Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

In other words, his crime time was less than the middle fifty minutes.

It takes ten minutes to slide from the cabin to the bottom of the slope.

In the remaining forty minutes, he had to climb to the top of the slope again. And in order to avoid accidents, he had to set aside at least ten minutes.

Thirty minutes of climbing in a snowstorm...

Lu Ren glanced at the steep slope covered with snow and thought that it would be difficult for even himself to climb up within thirty minutes, let alone an art college student.

Excluding the possibility of drowning in the lake, looking at the scene in front of us, it is easy to come to another conclusion.

——The murderer deliberately created the illusion that the deceased had drowned by throwing a skateboard into the lake.

Just to do that, throwing a skateboard isn't enough.

That is, the result of the autopsy must be death by drowning and suffocation, and if you want to do this...

Lu Ren looked at the college students who were huddled together to keep warm, "Besides here, are there any other lakes nearby?"

"No, only this place."

"OK." Lu Ren turned around and patted Conan on the head, "I found the evidence."

Conan, "?"

What do you mean by finding evidence? Have you been watching this for five minutes?

Seeing that Conan was still puzzled, Lu Ren did not hide his intention to be the Riddler. After briefly sorting out his thoughts, "First of all, it can be confirmed that the deceased fell into the lake and drowned. It was just an illusion created by the murderer."

"Yeah. Although there is a skateboard in the lake, she didn't wear goggles or gloves. She didn't look like she was out skiing."

Huh?

Lu Ren took another look and found that it was exactly what Conan said.

It seems that his observation of subtleties is still not as good as Conan's. If this could be discovered at the outset, there would be no need for lengthy arguments.

After secretly remembering this point, Lu Ren withdrew his gaze and continued calmly: "Once this point is confirmed, the murderer will be exposed instantly."

"Brother Ren, do you know how the murderer dumped the body?"

"I don't know." Lu Ren waved his hand, "It doesn't really matter, as long as you grasp the key points. You still remember a case we cracked, the murder of a rich man's daughter."

"Which one?"

"I can't remember the name. I can only say that in that case, the deceased was obviously drowned in water and suffocated to death, but the murderer wanted to create the illusion that she was pinned down in the pool and suffocated to death."

Hearing this, Conan's pupils shrank sharply.

Seeing his performance, Lu Ren smiled and said, "It seems you have understood. Today's case is exactly the opposite."

Conan: "The deceased was pinned to death in the pool, but the murderer created the illusion that she drowned."

"Yes. There is a substantial difference between the two ways of death. The former has water accumulation in the lungs, and the latter does not have water accumulation in the lungs."

Lu Ren looked at his slender fingers as if admiring a piece of art.

"After an autopsy, we found out that she was actually killed intentionally, and we naturally found out where the murderer committed the crime. It was either the murderer's room or the deceased's room."

"The crime took place in the murderer's room."

Conan corrected Lu Ren's statement and gave corresponding explanations.

"If it was the deceased's room, the murderer would have put gloves and goggles on the deceased to avoid exposing any flaws."

"So the evidence to solve the case is hidden in the pool in the murderer's room. The deceased's hair, fingerprints, and DNA should be found there. Coupled with the communication records, it is completely enough to convict him."

"I see." Lu Ren patted Conan's head and praised, "Well done."

"..."

With this analysis, the murderer's method of dumping the body becomes irrelevant.

But Conan was a little unwilling. He still wanted to follow his own habits and fully introduce the process of solving the case, even if the case was basically declared solved.

"Brother Ren, aren't you curious about the murderer's method of dumping the body?"

"I'm not curious. I really want to know. When the case is solved, I can directly ask the murderer."

"How can this be done?"

Conan shook his head like a rattle.

"If you really want to know, I have a clue here."

Lu Ren informed Conan of the previous discovery. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with the snowman, but there was no doubt that there was something wrong.

"The snowman's head..." Conan's glasses suddenly began to reflect light, "I know!"

"Oh?"

"The murderer used the snowman made by Genta and the others. He took off the snowman's head and rolled it into a big snowball to serve as the snowman's body."

"As for Yukio's original body, it was used as a murder prop. The snowball was a vacuum. After the murderer killed the deceased, he put her and the skateboard in it."

"Then he pushed the snowball down the hill and let it roll all the way into the lake. The snowball melted when it met the water, creating the illusion that the deceased had drowned."

Lu Ren asked: "Can it be done? The snowball won't scatter?"

"Use salt. The salt will melt the snow. The melted snow absorbs heat and causes the unmelted snow around it to harden. This creates a solid snowball!"

Conan paused for a moment, "The snow in the ski resort uses the same principle, but it uses ammonium sulfate instead of salt, and calcium chloride is used to melt snow on the road."

"in this way."

Lu Ren knew that spreading salt would melt the snow, but he didn't know what happened next. This was a gap in knowledge accumulation.

And Conan's level of thinking is really high enough. Just by looking at a snowman's head, one can deduce that the murderer placed the deceased in a hollow snowball.

Asking himself, Lu Ren knew that he couldn't do this, at least not yet.

"Yes, quite impressive." Lu Ren patted Conan's head in approval.

"..."

Conan responded with a stiff smile.

The case has been solved by you in advance, and now you come back to praise him for his greatness. Should he be happy, or should he be happy...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 454 Never Stop

The police car came in with a filthy sound and left in a filthy sound soon after.

Faced with the extremely detailed, eyewitness-like description of the crime and irrefutable evidence, Itabashi Ichiya's performance did not exceed expectations.

Like many of his criminal predecessors, he confessed to his crimes.

As for the motive for the murder...

I'll explain these things to him slowly after he goes in.

Lu Ren was not interested anyway. After watching the police car leave, he turned and walked towards the cabin. Xiao Ai was still waiting for him there.

Rather than listening to the prisoners' plea, Lu Ren would rather stay with Xiao Ai.

Seeing Lu Ren leave as soon as he said he would, Conan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed him.

"Brother Ren, what shall we do next?"

"Next... let's go eat something." Lu Ren touched his stomach. "When I was looking for someone, I ate too hastily. It felt like I didn't eat at all."

Recalling that scene, Conan was quite impressed. "You are really amazing. Seeing those three people standing there, not knowing what happened, you started eating like crazy."

"The more you come into contact with it, the more you get used to it."

That kind of subconscious behavior doesn't require any thought at all. Lu Ren himself couldn't tell whether it was because of his skill perception or he was really used to it.

"But it's already two o'clock, the restaurant should be out of food, right?"

"I brought some food. Ask them when you get back. The room I booked at noon includes overnight accommodation. Do you think they are going to play for a while in the afternoon and then go back, or will they stay overnight and go back tomorrow?"

"It's possible, but I guess they plan to stay here for one night."

"Ah."

Lu Ren also wanted to stay here for one night, not because of the rent, but because he found this place quite suitable for reading and writing.

It's relatively quiet here, and the white snow scene makes it easy for people to calm down.

When you are tired of reading or writing, opening the window to enjoy the breeze and looking at the snow outside is a good way to relax.

He now could understand why the three music creators he had met not long ago rented a villa in the mountains.

A quiet environment is indeed conducive to calming down and thinking.

Maybe he will have to consider buying a small house in the mountains in the future. Especially if he really wants to be a writer, in addition to being able to concentrate on writing, he can also use it to avoid editors who come to his house to urge him to submit his manuscripts...

After returning to the cabin, Huihara and the others were still waiting for them in the restaurant.

Conan stepped forward and asked whether they should stay overnight, and the three of them instantly reached a consensus.

——I'll go back tomorrow. Anyway, there's nothing to do back home, and I can still play in the snow here.

After hearing that the snowman they built was "blown down by the wind", the three of them pulled the doctor and hurriedly walked towards the back door of the cabin.

Conan also followed out with a skateboard.

In a blink of an eye, they were the only two left. Lu Ren looked at Huiyuan, "Ai, are you going to go out and play with me? Or do you want to continue reading?"

When Huiyuan heard the latter option, his eyes lit up for a moment, and he said without hesitation: "Read a book."

"It works."

……

Time passed quickly, and it was already the next day. Lu Ren checked out of the room and drove the group down the mountain.

With Huibara's help last night, Lu Ren sorted out the original framework of the book, which is the outline of the work itself.

Generally speaking, writers should write an outline before writing a book, making it clear what kind of story they want to write and the specific context of the story.

But the problem is that Lu Ren didn't find anything like this in the original laptop. When he asked Wantian, the latter also said that he had not touched the original computer.

In other words, he may not have originally written an outline, and the story of the entire work only existed in his mind.

In this situation, Lu Ren could only praise the work as a genius and then choose to organize and summarize the outline of the work himself.

Fortunately, the progress was good. With the help of Xiaoai, I basically finished it in one night.

After dropping off a few people at the doctor's house, Lu Ren drove directly to the newspaper office.

……

In the evening, Lu Ren left the newspaper office and headed for the Maori Detective Agency.

After going to the newspaper office this morning, he handed the organized outline and the original manuscript to Bei Dao.

The outline has been sorted out, but it is still unclear whether it is correct.

After all, being misinterpreted is the fate of the expresser. Although he was very confident, Lu Ren was not sure that he and Xiao Ai's understanding of the book was correct.

I still have to let others take a look. If Bei Dao thinks it's ok, I'll start writing the manuscript right away.

After finishing writing and revising, I will follow the original plan and immediately write a detailed press release on the Wantian incident, and then publish the book after the popularity increases.

The whole plan should be started sooner rather than later.

After working for nearly a day, Lu Ren successfully sorted out his creative ideas, that is, he wrote the outline of the ending part.

The next thing to do is to complete the story according to the outline.

Lu Ren originally wanted to invite Bei Dao to go out for dinner together, firstly to relax and rest, and secondly to express his gratitude.

After all, he had been busy all day, and Bei Dao had been busy all day as well.

However, Bei Dao shook his head and refused, saying that he would celebrate properly after the success.

Seeing her firm attitude, Lu Ren did not insist. He ordered a takeout of Bao Sushi, and they ate together in the newspaper office.

After finishing the takeaway, Lu Ren said goodbye and left with the takeaway box, and drove to Maori Law Firm to see if he could get another case tonight.

Writing a book may be a long-term goal in his future life, but for now, it can only be regarded as a small goal in life.