Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

Is this news that I only got yesterday confirmed to myself today?

The curly-haired men and curly-haired women who realized this were trembling in their hearts. I wish I could turn around and strangle the hairband man to death.

As a photographer, it doesn't matter if you have quick hands, but what are you doing with such a quick mouth?

I was distracted for a moment but didn’t stop him!

After being given a hint of threats by the curly-haired man, the man with the hair tie also reacted and wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

Why is he being so mean?

This is not his home, others can come if they want. Why is he talking so much?

Next it became an apology duet, which soon became a trio.

This was the magical scene that Sato and Takagi saw when they arrived at the scene.

At the crime scene where someone had just died, two men and one woman stood at the entrance and kept apologizing to a man in black.

Especially the back of the man in black looked very familiar.

Sato Miwako looked at it for a while, then frowned subconsciously, "Lu Ren?!"

"Officer Sato, and Officer Takagi, you are here." Lu Ren turned around and nodded to the two of them, "Where is Officer Megure, isn't he here?"

"He has something to do and can't come." Sato Miwako responded briefly.

Although he knew in his heart that Lu Ren could not be blamed for things progressing to this point. But when she saw the instigator, her mood couldn't help but worsen.

Her tone and expression became cold, and she pointed at the three people behind Lu Ren who were still bowing deeply.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know either." Lu Ren replied truthfully.

He really didn't know what these three people were doing. Why does it feel like a mouse trembles all over when seeing him?

Especially after he has made his attitude clear and is willing to forgive the three of them. On the contrary, the three of them trembled more violently and bowed more diligently.

It's simply unbelievable.

But now that the police are here, if the three of them are allowed to continue, the impact will be bad, especially it will hinder the investigation of the case.

Lu Ren turned around and his tone became a little harsh: "Get up! The police are here. Who are you showing this posture to? Are you trying to cry out for injustice?!"

The three people stood up immediately, shook their heads and replied, "No, no."

They looked at Takagi and Sato with sincere expressions and sincere attitudes, "Don't get me wrong. We just accidentally offended Mr. Lu Ren, so we did this to get Mr. Lu Ren's forgiveness. Don't get us wrong." , we don’t have any grievances.”

"..."

Lu Ren no longer wanted to deal with these three idiots who were getting darker and darker.

If it weren't for Ke Xue's case, there would be very few cases of joint crime. Otherwise, Lu Ren was really afraid that he would be unable to bear it and throw all three idiots into prison.

What the hell are these three lunatics doing? He seemed like a heinous villain.

Lu Ren passed by the three of them and went straight to Detective Maori.

"Is this the scene of the first crime?"

The Maori family were all standing outside the door of a bedroom.

Through the open door, Lu Ren could clearly see an elderly, fat old man lying on his back on the bed in the bedroom.

There were black stains around his mouth, especially on his chin. On the floor not far from the bed, there was an overturned cup with dark black stains around it.

"Yes." Mouri Kogoro nodded. Seeing Takagi Sato coming over, he raised his voice and explained together, "When we asked Mr. Moroguchi to get up this morning, we found that there was no response from the room."

"Then this kid..." Mouri Kogoro reached out and pulled Conan up. "He ran to the yard, and then got in through the transom window of Mr. Moroguchi's room, confirming Mr. Moroguchi's death."

"Is the room door locked? Why don't you use a spare key?" Sato asked while holding up a small notebook and writing down quickly.

"The door is locked and there is no spare key. The window is also locked. The only access is the open transom window."

Mao Li stretched out his hand to point to several people, "But you have also seen that the transom is very narrow and can only accommodate a child like Conan to get through. No one else in the room can leave the room through that transom."

"I understand."

So the murderer is Edogawa Conan!

Kidding.

"So this is a secret room."

"Secret room murder case?" Takagi asked subconsciously.

"Not necessarily. The deceased may have committed suicide." Maoli had a different view on this.

"According to Conan's confession, the only key to this bedroom happened to be in the hand of the deceased. And the doors and windows were closed at the time."

"Not necessarily." Lu Ren retorted, "It doesn't mean that the key is in the hands of the deceased. Let's go in and talk."

"Ah."

Several people put on slippers and walked into the crime scene.

After entering the house and getting in close contact with the deceased, you will naturally discover more details.

For example, the familiar smell of raw almonds lingered on the deceased's body, especially around his mouth.

Needless to say, old friend potassium cyanide.

For another example, the dark black stains around the deceased's mouth and on the ground were all coffee liquid.

Lu Ren initially thought that the stains on the deceased's mouth might be blood from coughing up.

Just after entering the house, he immediately overturned this guess.

Not to mention that there is no smell of blood, as far as the way of death is concerned, people who die from potassium cyanide poisoning will not have the symptom of vomiting blood.

To sum up, it is not difficult to figure out the murderer’s killing method.

He mixed potassium cyanide into the coffee and watched the deceased drink it.

Lu Ren pointed to the cup that fell on the ground, "Take this for a test. It should be able to detect the poison reaction."

"Yes." Takagi leaned over and put away the cup. At the same time, he called the identification department and asked them to send someone over as soon as possible.

In addition, there was the deceased's open left hand. Just as Maoli said, the only key to this room was placed in the palm of the deceased's left hand.

This is a little too deliberate.

"How can ordinary people drink coffee with a key? If this is really a secret room, wouldn't it be more convincing if the key was placed in the deceased's pocket."

"Then what do you mean?"

"It's not that the murderer didn't want to do it, but he couldn't do it. All he could do was deliver the key to the deceased through the transom window."

"The murderer only needs to finish killing the person, walk out of the room and lock the door. Then he goes to the yard and tries to put the key into the deceased's hand from outside the transom window."

"Is this possible? It's easier to say if it's closer, but this distance." Mao Li compared the distance from the transom to the bedside and felt that Lu Ren's statement was a bit unrealistic.

This is a distance of nearly four meters...

"It's not difficult for people with a little basic knowledge."

Then Lu Ren gave a demonstration himself.

He walked to the transom, took out his key, and threw it accurately into Maori's open palm.

Consider that they may feel like a success is just good luck. Lu Ren demonstrated it five times in a row, and the final result was the same every time.

"how?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 473 A Necessary Evil

If it is really as Lu Ren said.

The method of murder in this case can only be described as sloppy.

After killing the man, he walked out of the room and threw the key into the dead man's hands through the transom.

It sounds like an insult to one's intelligence.

Mao Li was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Even if it can be done, it is still quite difficult to actually do it. I don't think most people can do it like you."

"He's determined to kill someone, and he even built a secret room in a very formal way. Brother, do you think he can be considered an ordinary person? If I were him, even if I didn't know how to do it before, I would practice for a while to master this throwing technique."

"That's true. But if that's the case, then we can't identify the murderer based on his modus operandi."

Maori pointed at the silent trio, "In theory, all three of them can do this, as long as they undergo a certain level of training."

"Yes. But that's not certain. Maybe they use some tools to do this. We'll talk about this later. Now let's go through the basic process."

Lu Ren gave the stage to the police and signaled them to start their performance.

Professional matters should be left to professionals.

Miwako Sato held up a small notebook and said, "The deceased's name is Moroguchi Masuki, he is 52 years old this year and is a mystery novelist. The exact time of death is..."

"Around four in the morning," Conan replied. "We found the body at five this morning. He had been dead for almost an hour."

"Yes. The time of death is tentatively set at four in the morning."

Then she looked at the other three people at the crime scene and asked them to introduce themselves and explain one by one where they were and what they were doing at the time of the crime.

The curly-haired man standing on the far right spoke first. His name is Kakuji Dejima, 34 years old, a freelance writer. He was repairing his tape recorder when the incident happened.

For some reason, there was something wrong with the tape in his recorder. When he put the tape into the recorder and pressed the return button, he could only hear a burst of noise.

Next is the man with the headband, Tarumi Wataru, 33 years old, a photographer who was sorting films at the time of the incident.

Finally, there is the curly-haired woman Anabuki Haruei, also 33 years old this year, who is an editor at a magazine company and whose main client is the deceased, Morokuchi Yoshiki. At the time of the crime, she was checking the layout of the work in her room.

In other words, none of the three had a clear alibi. Anyone could have been the murderer.

The case has come to a temporary standstill.

Miwako Sato put away the notebook, turned around and walked to the window. "Now we need to wait for the colleagues from the forensic department to come and collect and investigate. There may be fingerprints of the murderer left at the crime scene."

In short, just wait.

Lu Ren didn't make any other discoveries for the time being. While waiting, he asked Mao Li Ran in a low voice.

"Now we have writers and photographers, so what is Maori brother doing here? An anchor in charge of interviews?"

"Not really. Mr. Moroguchi wanted to have a conversation with my father. I remember the topic was 'A famous mystery novel author and a famous detective join forces to discuss the future of suspense and mystery novels.'"

understood.

linkage.

On one side is the author who writes the case, and on the other side is the detective who solves the case. This linkage is quite appropriate.

Although Kogoro Mori himself is not interested in mystery novels, what he reads most is various magazines about beautiful models.

Of course, this does not affect their collaboration.

After all, Morokuchi Masuki didn't care whether Mori Kogoro really understood detective novels. All he needed was Mori Kogoro's fame as a famous detective.

He is someone who knows how to market and promote himself.

"Then why did you get up at five in the morning?"

And from what the suspects said, they were awake at the time of the crime. Doesn't that mean they got up around four o'clock?

When faced with such an inquiry, shouldn’t a normal person just reply like Mr. Maori that he was sleeping at the time of the crime?

Not everyone can be a night owl.

"Because the original interview time was five in the morning. Mr. Zhukou is quite busy, and he has to hurry up and write a book after finishing the interview."

Mao Lilan glanced at the curly-haired girl and whispered, "It is said that the deadline for the work he is currently serializing is approaching. The main reason why Ms. Anabuki came here this time is to urge the manuscript."

Interview at 5am...

Lu Ren finally understood why the deceased lived in Tokyo. The Maori family insisted on coming a day earlier and staying here.

The interview starts at five in the morning. If I were at home, I would have to get up at four at the latest, pack up and rush here.