Conan Rick's Investigator

Chapter 1210 Conan: Qin! You are my god!

As the police from the village police station took out the keys and opened the door of the villa, everyone stepped into the crime scene that had been covered in dust for a year.

From the outside, the village chief's villa looks quite impressive.

But entering the house, it was a mess.

Various glass products were smashed to the ground, and all drawers and cabinets were opened, making it look as if they had just been looted.

But looking at the layer of dust covering it, everyone realized that a year had passed.

And between the living room and the corridor, a pair of bright shoe prints caught everyone's eyes.

"Is this the shoe print of the 'murderer'?"

Qin Zhibo pointed to the mark on the ground and asked.

"Hmm," the gloomy-looking police officer nodded. "These are the shoe prints left by the murderer, who stepped on the blood of the village chief's wife, who was murdered on the stairs, and then walked back and forth in the room."

Since a year has passed since the case, the blood stains on the shoe prints have completely turned black, along with a pool of blood on the stairs.

"How pitiful..." sighed the always kind-hearted Mao Li Ran.

A middle-aged man in the village also made Amitabha gestures around the living room.

After staying in the living room for a while, they followed the "murderer's" footsteps and went upstairs.

Among the crowd, Conan walked at the back, looking solemnly at the shoe prints on the ground.

A year ago, he also walked through this place and saw this tragic scene. He secretly vowed in his heart that the murderer must be brought to justice.

However, as he investigated the case in depth, more and more clues indicated that there was no so-called "murderer".

After realizing this, his mood became even heavier.

Because the village chief and his wife also left behind a young son, if the incident became public, the younger son would definitely be affected by the gossip among the villagers.

In order to make the living people as comfortable as possible, he made some small changes in the details of the case.

Now that he was visiting his old place again, he didn't know how to face it.

If you were yourself now, what would you choose to do?

What would Qin Zhibo do?

……

Everyone followed the "murderer's" shoe prints and came to the balcony on the second floor.

After a year of exposure to the sun and rain, the shoe prints themselves have not faded.

The shoe prints extended all the way to the edge of the balcony handrail, and then turned back.

At this time, the police from the village police station stood by again to explain, pointing to the open space below the railing and said, "The village chief's body was under this railing at the time. The cause of death was a broken neck when he jumped..."

Sato Miwako also came to the railing and looked down. The height was almost four meters. If the angle was not suitable, she might fall to death.

Although the body had been laid to rest long ago, if you go by the images in your mind and the descriptions of the village police, such a scene would be clear at a glance.

Sato's eyes were heavy as he murmured, "Judging from the traces at the scene, it seems the murderer first used the murder weapon to kill the village chief's wife, and the village chief happened to witness this scene."

"The murderer then chased the village chief here. Frightened, he jumped from the balcony and died..."

As soon as Sato finished speaking, Makoto Yada immediately started shouting behind him.

"See! I told you this was a robbery and murder case!"

Next to him, Takagi quickly tugged Yada Makoto's handcuffed arm to stop him from continuing to speak.

At this time, Maori Kogoro held his chin up and turned to look at the village police, "What did that detective boy say a year ago?"

Although Kudo Shinichi did not announce the entire truth of the case to the village, the police at least wanted to tell it.

"..." The village policeman thought for a few seconds and was about to speak, but Qin Zhibo raised his hand to stop him.

"Mr. Policeman, please don't tell me yet..."

Qin Zhibo turned his head and looked at everyone, "Since this is a restart

If you want to investigate, don't be influenced by preconceived notions; just accept what you see."

"I think this will ensure fairness to the greatest extent, right?"

Qin Zhibo's approach was more particular, which also aroused the tacit approval of several village representatives.

Conan was stunned after hearing this. Is Qin Zhibo planning to investigate the truth of the entire case on his own?

Although the case itself was not complicated, and he had told Qin Zhibo the result before, he did not say anything about the method or motive.

But if the investigation had to be restarted, even Qin Zhibo wouldn't be able to get results from the murder scene of the past year in a short time, right?

Back then, I was faced with a new crime scene, but it took me a full day to investigate...

……

Next, everyone took a quick tour under the guidance of the village police, strolling through each room that the "murderer" had visited.

Among them, a showroom-like room on the second floor suffered the most serious damage, with a large area of ​​display furnishings inside being torn apart.

Qin Zhibo looked at these furnishings and found that most of the honors displayed on one of the cabinets were the honors obtained by the village chief.

In addition, there is a picture of the village chief competing on the sports field when he was young.

"Was this village chief an athlete when he was young?" Qin Zhibo asked.

At this time, a villager standing at the door of the room said, "Yes, the village chief almost stood on the Olympic stage when he was young..."

"What's the project?"

"Well...it's been many years, and the village chief doesn't often mention it, so I've long forgotten it."

Qin Zhibo looked at these trophies and a lot of gold medals.

It's just that the ribbons have been removed from these gold medals, and the medals themselves are still here.

There was a brown Nioh statue lying upside down next to the cabinet. Just as Qin Zhibo was about to raise his hand to pick it up, Mouri Kogoro picked up the Nioh statue first.

But as soon as he picked it up, his hand sank a little lower.

“This thing is so heavy…”

"But the carving is quite detailed and looks quite beautiful."

At this moment, Sato came over and asked in confusion, "I remember there were supposed to be two statues of Nio. They were called something like 'Heng Ha Er Jiang'..."

The village police explained, "A year ago, Ha Jiang disappeared without a trace along with the village chief's wife's jewelry."

"I see……"

Maori Kogoro nodded in understanding and was about to put the statue back in its place when the current village chief at the door said, "Be careful! This sculpture is very expensive."

Maori Kogoro glanced at it and asked, "How expensive can this thing be?"

The village policeman said expressionlessly, "This is the work of a famous sculptor from the Edo period. According to the current market price, one piece would be worth at least 500 million yen..."

"Five, five million!"

Mouri Kogoro opened his mouth wide in surprise, his heart trembled with excitement, and his hands almost dropped the sculpture directly to the ground.

After holding it firmly, he stared at the carving in disbelief.

Even though this thing is so small, it is actually worth a Ford Mustang convertible that has been soaked in water!

What does it feel like to hold a roadster in your hands?

Of course it’s heavy!

Mouri Kogoro carefully placed the carving in its original place, fearing that it would be bumped a little, otherwise he would not be able to afford the compensation in full view of the public.

As soon as Mouri Kogoro put the carving down, Qin Zhibo picked it up casually.

After a closer look, I found that it was indeed well carved, comparable to the "Western Bodhisattvas" created by the carving masters I had encountered before.

However, in terms of subject matter, "Western Bodhisattva" wins.

"So, most of your villagers know that this sculpture is very valuable?"

The current village chief nodded. "Yes, this is Hibe's most proud collection. Almost everyone who visits his home has probably been introduced to it."

Qin Zhibo put the carving back to its original place and glanced at the medal next to it.

If you are someone who knows the value of carvings, you will just get a pair. After all, if you take one less, you will miss out on a huge sum of 500 million.

And if there is a pair of paired collections, then the value is not as simple as 1+1=2, but far greater than 2.

Therefore, the "murderer" should be an outsider who is not aware of the value of the collection. It is possible that he just took one at random because he was unsure of the value of the statue.

But if you are a layman who doesn’t understand the market, why don’t you get these gold medals next to them?

Although the gold medal is not pure gold, in this era when knowledge has not yet become popular, many people must subconsciously think that the gold medal is made of gold.

As long as gold is melted, it is easier to sell than carvings and gems.

And the ribbons hanging around the necks of these medals are gone...

"Okay, we've finished looking at this room, let's go look at the other rooms."

Everyone walked to the next room, opened the door and entered, and what they saw was a huge poster of Kudo Shinichi.

"Shinichi is so big..."

Mao Lilan sighed.

Sato, Takagi and others were also stunned when they saw the exaggeratedly large "Shinichi".

On the poster, Kudo Shinichi is seen scratching the back of his head and smiling brightly, looking like Kogoro Mouri who was elated after solving the case.

Obviously, this is the room of "Little Blackie" Makoto Yada.

Seeing that he was being publicly executed in his own room, Makoto Yada snorted angrily and turned his head away.

Qin Zhibo looked around and saw that there were no signs of invasion in Yada Makoto's room. Apart from being covered with a layer of dust, everything was still the same as before.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Conan standing in front of the poster, his hands in his pockets, looking up at "himself" on the wall.

This poster is actually bigger than him now...

Just when Conan's eyes were clear, he suddenly felt a force under his ribs gently lifting him up.

When he looked back, he saw Qin Zhibo with a smile on his face.

"Can't you see clearly?"

"Come, uncle will hold you and show you..."

With Qin Zhibo's help, Conan got closer to "himself" on the poster.

Conan stared at himself in the poster with wide eyes.

shame!

What a shame!

Watching from such a close distance, Conan saw a clear stupidity through "his" eyes.

They just solved a few cases, and the magazines and media gave them a few compliments, and then they got carried away and made this poss.

But in fact, at that time, I was just starting out as a detective, and was far from being as good as the media praised me.

Thinking of this, Conan couldn't stand it anymore and quickly patted Qin Zhibo's arm, "Uncle Qin, put me down, put me down..."

Qin Zhibo then put Conan down and ended his "mental torture".

……

Next to Yada Makoto's room is the village chief's youngest son's room.

Compared to Yada's room, there are fewer books here, and there is no huge "Anti-Conan Noble Phantasm", mainly children's toys.

Among these toys, a loop toy placed on the ground attracted Qin Zhibo's attention.

This ring toy is in the shape of a cross, with the four endpoints of the "cross" and a point in the center all printed with the number of rings, with the highest being the "10 ring" in the middle.

But what is a little strange is that there are currently 9 rings on it. If you want to score 100 points, there is obviously one ring missing.

Looking at the ring toys on the ground, Qin Zhibo's brain suddenly seemed to be connected.