Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

The hero of the story appears.

This is it. Mumu let go of his hand and looked at it intently.

In the surveillance screen, Ichimao Manaka stood under a huge painting, looking at his watch from time to time, looking a little impatient.

Time passed by, and a quarter of an hour later, another protagonist appeared.

This man was wearing a suit of medieval armor, and his whole body was covered tightly.

You can’t tell who it is?

Everyone was slightly disappointed, but the next moment, they all held their breath.

The armored knight raised the long sword in his hand and struck Manaka Ichisho with his back to him!

Three minutes later, Mumu reached out and paused the monitoring screen with a very ugly look on his face.

In all his years of handling cases, he has rarely seen such a crazy and cruel murderer.

The sword strike just now knocked Manaka Ichisho to the ground. Using his hands and feet, he rolled and climbed close to the wall.

Blood spurted from the wound and flowed all over the floor.

But Zhenzhong had no time to care at this time. He knew that he could not escape this disaster, so he grabbed the pen on the table next to him and wrote quickly trying to leave a death message.

But before he could write two sentences, the knight swung his sword again, first slashing Manaka vertically in front of his face, then grabbing Manaka's neck with one hand and driving him directly into the wall.

The sword in his right hand followed and pierced Manaka's neck.

Just like that, Manaka was nailed to the wall with his legs dangling in the air.

Blood gushed out of the wound, and he put his hands to his neck, making a final struggle. This was a futile move that only accelerated the death process. He struggled like this for a while, and finally stopped moving.

Shinaka's eyes bulged out, his mouth opened wide, and half of his tongue hung out, like a toad nailed to the wall.

The constant flow of blood is his last trace in the world.

After confirming Zhenzhong's death, the murderer calmly left the scene of the crime, walking on the blood. The bloody armor looked like a knight who had just returned from the battlefield.

The picture was frozen in this scene.

No one present cheered for him. They only have dignity and anger.

This is not an era of samurai ethics, and this man is not a knight of glory, he is just a despicable and cruel criminal who tramples on the law.

"Damn it." Mumu cursed in a low voice.

"Officer Memu, I have something to tell you. Let's go out first."

Is there anything I can't say here?

Is it possible that Lu Ren already knows who the murderer is?

Thinking of this, Mu Mu's eyes lit up, he took Lu Ren's hand and walked out, "Okay, let's go out and talk."

After leaving the monitoring room, Mu Mu was calmly excited and said with anticipation, "Brother Lu Ren, please tell me."

"That's it"

Lu Ren fully informed Memu of Bei Dao Xiao's previous discovery.

"Do you doubt the curator here?"

Lu Ren nodded, "We thought he wore armor to gain popularity, but now that we think about it, he probably practiced in advance to kill people."

"It makes sense. I believe you too, but brother Lu Ren, our police handle cases and they pay attention to evidence. What you just said is not supported by evidence. And the curator is also very old. You know."

There are some disgraceful but useful methods that are not suitable for Ochiai to use.

"Yes, that armor. With such a short time, he must not have time to deal with the armor. It must be hidden somewhere."

"Yeah!" Mu Mu nodded excitedly, then said sheepishly, "Brother Lu Ren, can you roughly guess where it is hidden? This art museum is a bit big."

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Forget it, just send the Buddha to the west.

Lu Ren began to recall the original plot.

Seeing his posture, Mu Mu instantly knew that he was stable.

After a moment, Lu Ren said slowly, "The armor may be placed in the employee locker. Not only does Ochiai have a disagreement with Manaka, but he also has a conflict with one of his employees, Kubota. He may very well put this blame on Kubota's head. "

"Hmm, I'll send someone to look for it right now." Just as Megure was about to take action, he had a new question, "But brother Lu Ren, even if we find him, it won't be able to convict Ochiai. This not only shows that, that Why is Kubota suspicious?"

You have solved cases for so many years. What are you doing?

Lu Ren grimaced, "There must be hair and dander left in the armor. Let's compare it to DNA."

"right."

"Even if it doesn't happen, there is another trick. There are gaps in the armor, and blood definitely seeped in through the gaps. This time is not enough for Ochihe to deal with the blood stains.

It's probably just a rub, and it will react with luminol on his clothes. Do you know the luminol reaction? "

Memu nodded, "I still know this."

"That's fine. Let's take a step back. If Ochiai throws away the clothes, they won't be thrown far. Maybe they'll be put together with the armor. After you find the clothes, you can collect the fingerprints on them. That's it for now. If it doesn't work, I'll think about it later. trick."

"Uh-huh."

Memu walked towards the Hell Exhibition Hall.

Lu Ren reached out and pressed his forehead. In this case, the reasoning in the original work was a bit sloppy. The evidence is equally sketchy.

Lu Ren didn't want to use that, he preferred conclusive evidence.

Sure enough, the police successfully found the blood-stained armor in Kubota's locker.

A short while later, after Ochiai learned about the police's high-tech crime-solving methods, he became dejected and confessed to his crime.

As for the subsequent confession, Lu Ren didn't listen at all and left with Bei Dao Xiao.

repent?

Once you're in jail, you'll have plenty of time to repent.

As for the transcript of this case.

Let’s talk about it when we have time.

Anyway, Memu wouldn't bother him with this kind of thing.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 52 Cherish life

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lu Ren stopped writing and began to carefully proofread the manuscript he had just written.

After confirming that there were no typos, he breathed a sigh of relief, put down the pen and began to move his wrist and fingers.

Prevent tenosynovitis.

Tenosynovitis is an occupational disease among manual workers.

Lu Ren was tortured by this all his life, and it left a considerable psychological shadow on him.

Fortunately, not yet in this life.

But precautions must be taken. It would be very troublesome if it really happened.

After a while of activity, Lu Ren stood up.

Today's main and branch lines were pushed well. There was a little accident, but it didn't hurt.

Next comes relaxation time.

Lu Ren exercised for a while, then put on his windbreaker and went downstairs into the yard.

Today’s daily activities started, first burning paper and then drawing a lottery.

In this era of underdeveloped technology, this is one of Lu Ren's few ways of entertainment.

Due to burning paper too many times, Lu Ren is not as serious now as he was before.

He first held two or three Ming coins between the index and middle fingers of his left hand, then lit a cigarette, smoked for a while and then lit the Ming coins with the cigarette butt.

When the Ming Coin is about to burn, throw it to the ground and wait for it to burn out naturally.

Generally, if you control the time well, when the Ming coins are burned out, the cigarettes will also be finished.

Then there is the lottery, washing, and sleeping.

The same is true today.

The money is burned and the cigarettes are smoked.

The timing was just right.

Lu Ren said he was satisfied. He has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder and likes to create artificial coincidences.

When the last spark of the paper money burned out, Lu Ren called out the disc and drew it casually.

familiar white

When Lu Ren saw this, he immediately accepted it. There was no reward for the successful card.

What about the white items?

It's not useless, it's really useless.

There is no shipment today, we will have to wait and see tomorrow.

Lu Ren didn't pay much attention, wrapped himself in a windbreaker, pushed the door open and went upstairs.

It was the evening of the next day.

Lu Ren was sitting in the Rice Flower Cafe as usual, lowering his head to revise last night's manuscript.

The museum murder case was reported in the newspapers this morning.

The front page headline of Dongbao.

After Lu Ren read Beijima Xiao's manuscript, he wanted to tear up what he had written.

During this period, Beidao's progress was not obvious.

But still better than Lu Ren.

Specializing in high-level and beginner-level, the level is still two levels higher than him.

All I can do is keep practicing.

At this time, there were already a lot of customers in the store, and Shiina Hana started to rush around, like a little spinning top, spinning back and forth without stopping for a moment.

The guests who come here can be roughly divided into two categories.

College students who just woke up and white-collar workers who just got off work.

The former usually comes at noon or two or three in the afternoon.

It mainly depends on their rest time. If they want to go to bed at two or three o'clock in the evening, they will start at noon.

I go to bed at 5 or 6 in the morning and get up in the afternoon.

Ensure eight hours of healthy work and rest every day.

The latter will come here now, have something to eat and go home, or take a break and continue working overtime.

A small cafe is divided into two worlds by an invisible line.

One side is for life, the other side is for livelihood.

It's really rare for people like Lu Ren to come here at eight o'clock as early as possible.

At most, sometimes, some college students come here early in the morning to study.

But looking at how anxious they were, they wanted to take one minute and use it as two minutes.

Lu Ren estimated that most of these were not self-disciplined and motivated students, but some fishermen who started to preview new textbooks just before the exam.

In fact, this is quite good. Sometimes when Lu Ren gets tired of writing, he will put down his pen and look at the collapsed faces of the students, and he will feel very relaxed.

But I didn’t meet that type of students today, so it was a little less fun.