Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Xiaolan could only put on shoe covers and gloves hard, endure the discomfort of the corpse, and walk into the room.

"Grandpa Gongsun! We want it too! We're a junior detective group, so we'll be able to help.

Conan casually picked up Mitsuhiko in his hand, raised his hand and said with a grin.

"This..." Steward Gongsun glanced at Old Man Lin, and only after seeing him nod, he handed the things in his hand to Conan.

"Is Mr. Maori really out of the way?"

Lin Wenyuan looked at the still drunk Maori uncle, and his face was full of doubt.

It's not that he thinks Uncle Maori has no strength, but even if he has strength, how much effect can he do if he is drunk like this?

"Ah, this... I'll leave the previous evidence collection session to Conan and me. Xiaolan replied subconsciously.

"But this kind of reasoning is not quite appropriate, right? I'd better go cook a bowl of decanting soup for Mr. Maori. With that

, Lin Wenyuan walked to the kitchen, but he was stopped by Gongsun Butler with a straight face as soon as he walked two steps.

"It's better to ask the cook to do it. Young master, you and the Maori detective have no grievances, so it's better not to do it yourself. "

Hey, hey, Uncle Gongsun, am I such an unreliable person?" Lin Wenyuan protested.

"Heh, you really don't have any points in your heart, have you forgotten the last time you added something to the cold medicine, and Xiao Wang pulled his stomach for three days?"

Old Man Lin rolled his eyes, his grandson's level is there, but he always likes to insist on using his own prescriptions for some minor diseases. And the effects of those prescriptions are often difficult to describe.

"Grandpa, you just said that Brother Wang's cold is okay."

Although Lin Wenyuan was a little weak-hearted, he still did not give up.

"That's... Young master, if you have a cold and don't take medicine, it's almost fine for a week. A

head poked out from around the corner, dropped a word and slipped away.

Banxia ignored the small theater outside the door, and after dressing up, he walked into the room as soon as possible, and pinched the wisp of calamity in his hand that had not yet dissipated.

It looks like this guy should have been killed, and the first scene was in this room.

It's just that since he didn't smell the killing intent before, it is very likely that the murderer is among those people he has not seen before.

"Sister Xiaolan, there's a mobile phone here!"

Motota crouched next to the corpse and was about to reach for the corpse's fingers, but Conan grabbed his wrist.

"Although we are a juvenile detective group, we can't touch corpses in the absence of the police. No matter how bad it is, you can't get started until the current state of the corpse is recorded.

As he spoke, Conan gestured to Xiao Ai, who was holding the camera.

"Okay, Gray Yuan-san, you can shoot quickly."

Motota twisted his neck and stared at the phone that was being held by the corpse.

After Xiao Ai clicked, the two took out their mobile phones and looked at them carefully.

"Huh? Note? Banxia couldn't help frowning as he looked at the content on the screen that re-lit up after pressing it.

"I know, it must be suicide!"

Yuan Tai stood up and said proudly.

"The deceased died of poisoning, but it is not known whether it was suicide."

Conan frowned, looking at the corpse's strangely flushed face, and then found an impact wound on the back of the corpse's head.

"There are some impact injuries here, either they hit an ornament on the table after they died, or they could have been poisoned and killed by someone who attacked them with an ornament." Conan touched his chin and analyzed.

"It should have been suicidal, right? When I arrived, I found that the door was locked, and I asked Gongsun Butler to get a spare key before opening the door. The

servant named Xiao Zhao stood on tiptoe and exposed his head from behind Lin Wenyuan.

"And the windows are locked."

Mitsuhiko said, pointing to the two locked windows in the room.

"So, what about the key? What about the other key?

Conan felt for the corpse's pocket, but didn't find the room key.

"Don't have a key? It must have been taken away, and the killer first knocked the deceased unconscious, then fed him poison, and finally locked the door and fled the scene.

Mitsuhiko slapped his face and said excitedly.

"Huh? Key? Are you talking about this? Yuan Tai pulled out a brass-colored key from the trash can and looked at everyone with some confusion.

"Huh? Why are the keys in the trash? "Xiaolan is a little strange.

"It must be that this uncle locked the door before committing suicide, put the key on the table, and then crashed into the ornament on the table when he fell after taking poison and committed suicide, and accidentally dropped the key in the trash can." Mitsuhiko reasoned again.

"It's also possible that this key is not actually the real key, maybe the murderer took away the key to the dead uncle's room in order to confuse us, and left his own key here."

Not to be outdone, Ayumi played extraordinarily and proposed another solution to the secret room.

Hearing this, Xiaolan took the key and walked to the door, and to Takemi's disappointment, the key slid smoothly into the lock hole, twisting very smoothly, not at all like the key and the lock did not match.

"It is also possible that the murderer took the key in advance, and when the person who found the scene left and ran to report, he went into the room and hid the key."

Xiao Ai followed closely behind, and then proposed another solution to the secret room.

"It could also be that the killer locked the door outside and used something like a fishing line to put the key back inside the room from the outside of the door."

Xiaolan recalled several cases she had seen before, subconsciously glanced at Conan, and gave her own thoughts. But this idea was quickly overturned by Conan.

"No, the design of the door to this room is not going to do this at all."

Conan walked to the door, closed the door, and showed it to Ran.

Sure enough, the door panels and the floor were almost perfectly fitted, and there were hardly any gaps to be seen.

Seeing

that Xiao Lan, who was denied by Conan, was a little frustrated, Banxia stood on tiptoe and patted Xiao Lan's back comfortingly, compared to before, she had improved a lot.

It's just that this way, things seem to be at an impasse.

"It's better to wait for the police to come, so we can determine what kind of toxin this person died of."