Bai Shi si si
-Conan, Bu and Richard Moore gathered in the room, and now there happens to be a dead man. According to the law of mutual attraction between detectives and murders, they will definitely go to Ikemura Schoolhouse.
If we can find a way to get them to put the cat in, we can keep a close eye on the situation and deal with anything at any time
Thinking of Baishi so much, he jumped back to the room window.
On the way to the building, Conan and his party met everyone in Chicun’s family, and they had to introduce and greet each other … After hanging a tree in Baishi for a few minutes, they finally heard someone coming to the door.
Ikemura Gongjiang knocked on the door, but her husband was dead by now, and of course no one gave it to him.
The key to the door of the room, the village public Jiang Shi, also has a pair.
She expressed the doubt that a husband locked the door, and then the key knocked on the door and entered the room.
The detective’s family of four also followed the room. They glanced at the table and propped up their heads as if they were sleeping. Murakami quickly turned his attention from the Mediterranean uncle to the luxurious counters and ornaments in the room.
Ikemura Gongjiang went to Ikemura Schoenberg and seemed to want to shake him up. However, when he saw her move, the white stone suddenly rose outside the window.
-Ikemura Gong Jiang was holding a needle in his hand. She shook it manually and plunged it into Ikemura Schoenberg’s ear.
Stop for a minute Chicun Gongjiang secretly pulled out the needle and threw it to the ground, and then she gave it a push.
Ikemura Schoenberg’s fat body suddenly fell to the side. With Ikemura Gongjiang’s panic, "Husband!" The four of him in the room suddenly turned to look at the fresh body.
Baishi was shocked and stunned by this series of coquettish exercises, and also entrusted this key to move the case. The brake seemed to emerge from his mind.
A brief inspection of the room soon found that Ikemura Schoenberg was dead.
From the dead state of little red dot’s body behind the ear where the needle fell, he further judged that the man was poisoned by acupuncture, and Conan made the same judgment.
When the two inference engines were running, Richard Moore and Mao Lilan also performed their respective duties-the former prevented the family members who heard of Laichi Village from entering the crime scene, and the latter quickly called the police.
While waiting for the police to arrive, the reasoning was leveled.
The door was opened by the four of them with their own eyes, which means that if an outsider sneaked into the crime, the window became the most likely sneak point.
He turned thoughtfully and saw that Mao Lilan stretched out his hand at the window and seemed to want to window.
However, thinking that this is a crime scene, she hesitated and stopped.
"Don’t ruin the scene!" Ubeiji immediately stopped going to the side of Mao Lilan, and then he looked out the window at Zheng Bai, the girl who suddenly wanted to go to the window.
A small black cat is curled up in a narrow windowsill with drooping ears and a pair of cat’s eyes looking straight at Mao Lilan. From time to time, she meows at her. It looks like she can’t go after crawling. How pitiful it is
Bupingji looked at his eyes strangely and had an impulse to let it in through the window.
But soon he woke up and dissuaded him from reaching for the window again. Mao Lilan "can’t destroy the scene and this is a cat. It’s only the third floor!"
"Although the possibility of falling to death is relatively low, the third floor is also very dangerous." Conan looked anxiously at Mao Lilan and turned to look at the window sill. He pointed to a few cat paw prints on the outer window sill. "Does it seem to have something on its paw?"
"Mud and Moss" looked at the tree outside the window for a few times. "When I entered the door, I saw someone watering the turf. It should have slipped into the yard and crawled along the tree."
"That is to say, if someone sneaks in from the window, they will also touch these things, but there is no trace on the windowsill except cat paw prints."
Conan pressed his head and concluded, "The window is locked tightly, too. I think priority should be given to the murderer coming in through the door."
"… kid knows a lot, but he’s a good detective."
Look at Mao Lilan and then at the cat. I always feel like a villain.
Conan said that there is indeed some truth in it. The department thought for a moment and gave in. "Remember to take the original picture at the window and find a bag to come and take it in. Don’t let it trample everywhere."
Baishi, after all, is not a serious detective. When he heard his words just now, Baishi realized that he had forgotten to consider protecting the crime scene.
But it’s okay … This pupil can go shopping at the crime scene and often touch an evidence. It seems that the cat in Kexue World is also a little special.
In the department of flat time to the bag …
Is the naive cat that easy to catch?
Baishi glanced at the front door and estimated the distance, secretly grinding the claws on the windowsill.
Chapter 117 Give me a little blood, just a little.
It’s as simple as putting cabbage in a vegetable bag to see the cat shrink from the windowsill and put it in a bag evenly.
Who wants to push the window and just reach out? The cat suddenly crawled along his arm at the speed of dragging out a shadow, and then jumped to the squatting cupboard to see that Richard Moore jumped to the door with his back on two people, and then stopped to look at the people in the room coldly.
"Haha, it seems to know to protect the crime scene." Mao Lilan followed the speed of the black cat. She went to the door and squatted and took out a handkerchief to try to reach out to the cat.
Conan was worried that she would be scratched, but the cat was quick.
It looked at Mao Lilan holding a handkerchief very well, and raised her hand to her palm and asked her to help wipe off the paw pad and get stuck in the mud.
Mao Lilan gently held the cat’s paw and her eyes lit up. After wiping it, she couldn’t help but stretch out her hand and touch the cat’s head in another gap.
The black cat looked reluctant, but she didn’t run down and touched it twice before pushing her hand.
"It’s not like a wildcat to be so tame."
Conan squatted beside him and observed for a while. He looked up and asked Chicun Gongjiang, "Auntie, is this your cat?" Now that there is a crime scene, maybe it will have something to do with the murder …
"tame?" The mud paw print that was stamped out by the flat-handed, dead-fish eye flapping clothes disagrees with this word.
Ikemura Gongjiang shook his head. "My father-in-law likes the fish house very much. There is no cat in the house. But the neighbors do, but they are all cats. There is no such … this ordinary cat."
"That’s what it’s like to be thrown away." What suddenly occurred to Bupingji "But there are so many black cats here. There are raccoons and orange cats near my house. Are stray cats even divided into regions?"
"A lot?" After being played by a cat for a while, Mao Lilan’s heavy heart gradually got better. If you look at this again, you will have to compete with Kudou Shinichi. Black skin is also pleasing to the eye. She casually answered, "I have never seen it."
"That’s because you don’t pay attention to observe your building. I just went to see it." He snorted scornfully.
This made Conan suddenly think of something.
Because of the strange code name of black cat, it’s hard to think of Conan every time I see him.