After the World of Conan is Full of Bad Luck

    For Matsuda Jinhei and Hagihara Kenji, this is probably the last vacation before going to the police academy to report.

    Go to the game center of the department store in the morning and go to the bank in the afternoon to complete the formalities. This is the original plan of the two.

    "I'm hungry, let's go eat." The curly-haired youth put his hands in his pockets, with a refreshing and handsome appearance, with a sense of youth, with a bit of helplessness and annoyance in his eyes, staring at his friends behind him Rolled his eyes.

    Hagi this guy is really too provocative.

    The handsome young man was surrounded by several girls, with clear eyes and a gentle smile on his face, "Ah, sorry, my friend urged me to eat."

    He explained to the girls gently, bowing his head apologetically from time to time.

    "Huh? Don't you play for a while?"

    "Yes, yes, I want to clip the doll again."

    "Are you leaving so soon?"

    "This is my mailbox, can I exchange it?"

    Several girls talked, took out their mobile phones and wanted to exchange their mailboxes with Hagihara Kenji.

     Matsuda Jinhei smacked his mouth helplessly, "Tsk, hurry up, Hagi! I'll press the elevator first."

    As soon as he walked near the elevator, he heard a "boom", the floor indicator was flashing strangely, and there was no specific floor.

    The metal sound of "creaking" made the people waiting for the elevator uneasy.

    Song Tianzhen raised his eyebrows, and the words elevator accident flashed in his mind. He hurried to the door of the elevator and asked loudly, "Hey, is anyone inside? Is anyone injured? Is anyone inside?"

    The answer at the beginning was a faltering male voice, unable to utter a complete sentence.

    It was just the news of a suspected dead person, which attracted more onlookers, and made the shopping mall technicians who rushed over also spent a while.

    In the dark and airtight environment, the two men who were traveling with the man with gold glasses each occupied a corner of the elevator, no longer approaching the corpse, and looked at the woman who was checking the situation around the corpse with a little fear.

    Amamiya Qianxue sighed, first took several pictures of the current situation of the elevator and the state of the deceased, and then gently lifted the chin of the deceased with a handkerchief.

    This move made the other two turn pale, and the burly man who had not spoken all the time grabbed her arm and asked, "What are you doing? Destroy the evidence?"

    Amamiya Qianxue frowned, the light from the flashlight on her phone made her already pale face even more miserable, and with her long curly hair, she appeared in this situation. Like a beautiful ghost.

    She half-drooped her eyes and explained: "Can you please let go? Since I entered the elevator, I have not had any contact with this gentleman. Rather than destroying, I want to find a clearing of suspicion. Evidence. You are so nervous, do you think the murderer is you?"

    "How could it be possible! How could I kill President Yamada!"

    The excited burly man threw off his arms, with a bit of anger in his tone.

    It seems that he is very dissatisfied that others have wronged him.

    The black suit with his arms hidden in the corner also shook his head tremblingly, muttering: "It's not me, I won't kill the president, killing him doesn't mean anything to me No matter what, I still have a loan to repay, and I can't kill my boss."

    Amamiya Qianxue carefully sniffed the smell of the deceased's nose and mouth, the rich coffee smell mixed with almond flavor, which made her frown even deeper.

    Bitter almond? Cyanide / chemical / substance? But apart from the coffee taste and bitter almond taste, how can there still be a taste? Sweet and greasy? It smells like rotten fruit again, what is it?

    However, according to the taste of bitter almonds and the state of the deceased before death, it can be basically determined that it is poisoning, and the poison should be cyanide/chemical/substance.

    Moreover, the amount of this cyanide/chemical/compound should not be much.

    Gray-purple eyes half-squinted, she reviewed her encounter with the deceased.

    The first time we met was on the way out of the shopping area. The time was 10:43. Then she waited in the elevator waiting area for 17 minutes and waited for the empty elevator. Li and the three met again. Although she did not pay attention to the specific time during this period, it was at least three minutes.

    According to the shortest three minutes, which is 11:03, the four people took the same elevator to the restaurant.

    When she turned on the phone again, it was 11:10 and the person was dead.

    If it was someone in the elevator who poisoned, then within these few minutes? But when the elevator fell quickly, she had asked them to keep their self-help posture, and several people obeyed, and the smell of cyanide/chemical/thing was more coming from the mouth.

    There is no chance at all, feeding him poison at this time, or letting his lips touch something.

    So, the poison must have been taken before he entered the elevator.

    Recalling that the golden glasses involuntarily massaged the temples when they entered the elevator, Amamiya Qianxue understood that he probably felt uncomfortable and dizzy and numb at the time.

      Are you feeling unwell?

    A person does not feel that there is any problem with this situation, it can only be said that either he does not care, or he is used to this special situation.

    For deceased people with OCD, the former is unlikely.

    "I have a question to ask, does your boss, President Yamada, have any underlying diseases?"

    Amamiya Qianxue turned over the man's upper eyelids, the mucous membranes were bright red, more delicate red than the scattered roses on the ground.

    The typical symptoms of low-dose cyanide/chemical/substance poisoning further verified her inference.

    The black suit holding the briefcase, looking at the woman who was squatting in shock, the cold sweat on her face slid down the temples and dripped into the clothes, who is this woman? ?

    As the exclusive secretary of the president, he knows the interpersonal relationships around the president.

    Why is this woman who met for the first time so keen?

    Seeing that there was no answer for a long time, Amamiya Qianxue looked at the black suit in the corner, and seeing his expression, she knew she had guessed right.

    "Your expression has already told me the answer, what kind of long-term does he have? Or the basic disease for this period of time. Although this is personal privacy, do you want to wash away your suspicions? The three of us are the last close contacts of the deceased."

    The black suit wiped away the cold sweat and replied, "Yes, the president has always had diabetes."

    Amamiya Chiyuki's eyes lit up when she heard these words, diabetes? That's right, the sweet and greasy taste of rotten fruit in the mouth is indeed the taste that a diabetic patient will have.

    Then he probably misunderstood the poisoned dizziness and numbness of hands and feet as symptoms of hypoglycemia.

    Amamiya Qianxue flipped the man's shirt again, and sure enough, the eye of the insulin injection needle was found on the belly, and the black suit did not lie.

    "Then did he not have breakfast today? Or, he has never had the habit of eating breakfast." Not a question, but a straightforward tone.

    Although he has only met twice with golden glasses, no matter from his control of time or his meticulous wiping of stains, it is enough to show that this guy is obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness.

    A guy with a perverted sense of control over his life.

    This kind of person's day is exactly like holding a ruler to measure it, and it is definitely not someone who skips breakfast on a whim.

    The black suit was leaning against the wall, his legs and feet were a little soft, "Yes, yes. The president doesn't eat breakfast, only drinks a cup of iced coffee."

    Amamiya Qianxue nodded, stood up from the ground, silently tossed a strand of her hair, half-squinted her eyes, thick eyelashes like butterflies, hanging down to cover the tear mole under her right eye .

    The burly man couldn't help but ask: "You have asked so much, what do you know?"

    "Well, don't worry, let's go out first." She smiled and pointed to the closed elevator door. At this moment, there was a mechanic's shout outside the door, asking the number of people in the elevator. Is there anything wrong with the person.

    After the elevator was trapped for 20 minutes, a gap was finally pried open in the airtight elevator car. After the cable above was reinforced, Amamiya Qianxue finally saw the sun again.

    The person in charge of the shopping mall in the building is constantly bowing and apologizing to several people, saying some words of apology.

    Amamiya Chiyuki leaned against the wall and observed various situations around her.

    Hagihara Kenji and Matsuda Jinhei were relieved when they saw that they successfully got out of the elevator.

    "Hagi, does the person reporting the case have to wait for the police to arrive before leaving?" Matsuda Jinhei pouted, and when he mentioned the police, he looked rather impatient.

    Hagihara Kenji patted his friend on the shoulder, "Yeah, just wait, I think I'll be here in a while, maybe I'll make a transcript."

    As soon as he finished speaking, he was bumped by the person beside him, causing him to look over involuntarily.

    The one who bumped into the person was a young woman, her face was blue and white, covering her mouth, her expression panicked and fearful, her whole body seemed to be unstable, trembling constantly.

    Hagihara Kenji lowered his voice and asked, "What's the matter? Miss, are you all right?"

    Matsuda Jinping raised his eyebrows and took two steps to the side, as expected of Hagi.

    The woman covered her mouth and trembled, the fear in her eyes spread to her whole body, and asked intermittently: "Electricity, elevator, dead person? In the elevator, dead person...?"

    Ken Erxu Hagihara supported the unsteady woman and said in a low voice, "It's indeed a dead person, Miss, you don't seem to be in a good condition now, are you alright?"

    "I, I'm fine." The woman took a deep breath and got rid of the arm of the person next to her, she was trying to control her emotions.

    At the same time, the police also rushed over. Once the cordon was pulled, the order was maintained, and the entire scene changed from the original panic to order.

    All the onlookers were driven outside the yellow cordon.

    In the cordon, except for the police, only Amamiya Chiyuki, a black suit, a burly man, Matsuda and Hagihara who called the police, the person in charge of the mall.

    Amamiya Qianxue glanced at the young woman who had just looked flustered. At this time, she was leaning against the wall, standing in the crowd, and her whole body no longer trembled.

    The gentle-looking female police officer began to ask her basic situation, "I'm sorry, Miss Amamiya, we need to search your belongings, can you please cooperate?"

    Amamiya Qianxue nodded and handed over her satchel, "Please."

    She opened her arms and searched.

    Mobile phones, documents, wallets, handkerchiefs, OK bandages, hemostatic sprays, blades, emergency food, all kinds of miscellaneous things have been checked over and over.

    When all kinds of emergency items were turned out during the period, everyone looked at her a little, after all, which girl would prepare so many emergency items in the bag when she went out shopping.

    Amamiya Qianxue was also a little embarrassed, she couldn't blame her, she hadn't been out for a long time, and she wouldn't feel safe without these things.

    Who made her particularly unlucky.