Conan reborn as a detective

Chapter 639
"Night, night sky?"

Mu Mu didn't respond.

"Could it be..."

"That's right," Gao Chengning said, "Mrs. originally liked to observe the stars. Being shot and killed on the balcony is very self-explanatory. The reason why only one earring was left on the table was probably because someone said there was something wrong with it." A shooting star appeared, so Madam ran to the balcony before she even had time to take off the remaining earring..."

"It does make sense that way."

His eyes were pierced, and he carefully raised his chin and began to think.

"As long as the lady looks up, even if she is sitting in a low position like a wheelchair and shoots, the bullet will shoot from the top of the back of the head into the forehead and exit... so it looks like a tall person is shooting, using this method If the muzzle is facing upwards, there will be no bullet marks left in the room, and the bullets will fly to the other side of the river bank and disappear..."

As he said that, Mu Mu's whole thoughts brightened, and he said happily: "You really have it, brother Chenghu, why didn't I think of it?"

"Because it's preconceived," Gao Cheng said with a smile, "I also saw that the balcony glass door was only confirmed when the lower glass was broken, because Mr. Daren couldn't reach the upper lock in a wheelchair..."

"So the tools of the crime were also left near the scene? Because the murderer never left the house..." Mu Mu said in a deep voice, "But if Mr. Daren is the criminal, where did the pearl necklace and bracelet go?"

Mu Mu wrinkled his face and couldn't figure out the key point, and became even more troubled.

"Even if Mr. Darren killed his wife here, he can't secretly throw away the necklace and bracelet, right? Because Mr. Darren's leg is broken, he can't go downstairs alone. We can hide all the places that seem to hide things." I have also searched for it, including the distance that a person in a wheelchair can throw outside the balcony..."

"I haven't figured this out yet, but as long as it hasn't been completely ruled out, there is a possibility..."

Gao Cheng specially observed the river embankment opposite the balcony. Under normal circumstances, it is true that a wheelchair-bound person cannot be lost far, but it is not impossible.

"In that case," Mu Mu respectfully said, "let's look in the river again..."

"Hmph," Uncle Mao Li was still as displeased with Gao Cheng's reasoning as before, "So what if we found the necklace and bracelet? It doesn't have to be Mr. Daren who lost it. Police department, I think this guy..."

"No, Maori," said with serious eyes, "If you really find something, it means that this is not a simple murder case of robbers."

"It's also possible to steal something and be accidentally discovered before killing people..."

"Hey."

Gao Cheng looked at the uncle speechlessly.

No matter how you look at the murder scene, it doesn't look like a robber murdered and silenced him, right?

But having said that, there may be a better way to deal with the necklace bracelet.

Thinking of the admirer of Rena Mizumu who got a strange job, Gao Cheng continued to ask, "Has all the garbage really been checked?"

"Of, of course..." Mu Mu said in a daze, "We have checked the garbage in the trash can before taking it out for recycling..."

Uncle Mao Li snorted: "You don't think this case is related to that strange high-paid part-time job?"

"A high-paying part-time job?"

"It is said that a person found a part-time job opportunity and was entrusted by a group that studies the harmlessness of garbage to collect nearby combustible garbage. The salary is quite high..."

Uncle Maori told the story in a nonchalant manner.

"Every Thursday and Monday on the combustible garbage collection day, collect the garbage in the designated car early in the morning, and then drive back to the parking lot, so that you can get 5 yuan at a time, 45 yuan a month...

"This matter started two weeks ago. The only problem is that the migrant workers found that the group didn't seem to have moved the garbage...so we suspect that the people who entrusted the migrant workers may have some intentions to come and see."

"Oh?" Mu Mu was surprised, "Is the garbage collection place right here?"

"That's right, but isn't Funamoto's trash okay? I think it's just a coincidence..."

On the first floor of Funmoto's house, Darren Funmoto was still sitting in a wheelchair talking to his son. Gao Cheng stood at the stairs on the second floor and looked down at the father and son who had deep feelings for each other. Wool rug.

If Mr. Funamoto is really the murderer, it would be too cruel for a child who knows nothing...

But judging from the situation at the scene, Mr. Funamoto is indeed the most suspicious person.

Gao Cheng put his hands in his hands and walked down the stairs with Xiao Ai, just at this moment Darren Funammoto was also looking up.

"Are you with Mr. Mori?" Funammoto Daren nodded slightly to Gao Cheng, "Is there any clue about my wife's case?"

"not yet……"

"Father," the child looked at Gao Cheng curiously, and shouted at Chuanben Daren, "I'm hungry!"

"It's already so late, let's have something to eat before going to the funeral home..."

Darren Funammoto looked at the time on his watch and hurriedly shouted to the maid upstairs.

"Hey, Xiaomi! Prepare something to eat!"

"Okay," the maid hurried downstairs with a sad face, "I think it's better to order takeaway..."

"Hey, hello," Funaben Daren looked unhappy, "I've been eating takeaways all day since noon yesterday, can't you cook some dishes yourself?"

"Hold, I'm sorry... I'll go get ready right away..."

"Huh?" Xiao Ai happened to pass by the wheelchair, ignored the child's straight gaze, sniffed his nose lightly, followed the smell and looked at the wheel of the wheelchair, and found that there were a little shavings of green onion on it.

Xiao Ai, who is often in charge of cooking for Gao Cheng, is very sensitive to scallion shavings, and can tell at a glance that they are scallion shavings that have not been cooked yet.

"Kiroto."

Xiao Ai pulled Gao Cheng and signaled Gao Cheng to look at the wheelchair.

Gao Cheng was talking with Funmoto Daren, and asked after seeing the shavings of green onion: "Did Madam eat takeaway after the accident?"

"It can't be helped, Xiaomei doesn't seem to be in the mood, and everyone will not be much better after this kind of thing happens, but life is still going on."

Daren Chuanmoto touched Xiao Ai's son, who had been caring about Xiao Ai, and remained silent.

It happened that Xiao Lan went downstairs to help in the kitchen, and Gao Cheng took Xiao Ai into the kitchen.

Even if you don't know the whereabouts of the pearl necklace and bracelet, you may not be able to find evidence of Duffy Funammoto's crime. In any case, Duffy Funammoto has little chance to leave home to deal with the evidence.

The crime happened between 9:10 and [-]:[-] the night before yesterday, and the body was found yesterday. After that, the maid ordered takeaway instead of cooking...

Then there are the scallions on the wheelchair wheel...

It can be inferred that Darren Funamoto should have entered the kitchen, as for the purpose of entering the kitchen...

Gao Cheng found a pair of rubber gloves that were put on the stove, sniffed them lightly, and could smell a faint smell of onions and a less obvious smell of gunpowder smoke.

"Can we wait a little longer for the cooking?" Gao Cheng looked at the maid who opened the refrigerator to check.

"Huh?" The maid froze in confusion.

"If there are so many customers, maybe the materials are not enough? I think it's better to buy some more..."

"But……"

In the living room on the first floor, Mu Mu led everyone down the stairs, looking a little depressed.

After all, nothing was found on the other side of the embankment, and the case seemed to have returned to the original point.

"Then let's stop here today, and continue the investigation tomorrow..."

"Officer Mumu," Gao Cheng walked out of the kitchen, "I think everyone is tired, so why not stay and have a meal before leaving..."

Mu Mu's face suddenly fell down: "Why are you still eating here? And Mr. Funamoto and the others have to go to watch the spirit at night..."

This foodie...he always thought that Mao Li had a thick skin, but he didn't expect Gao Cheng to be so disregarding the occasion.

"Also, let me tell you, brother Chenghu, are you not in a hurry about the case?"

"So you have to eat more."

(End of this chapter)