadline is approaching, and it's very noisy in the dormitory because my roommates are all playing games, so I just came out to write." The weathered scholar said, scratching his head.

It's a reasonable explanation.

In fact, there are many people who work or write papers in cafes nowadays, which can be considered a very common phenomenon.

After all, compared with dormitories and rental houses, the environment in a cafe is often much better, and you can sit there for an entire afternoon with a cup of coffee. It is quiet and has air conditioning, and the price-performance ratio is simply amazing.

Oh, except for those who go to Xingbaoke and order American coffee, which is really unpalatable and expensive, with no value for money at all.

Then, the last one came the burly man with a turban. He raised his right hand with a bandage on and raised the middle finger and said with a smile: "I am an old friend of the owner of this cafe. I came here to chat with him today. You can ask the owner about this and you will know..."

The questioning of the suspect's purpose was still ongoing. At the same time, Serabelle, who was looking around out of boredom, accidentally caught a glimpse of a primary school student wearing glasses who was staring at his palm without saying a word, with a very serious expression on his face.

Is this an attempt to condense a spirit bomb?

Serabelle leaned over to take a look and immediately exclaimed, "Oh!"

It was a small pool of dried blood.

"Injured? Or did you get it from somewhere?"

"No, this should be..."

Conan looked up at the upper edge of the door frame of the compartment where the body of the deceased was found earlier.

"Brother Bell, could you please go to the door frame and take a look?"

"On the door frame? Wasn't it already—"

As if realizing something, Serabelle stopped talking abruptly.

The next second, under the depressed gazes of everyone in the bathroom, he hooked his hand on the upper edge of the door frame again, and with a light pull, he moved up. His movements were light and silent, with the beauty of a monkey's arms stretching out gently.

"How is it? Is there one?" Conan asked, looking up.

"To be honest, there is." Serabel's calm voice came from above.

The specific location was less than half a meter to the right of the upper edge of the door frame where his hand was hooked. A bloodstain in the same shape as Conan's palm mark was stained on the white-painted steel frame, which was extremely conspicuous.

As for why I didn't see it before, it was probably because when I poked my head in, my attention was focused on the bottom of the compartment, and when I retracted my head, that area was pressed by some not-so-clean little hand, so I didn't see it either.

"Is there...is there something?"

Inspector Megure was confused as he listened to the two people talking in charades.

The main thing is that he didn’t hear the forensic department say what was on it?

Serabelle didn't answer immediately. She just jumped back and landed lightly, then clapped her hands to dust herself off.

"A belated surprise. By the way, I already know the criminal's modus operandi. If you cooperate, I am sure I can find the murderer within ten minutes."

"Really, really?!"

Inspector Megure was stunned at first, then his eyes lit up with joy.

As the old saying goes, it doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it is a good cat. This saying also applies here.

It doesn't matter whether you are a Japanese detective or a British detective, as long as you can solve the case, you are a good detective.

What's more, it was almost noon now, and these policemen were called out by a call before they had time to eat. They were still hungry. If they could quickly pack up and return to the Metropolitan Police Department, they might be able to make it in time for lunch in the cafeteria.

"What do you mean, accept my proposal?"

Serabelle looked around the restroom.

Half a minute later, as the bathroom door was closed tightly, only two men were left in the not-so-spacious space.

Serabelle, and a certain long-haired playboy who was unlucky enough to be the first one chosen to be a guinea pig.

Conan originally wanted to stay, but was dragged out by a certain lawyer, and he was as obedient as a cat with fate pinched by the scruff of its neck.

Both sides looked at each other.

The trainee investigator leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, tapping the ground with the toes of his leather shoes in an urgent manner.

"What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes quickly. There are several people waiting in line behind you."

"……What?"

Chapter 10 You can insult my reasoning ability, but you cannot insult my common sense

Two minutes later, the bathroom door opened again.

The playboy who was previously drawn by Serabelle to win the first prize and was left alone inside came out with a strange gait and a sad face.

How should I put it? It's not the kind of limping that happens after being punched. It's not that exaggerated.

To be honest, it's more like when diarrhea runs down my pants, and in order to remain calm and not let others notice, I try hard to appear relaxed and natural, but it ends up having the opposite effect.

The whole person was stiff.

Especially that face that was as gloomy as a defeated dog, as if all the glory of a man had been completely destroyed.

You have to know that it was only two minutes. What exactly happened in there?

Inspector Megure was also frightened by his appearance and hurried forward to ask.

"Um, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay... I'm fine..."

The Playboy looked away as if he had something to hide.

He subconsciously ran his hands back and forth over his body, making sure there was nothing left undone before turning to the bearded college student who was busy writing his thesis.

"Okay, it's your turn next, go in."

"Oh oh..."

So the scholar went in.

The scholar came out.

The same complexion was as gloomy as a defeated dog, adding a bit of sadness to the already weathered face.

He looked at the turbaned burly man and poked the bathroom door behind him with his thumb without even turning his head.

"It's your turn, go in."

"Stop, stop, stop...I said wait a minute!"

Seeing the first two people who went in and came out completely wilted as if they were shouted at by the dog-head, the burly man with the turban began to feel a little nervous. He stretched out his big hands with thick knuckles, and put them on the shoulders of the scholar and playboy on the left and right respectively, and said nervously.

"You two have been in there before, so tell me a little bit. What did he ask me to do after I went in? Why did you all look like this when you came out?"

"Huh?"*2

As soon as the words fell, two defeated faces turned from left to right and from right to left at the same time, looked at each other, and spoke to the turbaned burly man at the same time.

"It's nothing, just like a physical examination at a hospital."

"You'll know when you go there, everyone is the same."

"...You make me even more uneasy when you say that!"

The burly man in the turban was sweating profusely.

But there was no way, what was coming would come, so he went in too.

The door opened and closed. In the bathroom, Serabel was still leaning against the wall as before. When he saw the burly man coming in, he was too lazy to even move. He uttered the simplest monosyllables from his lips and teeth with ease.

"Take off."

"..."

It was indeed the physical examination process.

Thinking that everyone else was doing the same thing, there was no need for him to do anything special. The burly man quickly stripped himself down to his boxer briefs, revealing his muscular body. He crossed his fingers behind his head and stood on tiptoes to try to squat down.

"How about we stay in this position for 20 seconds or half a minute?"

"Need not."

After searching all the pockets of the sturdy man's coat to confirm that there were no suspicious items, Serabelle casually put it in a clean place beside the pool, looked up at the former and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Why are you still wearing shorts?"

"Ah, do you want to take off your shorts too?"

Upon hearing that even the last bit of fig leaf had to be taken off, even the burly man couldn't help but blush, and even his hands behind his back loosened.

Although people should show their strengths as much as possible, they shouldn't be strengths in this area.

"This is a necessary examination, and you..." Serabelle paused, tilted her head slightly and looked at the sturdy man's bandaged finger, "What's wrong with your finger?"

"Well, I accidentally broke it while playing baseball last week. Hahaha, but it's no big deal." The sturdy man scratched his head and laughed heartily.

"fracture?"

"It's not that serious, just a sprain."

"The swelling should be almost gone in a week, right?"

"Yes, yes. Although it still hurts a little, I can already hold some things in the past two days. It shouldn't affect my daily life."

"Then take it off."

Serabelle said calmly as she checked the pockets of the sturdy man's trousers.

But this time there was no response for a long time.

?

The trainee investigator turned his head slightly to cast an inquiring look, and saw that the burly man who had been talking nonstop a few seconds ago was frozen in place as if Kamen Rider Kronos had pressed the pause button, his mouth open, as if he wanted to say something but stopped, and his jaw opening and closing slightly back and forth.

"what happened?"

"Uh... this, this is not necessary. You see, your clothes and pants have been checked, and I will be asked to take off my shorts later. But the bandage is for my injured finger. No matter how hard you think about it, it is impossible to hide the murder weapon in here!" The sturdy man was inexplicably flustered, but still argued.

“This is a necessary check.”

With just a few words, Serabelle shut down all the other party's excuses.

The sturdy man fell silent and stood there without saying a word.

Serabelle continued, "I'm just a trainee detective. I don't know much about deduction, induction, and analogy, but this is the simplest logic problem. The victim died in a toilet cubicle with the window open. But according to the store surveillance, no one has ever come out since entering the toilet. This means the murderer can only be one of the four of you who followed the victim into the toilet."

"Secondly, the deceased was found with his back against the cubicle door, without any gap in between, and the cubicle door opened inwards, which means that the deceased had not been moved after he fell."

"Since the cubicle door opens inwards, if the murderer wanted to get out of the cubicle after committing the crime, the only way left would be to crawl out through the gap between the cubicle and the ceiling."

"But this will lead to another problem. Although the dagger will not cause too much blood to flow out when it is stabbed into the human body, a large amount of blood will splatter when it is pulled out. How can the dagger be pulled out in such a small space like the compartment without even a trace of blood on the body and the handle of the dagger?"

"There is only one answer. That is, the murderer threw the body into the compartment from above with a dagger stuck in it, and a rope was wrapped around the handle of the knife to prevent the blood from spurting out. As the body fell, the dagger was pulled out of the body due to inertia and friction, and the death scene was eventually fabricated to make it look like the deceased was killed in the compartment and the murderer escaped through the window."

"As to this, the little blood stain on the beam above the compartment where the crime occurred can prove it."

After saying such a long string of words in one breath, Serabelle paused, her eyes fell back on the bandage on the sturdy man's right middle finger, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course you can explain all of the above as my unilateral imagination, but the only thing I can't understand is, is there really someone in this world who would use a bandage nearly two meters long to bandage just one finger?"

"When people talk about poor bandaging skills, they describe them as mummies or carrots, but you... are already a beet."