Conan's I'm really not a model worker in a winery

Chapter 665 If you don’t give it, you’ll steal it.

The edge of the city far away from the deep mountains and old forests.

Snowflakes fell to the ground in the light, forming puddles of snow.

The dark Porsche was parked in a dark alley, and the people in the car stared quietly at the snowy night scene.

"It's rare that the two dates are in sequence..."

Gin sat in the passenger seat, looked at the date on his phone, and whispered to himself.

In this world, the probability of winning consecutive numbers for seven days is estimated to be lower than the first prize of buying a double color ball.

Driver's seat.

Vodka, who was debugging the navigation system, secretly glanced at Gin through his sunglasses.

The elder brother is indeed getting weirder and weirder, and it seems that there is something wrong with his perception... Which day's date is not in order?

Maybe what Sister Belmode said is right, he should help his elder brother buy some anti-dementia medicine...

Gin was in a daze, but then he suddenly turned his head and faced Vodka's sunglasses, his face full of suspicion, his eyes narrowed into slits: "Vodka, were you thinking about something strange again?"

Vodka shrank his neck: "No, no..."

I'm just thinking about what medicine to buy for my eldest brother. Isn't that strange?

Glancing at Vodka suspiciously again, Gin reluctantly believed his lies.

Suddenly, he looked to the road on the left: "Here we come."

Vodka also turned his head and watched the appearance intently.

The Porsche didn't turn on its engine or turn on its searchlights, like a predator dormant in the night.

Gin rolled down the window silently, held the pistol with a silencer in his right hand, stretched out the window, and counted a few seconds...

A man wearing a peaked cap just emerged from the corner, and a bullet with sporadic flames penetrated his skull silently.

His feet even stepped forward two times according to the inertia, and then fell limply on the snow.

"Target No. 3 is solved... Vodka, go back."

Gin put away the gun and yawned.

It's been a long time since he went out to run a mission in the middle of the night, and if he does this occasionally... he's really sleepy.

Vodka looked at the navigation dashboard that had been debugged by him and displayed a list of tasks. He was silent for two seconds and carefully reminded: "Brother, we still have seven goals that have not been solved..."

"Go back first and wait until you fall asleep." After saying this, Gin simply closed his eyes and dozed off on his seat.

Vodka did not dare to disobey, so he reluctantly started the engine and drove slowly towards their own base.

…

at the same time.

A deep mountain mansion in Shinjuku City.

The police, who were dispatched in the middle of the night, rushed to the scene of the crime.

But Officer Megure discovered that the atmosphere at the crime scene was different from any previous situation.

Especially...

"Mr. Police Officer, I am the murderer. Please arrest me."

Officer Megure: “……??”

When Officer Memu saw the golden-haired young man in front of him bowing his head and confessing his crime, several question marks appeared on his forehead involuntarily.

Is the prisoner this time... so conscious?

This thought flashed through Officer Memu's mind.

But soon, he saw Mouri Kogoro and Retsu standing in the crowd nearby.

He suddenly realized that it was probably not because the prisoner was more conscious, but because the case had already been solved.

Officer Megure rubbed his brow, and did not rush to have Touya Aikawa handcuffed. He looked sideways at Kogoro Mori: "Then, what is the situation of this incident?"

He cannot handcuff people at will before he understands the situation clearly.

Mouri Kogoro, who was named, stood up with his head held high and reported to Officer Megure the cause and effect of the incident, including the fact that the prisoner made an internal call to them before committing the crime.

"...After receiving the call, we rushed to the Mask Hall and found that all Xiao Bol's masks had disappeared. At this time, we heard screams from upstairs and the sound of things scattering..."

Kogoro Mouri has a very strong ability in retelling, and he quickly restored the complete picture of the keys.

but……

When Officer Megure came to the bedroom where Su Fanghongzi's body was found, and saw the clean floor, and the smiling faces of Lie and Mouri Kogoro, who handed him the photos of the scene taken by their mobile phones, the fat man

The police officer still had some thoughts of scolding——

Can these detectives change their bad habit of destroying crime scenes?

After feeling resentful in his heart for a while, Officer Mumu returned his attention to the case and discovered a blind spot:

"Wait a minute, are you saying that the crime scene was a secret room? And the wings on the east and west sides are completely separated... Then how did he commit the crime?"

"Ah~ It's very simple! Officer Megure~ Look, look, I've restored his modus operandi~"

Lie held up his cell phone and faced Officer Mu Mu, with crooked eyebrows, and played the video recorded by Conan on his cell phone.

Conan took the video while standing on the bedside. You can clearly see Lie stringing the mask and knife on a long strip of cloth and throwing them into the room through the transom on the compartment door.

"The 'rope' used by the prisoner should be an elastic band. But I couldn't find this thing, so I tore up the more elastic sheets in this room." Lie explained proudly.

Officer Memu rolled his eyes and didn't want to complain anymore.

In the video, several of the masks that were thrown in were stuck in knotted sheets and couldn't come off.

But when he saw the back, Officer Memu was shocked:

The masks that were thrown in were pulled by the strips of sheets, gradually coming closer, and were arranged closely together, finally forming a horizontal column of masks, with the dagger at the front, looking like the mask was holding the dagger in its mouth.

"The thickness of a mask is about 1.5cm, and two hundred masks stacked together are nearly three meters long~" Lie gestured with his hand on his mobile phone, "The distance from the cubicle door to the head of the bed is about three and a half meters.

However, Sister Su Fang's position is not that far in, and the mask will naturally tilt downward due to gravity, and the length of the dagger is about ten centimeters...

The remaining distance is only about ten centimeters. As long as you push something behind the door panel, the dagger can completely penetrate the deceased's neck~"

Most of what Lie said was repeated to him by Conan before.

At this time, Mr. Ke was standing on the side with an unkind look on his face, while Ting Lie and Officer Mumu were beeping.

Damn it, he was obviously the one who solved the case, but Mr. Lin was the one who showed off in the end...

Feeling a little unhappy for no reason.

There is no way to prove that the murderer is Touya Aikawa just based on the method of committing the crime.

However, the witty Lie added another recording:

To prove that Aikawa Touya is the murderer, all we need to prove is that he was not in his room at the time, but in the dormitory next to Su Fanghongzi on the third floor.

And just when he was facing Lie's question, he made a mistake in his answer, and it happened to be recorded...

His tactics and alibi were all broken, and Aikawa Touya realized that there was no need to struggle, so he simply surrendered as soon as the police arrived.

Officer Memu swore that this was definitely the smoothest case he had encountered since he had been working overtime in the past few years. From arriving at the scene to taking the prisoner away, it only took less than ten minutes.

And even while enduring intense harassment:

"Hey, Officer Megure, can I take that mask away?"

"No! This is important physical evidence."

"But I bought it from Sister Su Fang yesterday?"

Conan: "?"

Bought it? Why didn’t he know?

"I said no, I just can't!!!"

The case ended with the roar of the Hedong lion by the police officer Mu Mu.

Lie stood in the cold wind, watching those poor masks being taken away, feeling pitiful, weak and helpless...

However, a few days later, the Metropolitan Police Department was stolen again.

In addition to some case files, the lost items also included these two hundred masks...

(End of chapter)