Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

"However, what's the use of taking this fragment?" Hai Yuanai asked with a frown. In order to hide this piece of Conan, she squatted behind Yuantai's big **** and thighs, and blocked her with Mitsuhiko and Yuantai's bodies so as not to attract the attention of Mizumayuki, but it made her feel a little wronged.

"I picked up this fragment from Yuan Jiaming's blood, but—" Conan stopped here, making the little devils of the Detective Boys jump.

"What the **** happened to Conan, but what? Hurry up and say it~" Ayumi said coquettishly.

"Speak!" Aviya gave full play to her majesty as the head of the regiment and ordered directly.

"Conan!" Yuanta and Mitsuhiko also called.

Haibara Ai did not speak, and stared at Conan with cold eyes.

"I just want to see if you can notice it yourself." Conan shrugged and explained helplessly: "If this fragment was broken when Yuan Jiaming was killed, then this fragment should be stained with blood, but this fragment There's almost no blood on the top, so I said—" Conan paused again, hoping that the little devils would be more positive.

"The deceased had been dead for a long time when the wine glass was broken!"

Just when Conan complained about Huihara Ai for not giving the little devils a chance, a demonic voice sounded behind him.

"Conan? Haven't you gone back yet?" Mizuma Yue walked out of Yuan Jiaming's house and asked casually when she saw the group of young detectives gathered together.

Conan was startled, turned his back to Mizumayuki and hurriedly put the pieces into his pocket. Then he turned around and replied, "We play games here..." Before he finished speaking, Conan wanted to slap himself.

It's really a habit to deal with others pretending to be children, and even opening his mouth to Mizumayue is just playing games. This guy knows himself well, and if he believes in himself, there is a ghost...

Unexpectedly, Mizumayue had other thoughts on her mind. She walked out with her brows tightened. Not only did she not see Conan's small movements, but she also didn't care about Conan's lame excuse: "Go home soon after playing enough, don't disturb our work."

"That... how is the investigation?" Conan suddenly became anxious and asked about the progress of the case with Mizuma Yue. If he could find out anything, he didn't expect it, as long as Mizuma Yue misunderstood that they were staying here to inquire about the case.

"I can't say..." Mizumayuki didn't have any interest in making trouble with them, she waved Conan away, and was about to go to the police car.

After walking two steps, Mizumayue suddenly remembered something, turned around, looked at Conan, and asked the other children directly, "Did you really see Gin's car that day?"

Conan didn't expect that Mizumayue would ask it out in public. After a moment of stunned, he realized that this was very important to Mizumayuki, and confirmed: "It must be his car."

Mizumayuki nodded, turned around without saying a word, and left Conan to prevaricate the little devils by himself.

Half an hour ago, the crime scene.

"How's the progress?" Tsuki Mizuma, who had just "tortured" the juvenile detective team, walked in and asked Fujiwara Sakagi, the head of the forensics department.

"The gunpowder inspection will be carried out soon." Fujiwara Sakagi replied while busy.

"Smoke of gunpowder?" Shui Jianyue raised her eyebrows, "Shooting?" Looking at the corpse, isn't it? There is a bullet hole in the chest, 99% of which are fatal injuries.

The gunpowder smoke detection reagent has been sprayed on the ground and furniture of the entire house, and some faint purples have emerged at a speed discernible to the naked eye.

"The effect of this American product is very good. How can the kind we used before be so sensitive, and the trace amount of gunpowder smoke can't be detected at all..." Fujiwara Sakagi sighed shaking his head.

Mizumayuki nodded, and said by the way: "If Junji Jingye, who is in charge of finance, knew that you were using expensive medicines like this, you would be crazy."

"He wouldn't know hahaha!" Fujiwara Sakagi said without caring, looking around.

A series of footprints gradually appeared on the ground, some deep and some shallow, which were blanks formed by the smoke of gunpowder being taken away by the soles of the feet when people walked by. In the eyes of laymen, it is a representative of disorder, but in the eyes of Fujiwara Sakagi, a lot of things are quickly analyzed.

First, the footprints of those children were excluded, apparently left by the juvenile detective team when they found the body, and then the footprints of the police officers were excluded.

Excluding the known footprints, there were only three groups of footprints left at the scene. One group started directly in front of the corpse and went deep into the room, most likely the person who shot and killed Yuan Jiaming; the second group came in from the door and walked to the corpse. The side turned and left again; the three groups seemed to have been standing at the door for a long time since the shooting, and the first footprint of this group had almost no gun smoke, which is where the owner of the footprint had been standing until the gun smoke completely fell. evidence of.

Mizumayuki is interested in the footprints of the most easily recognizable juvenile detective team. From the footprints, they are not as good as they say. Basically, the whole scene was trampled by them all over the place~www.wuxiaspot.com~ welcome The majority of book lovers come to read, the latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all in ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ mobile phone users, please read.