Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

As soon as the man and the cat returned to the door of Yumi's room, they heard Conan's pretended cute voice: "Uncle, how did Aunt Yumi shoot herself in the head with a pistol?" "

What's there to ask about this, of course it's like this, pointing a pistol at his head..."Uncle Maori, who was full of impatience, stretched out his index finger against his temple, but as the index finger was attached to his temple, Uncle Maori's original impatient face gradually changed, and then pressed his index finger on his temple as if he didn't believe it.

"Kogoro! What's wrong? Kogoro? What the hell is going on! Kazushi looked at Uncle Maori, whose face was shocked, as if he had figured out something, and when he rushed back to the room, a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

"Hey, Kazushi, the muzzle of the gun is usually in close contact with the head when you kill yourself with a gun, right?" Uncle Maori brushes away the hair from Yumi's wound and carefully examines the wound inch by inch.

"That's right" Kazushi didn't react for a while, and he didn't know what Uncle Maori meant.

"But if you look at the wound on Yumi's head, there is nothing that should exist." Uncle Maori looked at the corpse on the ground with a serious expression.

Hearing this, He Zhi suddenly remembered the place that he had neglected, and a large fine bead of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, "Yes, yes, there should be burns." Uncle

Maori's face darkened, "That's right, when you shoot, the bullet will shoot out of the muzzle along with a stream of hot gas." If the muzzle of the gun is against the head, there will be burn marks on the wound.

"In other words, the murderer just made Yumi look like he had committed suicide, and the real murderer is still in this hotel!" Uncle Maori stood up, unseen anger wrapped in it.

Banxia hesitated for a moment, but still jumped off Xiaolan's arms gently, walked to the door and carefully looked at the corpse not far away, and began to doubt himself in his heart, could it be that it was really the hand of an outsider? But there's no fresh smell in this room other than the people behind you?

Walking around the corpse for half a distance from afar, Banxia suddenly noticed a place that he hadn't noticed before. Looking at the corpse's right hand holding the gun, Banxia suddenly recalled the photo he saw in the afternoon, if the gun was replaced with a ping-pong racket...

Banxia stopped, turned her head and walked to Xiaolan's side, pulled the hem of her clothes, and motioned for her to go back to the room with her.

"I'm sorry, he seems to be a little hungry in Banxia, I'll go back to the room and get him something to eat first." Xiaolan embarrassedly picked up Banxia and returned to her room.

"What's the matter with pulling me back?" Xiaolan looked a little lost.

"I know how the killer faked the time of death." Banxia patted the screen of her mobile phone and motioned for Xiaolan to look here.

"Didn't Aunt Yumi be killed after she separated from us?" Xiaolan covered her mouth, her expression very surprised.

Banxia shook her head and continued typing.

"He has a specialization in the art industry, and as a police officer, he knows a lot of knowledge that ordinary people don't know, such as how to fake the time of death."

Recalling the medical records he had seen in his previous life in his home study, Banxia thought for a moment, and changed to an easier to understand statement and Xiaolan's explanation.

"Sudden death after strenuous exercise causes the protein in the body's muscles to coagulate more quickly, which in this case stiffens a body that has been dead for three or four hours to the point that it is six or seven hours. This is why those fierce generals who die on the battlefield often die without falling.

When Xiaolan saw the word three or four hours, the whole person was stunned, and it wasn't until Banxia finally turned her head to look at Xiaolan after pressing this paragraph that she realized that something was wrong with her state.

"Meow? (Why are you stunned?)

Banxia raised his paw and poked Xiaolan's back, only to find that Xiaolan's face was full of chagrin and remorse. After a moment of silence, Xiaolan picked up the backpack that was put aside and said in a low tone.

"If I hadn't listened to Uncle Kazushi at that time and forcibly opened the door, maybe Aunt Yumi wouldn't have died."

"Meow? (What does that mean?)

Banxia flipped through her memories, and it suddenly dawned on her that she and Conan were planning to run back to wake up Yumi before the fireworks show began.

"Don't blame yourself, at that time I think Yumi had been shot by Kazushi. In order to leave enough time for the corpse to stiffen, Kazushi prevents you from opening the door. I think the story is that Kazushi made an appointment with Yumi in the table tennis room again after you left, and after the two played table tennis for a while, they shot her when they went back to the room with Yumi.

Banxia licked the tips of his paws, which were a little sore from typing for a long time, and secretly wondered under what circumstances would Dr. Asa be able to use the typewriter for his own use. Although he always blows up the house, there is one thing to say, whether it is the voice changer he invented, or the shoe that enhances his foot strength, it makes Banxia impressed with him.

"But why did my dad find out that Aunt Yumi wasn't wearing underwear when he performed the autopsy?" With Banxia's comfort, Xiaolan finally adjusted her mentality and continued to ask what she didn't understand.

"Meow! (No underwear!)

Banxia swallowed his saliva, recalling that he was held in Yumi's arms before, and the touch of humility... Damn, why did I have to run to that dark-skinned perverted room when Uncle Maori was performing an autopsy! Thinking of this, Banxia didn't even seem to have the strength to press the phone.

"I shouldn't know Uncle Maori's level, I think he's really that kind of super detective, in order to prevent Uncle Maori from seeing the sweat stains on the corpse and thinking of a way to confuse time, so he stripped the corpse, wiped the sweat stains on the corpse, and then changed into a clean yukata, and faked suicide."

After reading this, Xiaolan stood up firmly, "I'm going to expose that murderer!"

When Xiaolan and Banxia returned to the hall, they heard Noriko's husband shouting loudly from afar, "Don't be stupid! There is no such thing as ghosts in the world! I think you're too tired, that's why you're hallucinating. "

Hey, Conan, what's going on?" Xiaolan tiptoed over to Conan, looked at Xingxiong with his hands on Ah Chun's shoulders, and asked in a low voice.

Conan whispered to Xiaolan about the fact that Ah Chun went to the toilet in the middle of playing ball, and saw Aunt Yumi staring at the table tennis room in a daze.

"Well, what's going on at our Benkei Hotel?" A clerk who had been asked questions for a long time finally couldn't help but ask.

"We have a friend who was shot dead in his room." When it comes to sadness again, Uncle Maori's face is a little ugly.

"Then we'll have to bandage him quickly." This unexpected answer made the clerk a little flustered, "Could it be one of you who committed the murderer?" There are no outsiders in the hotel but you. "

Ahaha, how is it possible, the murderer is a bad guy who doesn't know when he sneaked in." Uncle Maori couldn't hold back his smile anymore and hurriedly left the hall under the pretext of going to the toilet.

"Daddy! The murderer is not an outsider! "Uncle! It is too arbitrary to identify the murderer as an outsider so early! "

Bang -

Uncle Maori slammed his fist into the wall, startling the two men and a cat who came with him.

Uncle Maori, who had his back to the two, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his mouth, "Don't be long-winded!" I don't need you to talk about it here. If it's an outsider, why bother to make Yumi look like suicide?

Uncle Maori turned his head and looked into the hall with burning anger in his eyes, "In other words, the murderer is among us, one of my best friends." I don't know why he did it, but I'm not going to let him go. After saying that, he walked to the toilet without looking back.

After listening to Uncle Maori's anger, Xiaolan and Banxia looked at each other silently, and both made a decision.

"Okay Conan, let's stop bothering Dad, I think Dad will definitely bring the murderer to justice." Saying that, Xiaolan forcibly pulled Conan, who had already put his hand on his watch, back to the hall, and quietly waited for Uncle Maori to come back.

After a while, after washing his face and calming himself down, Uncle Maori returned to the hall, but instead of participating in the discussion of the others, he stood quietly in the corner and pondered the clues to solve the case.

"Meow (let's go and give Uncle some clues, after all, he's not really a detective)"

Banxia patted Xiaolan's right hand and snorted at Uncle Maori.

"Dad, Aunt Yumi's posture of holding the gun is so strange, it looks like she is holding a table tennis racket." Xiaolan winked at Uncle Maori, thinking that with such an important clue, she should be able to think of something.

But the facts made Xiaolan a little speechless, Uncle Maori seemed to have an understanding after hearing such words, but the reasoning was like constipation, and he couldn't squeeze it out for half a day.

There was no way, Xiaolan could only recall Banxia's explanation while trying to find a way to push Uncle Maori again, "And why didn't Aunt Yumi wear anything under her yukata, was it because she was shot after taking a bath?"

"Wait, clothes? Motion? Uncle Maori had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and everything was suddenly connected. He suddenly stood up, stared at Kazushi's bald head and said, "I already know who the murderer is. "

Maori! Do you know who the killer is? Noriko suddenly interrupted the others who were still talking, and looked at Uncle Maori expectantly.

"That's right, Yumi's murderer is you! Kazushi Nakamichi! Uncle Maori waved his right hand, with the momentum of splitting mountains and opening the sea, and pointed at the harmony in the crowd.

"What are you kidding, how could I be..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Uncle Maori, and as Uncle Maori reasoned more and more smoothly, coupled with Conan's addition to the side, he could only confess helplessly.

"I have been dating Yumi for eighteen years and have proposed to her countless times, but she has rejected each time. It wasn't until half a year ago that I met my current fiancée on a blind date. But after Yumi knew that I was going to get married, she started calling my fiancée constantly, sending threatening letters, and even threatened me to send me a photo of me with her two days ago. What can I do in the face of Yumi with this character?

Listening to the confession of Kazuchi, who was thrown to the ground by Uncle Maori, Banxia sighed helplessly, and muttered secretly in his heart while picking up the breath of the heart.

"Meow (if you are looking for a partner, you have to find a good personality is the king)".