Conan: The Self-cultivation of Fake Wine

There's nothing on Brother Flounder's body, nor on his own desktop.

Did he really disappear out of thin air?

How can this be.

So this is where Brother Flounder’s confidence lies? He was certain that the police would not be able to find the missing pack of poisonous tissues.

Wait, if he really used this method. Then in the process of switching the tissues back and forth, his fingerprints must have been stained on the two packets of tissues.

In other words, the package of tissues now on the table of the deceased must have his fingerprints on it.

But this is not enough to convict him.

He could definitely say that he accidentally touched it and stuck it on.

The key to solving the case still lies in the missing pack of tissues.

Conan also said before that Flounder just stood up from his chair, and then quickly sat back down again.

There was only such a large activity area, where could he hide the tissues?

Lu Ren scanned the surrounding area with the identification function on, but still couldn't find the bag of poisonous tissues.

Could it be that he guessed wrong? Is this case an indiscriminate murder committed by the lady in pink?

But even if it was the aunt in pink who did it, where was the poison?

Where did the poison go?

Could it be that conveyor tracks were used?

Put the poison on the conveyor belt, and as the conveyor belt rotates, the poison will run away on its own.

But this is useless. When the police searched just now, they did not find any toxic tissues on the conveyor belt.

"Brother Ren, have you encountered any difficulties?" After touching the wall and realizing that there was no static electricity on his body, Huiyuan came to Lu Ren's side again.

"That's it..." Lu Ren told the truth.

After listening to the latter's explanation, Haiyuan sighed secretly, "I forgot to explain something to you just now. That is that the sushi on this conveyor belt will be automatically recycled."

She picked up a dinner plate, pointed to the special mark on the bottom of the plate and said, "The machine will scan this mark. If a piece of sushi is left on the conveyor belt for a long time without being taken away, the quality inspection system will automatically This sushi recycling.”

"Recycling? You mean the murderer put the paper towel on the dinner plate and the machine recycled it?"

"Yeah. The paper towels should be in the kitchen waste bin of this store."

PS: In the original work, there were only two things on the table where my wife was photographed, a water glass and a vinegar dish. Personally, I feel this is not rigorous. As soon as he saw something missing from the table, the case was solved instantly. So the author added the tissues himself.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 508 Whimsical

Everything was exactly as Haiyuan said.

After asking about the location of the kitchen waste bin, there was no need for the police to search. Lu Ren went to the kitchen to conduct an appraisal on his own, and soon found the sealed pack of poisonous paper towels.

It also proved that his previous guess about the modus operandi was correct.

The only omission is the insufficient reserve of basic knowledge.

Lu Ren had never eaten conveyor belt sushi before, and he had no idea that the sushi on the plate would be automatically recycled by the quality inspection system if it had been left for a long time.

There are self-service revolving hot pots in China that are similar to this one. Most of the items on the conveyor belt are vegetables, and a small part are hot pot meatballs.

These things can be transferred on the conveyor belt for a whole day, and most of them cannot be transferred for a day. They have to be constantly replenished during peak periods.

There is no possibility that the food will not be picked up for a long time and will be automatically recycled.

Knowledge blind spot, there is really no way around it.

Fortunately, the system's judgment does not seem to be so strict. Although the most critical part of finding evidence this time was completed with the help of Haiyuan, the plug-in was still generous.

This made Lu Ren very happy, and he decided to burn a few extra pieces of paper money for his plug-in when he went back tonight.

Next is the familiar link of reasoning and identification. With the evidence, there will be decisive evidence. Brother Flounder struggled for a moment and finally admitted his crime.

According to his confession, since he was ridiculed both online and offline by my wife's photo, he has lost his appetite.

My favorite food before can no longer be tasted at all now.

Because he was too negative and decadent and gave up on himself, his wife also divorced him.

Ok……

To use a commonly used expression in immortality novels, his Taoist heart was broken after being ridiculed by my wife.

A normal way of saying it is that this Flounder man's mental ability to withstand stress is really poor.

He can't stand this kind of ridicule. If he was placed in the era of information explosion and the rapid development of the Internet in his previous life, he might not hang himself in a minute.

Why are they all in their thirties, starting a family and starting a business? This is when the burden on their shoulders is heaviest. How could they be ridiculed to the point of breaking their defenses...

No wonder his wife wants to divorce him. He will collapse over such a trivial matter. What will he do if he encounters other things in the future?

Even if there is no such thing, he will still be hit by other setbacks to the point of collapse.

When the time comes, let the wife take on the responsibility of the family alone?

"What a waste."

If such a person is thrown into prison, he will belong to the worst group of prisoners. This is especially true in the cases handled by Lu Ren.

Lu Ren rubbed his brows, "But I didn't see through the killing method of this trash at the first time. It seems that trash also has some merits."

Xiu Xiu, who had already put on handcuffs and walked to the door, shook his shoulders suddenly after hearing this.

But then his head dropped even lower, as if he wanted to bury his head in his chest.

Facing Lu Ren's "ginseng cock", he did not turn around from the beginning to the end. He just cowered, lowered his head and left with his arms held by the police.

Haiyuan pulled Lu Ren's sleeve with his hand and said with worry: "Brother Ren, even if you don't like him, you don't have to say that to him in front of him, right? What if he takes revenge after being released from prison?"

"It's not a big problem. And I don't have the habit of speaking ill of people behind their backs."

Lu Ren supported the wall with his hands, and after making sure that there was no static electricity on his body, he began to rub Hui Yuan's little head habitually, "There is a saying in my family, which is 'Sorrow for someone's misfortune, and be angry for someone who doesn't fight.'"

"It's not that I feel sorry for his misfortune. His misfortune is purely self-inflicted. There's nothing to be sad about, but I do feel a little angry about him. It's really hard to stand being such a waste."

"I'm just saying that it's fortunate that his wife divorced him, otherwise it would be such a burden and drag."

As mentioned before, Lu Ren lost his parents due to a sudden accident at an age when he should have been reckless and passionate about youth.

Faced with such changes, he naturally complained, hesitated, and felt confused.

But he survived in the end.

He thought about it a lot during that initial period.

It is natural to blame everyone. Nothing is fake.

He also tried conventional solutions to cheer himself up, but it didn't work.

For example, "My family environment is already very good. At least I had a happy childhood and received a complete education. There are many people in the world who were orphaned or grew up in the mountains and cannot even afford to go to school."

To be fair, this kind of comfort method is really useless.

If other people's pain is pain, his pain is not pain?

No matter how much pain others suffer, what does it have to do with him?

He was still sad.

You still can't reduce your own pain by comparing it to the suffering of others.

What really made him come out was the anger caused by the extreme unwillingness and the obsession to live a personal life at all costs.

He was great before, and he will only be even better in the future.

There is nothing wrong with being proud and arrogant. He succeeded in the end.

It was because of this experience that Lu Ren never used the "comparison style" method of comforting others again.

For example, he has never said this to Haiyuan.

[Both your parents are dead, and my parents are no longer here, but I still came out, so you have to work hard too. 】

Such words are of no use at all.

After all, people are different.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, and there are no two identical pains in the world.

Apply your own experiences to others and force them to do something according to your wishes. This kind of behavior is the most shameful for Lu Ren.

It's just that he can't do it if he doesn't know how to do it. Lu Ren will still feel disgusted after seeing someone like Xiang Yuanxiu who can turn waste into nothing.

The conflict is too severe.

Even if people can never relate to it, you may not understand the pain I have experienced.

But to give up on myself because of such a trivial matter...

It is really difficult to understand and accept.

Forget it, stop thinking about it. Spending any more effort on this kind of person is a waste of your time.

Lu Ren looked at the clock on the wall. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

The police spent a lot of time searching for evidence. During this period, many guests couldn't bear it anymore and chose to go to a nearby public toilet together under the supervision of the police.

For them, it should be regarded as a relatively special life experience, the kind that can be used to complain to friends for half an hour.

"That's all, let's go eat. How about sushi? I'll treat you."

Conan looked embarrassed, "Brother Ren, we're going to have sushi for lunch, and we'll have it at night... And this kind of thing happened in the store. I don't really want to eat sushi in a short time."

Lu Ren calmly said two words, "Special grade."

"I have no problem! Sushi is a traditional Japanese delicacy after all. I think as a Japanese, no one will refuse the delicious taste of sushi."

At this point, Detective Conan is offline, and Conan is officially online.

"Let's go."

……

The next afternoon, the Mori Office.

As soon as Lu Ren entered the door, he saw Mouri Kogoro lifting the small TV on his desk, holding it in his arms and wailing, especially the words "three million" in his mouth from time to time.

Lu Ren's heart tightened upon hearing this word.

He walked to Mao Lilan and asked in a low voice: "Brother, did you gamble again? Did you lose three million this time?"

Didn’t you learn enough from the last time you lost eight million and was tied to the sofa by Fei Yingli for a whole day?

Have you forgotten it now?

And... where did he get three million?

Because of his role as a guest assistant, Lu Ren's daily commissions from the Mori Office basically go through Lu Ren's hands.

Lu Ren knew exactly how much money Mouri Kogoro could earn.

Maintaining expenses is not a problem, and if you are diligent and thrifty, you can save some.

But the problem is, Maori is not that kind of person at all.

I usually either bet on horse racing, play pinball, mahjong, or go drinking with friends at a club in Ginza.

This can save money, I'm afraid it's no joke.

Could it be that someone gave Maoli a large commission fee when he didn't come this morning?

This is actually quite good.

What Lu Ren was most worried about was that he borrowed money to gamble again, just like last time.

"No." Mao Lilan shook his head and replied in a low voice, "I probably lost about 10,000 to 20,000."

"Then why did he say three million?"

"Because the horse that my uncle drove ran first."