A Detective: I Believe in Science

Chapter 226 I'm Sorry Junma County, I'm Ashamed Of You
Noah can't help but admire, even Conan is a little bit, this reasoning, except for the lack of evidence, is actually flawless.

No... There is no need for evidence. What is the use of two people who commit suicide looking for evidence? No proof is actually a commendatory word here.

"Then why did this mustache pretend to be you, Mr. Maori, and also chose to commit suicide?"

The mountain village police officer was very cooperative and asked the uncle to finish pretending, and he got an appreciative look from the uncle, because he had already thought about these issues.

"Five years later, after Xiao Huzi learned that his friend had committed suicide four years ago, he became even more curious about what was in the box."

"Coincidentally, for various reasons, after he learned that I, a famous detective, would come here to crack the secret of the box, he deliberately dressed up as me to cheat the box."

"However, after opening the box and seeing what's inside, he felt mixed feelings for a while."

"Because shortly after the man in red committed suicide, Akagi Maru finally chose to retire because he couldn't bear the physical pain, but the man in red no longer saw the scene where he won the bet."

"At this time, after seeing these things, Xiao Huzi couldn't hold back the guilt and pain of losing his friend for a while, and finally chose the same method of death as his friend, hanging himself."

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"Crack, clap, clap clap"

"Wonderful, wonderful, really wonderful. Mr. Mori is a famous detective in Tokyo. It seems that this kind of case is a piece of cake for you."

After the reasoning was over, the uncle immediately received warm applause from Yamamura, plus generous praise.

"Where, where, it's just a small case, how can it be difficult for my famous detective Mori Kogoro."

The uncle readily accepted these compliments, without even realizing that there was a problem with his reasoning, and it was a bit simple to be complacent about the truth of this entrustment.

"I feel like it's not a suicide, it's a curse."

A question rang out in everyone's ears, and they all cast their gazes. Noah was surprised when he saw that it was Conan. When did the detective believe in such a thing?

The uncle was even more straightforward, coming to Conan angrily, and looked at him with scrutiny.

"Little devil, what are you talking about again, do you want to be beaten again?"

Conan shook his head hastily, not daring to pretend anymore, and hastily told the real reason.

"You can see that the hair here is curly and dyed, and the hair is wet. After all these years, shouldn't the hair be dry long ago?"

After Conan saw that the uncle had set the tone of the case, his expression was serious. If he didn't change his mind to homicide, he would continue the investigation.

Then this case may be very difficult to solve. After that, the case may be permanently sealed in the database of the Metropolitan Police Department, buried forever, and eventually the murderer will continue to be at large.

That's why he spoke up and told one of the few clues he found just now, which also proved that these few hairs had been touched by someone.

Although the uncle is full of shortcomings, it is undeniable that his greatest advantage is to listen to persuasion. As long as someone tells the clues of the case, he will investigate it, even if it is Conan.

After touching it carefully, the uncle's face changed slightly, but immediately he said indifferently.

"Perhaps these hairs were randomly found by the man in red at that time, not necessarily from his own body. As for the dampness, it should have been brought on by the bearded man when he took a bath, and then touched the hair. .”

...You will really excuse the murderer, Conan now deeply doubts how many murderers the uncle let go when he was a policeman.

"However, when sister Xiaolan and I went to the bathhouse to take a shower this afternoon, there was a sign of suspension of use hanging on it. Where did this uncle wash it from?"

Hearing this, the uncle frowned slightly. He felt that something was wrong, and then he came to the hotel owner and waiter and asked in a low voice.

"That bathhouse, do you clean it every afternoon?"

"No... no, we usually clean up in the middle of the night after the guests rest."

The uncle's face finally changed, gloomy and uncertain. Although this was just a simple clue, it overturned his reasoning.

"What's the matter, Mr. Molly, is there anything wrong with these hairs?"

The mountain village police officer didn't understand what the uncle was thinking at all. He was smiling just now, so how could he become silent again.

"Trouble, this is not a suicide case, but a homicide."

"Why...why, didn't you reason well just now?"

The mountain village police officer is still puzzled, how can suicide turn into homicide in the blink of an eye, he is eager to know the reason.

"Those hairs are indeed not from the man in red, but were collected after they fell from the women's bathhouse in this hotel."

"The purpose of doing this is only one, to delay the police's judgment, so I think this is a homicide case, and the murderer is likely to be among the group of hotel employees.

The uncle stared coldly at the boss and waiter in front of him, trying to see fear and flaws on their faces, but he failed, and everyone was indifferent.

"Why...why are we among the group of us, we have no enmity with this gentleman."

Yoshiro Toda was the first to calm down. As the hotel owner, he needs to stand up to protect the interests of the hotel at this time.

"Because you are the only ones in the hotel bathhouse who can put up the closed sign at that time, and then go in and pick up the leftover hair inside, and use it to hinder our judgment and solve the case. As for whether there is any hatred, it is not up to you alone."

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After the people from the Metropolitan Police Department arrived, they hurriedly sent the hair back to the Metropolitan Police Department for careful inspection. They had to rely on the inspection results to determine whether the owner of the hair was alive or not, so as to determine whether it was homicide or suicide.

"Chief Yamamura, we found a mobile phone."

The policeman who was checking the information of the corpse suddenly took out a mobile phone from the arms of the deceased.

The mountain village police officer hurried forward to take it, opened it and saw that there was only one contact information on it, and he was the only one in the latest call record.

"Do you want to call?"

"Of course, this is the only tool that can confirm the identity and information of the deceased. Besides, the person on the phone may be the murderer."

The uncle glanced at the mountain village police officer speechlessly. He felt guilty again. Junma County was hopeless for such a policeman.

The call was quickly connected, but before the mountain village police officer could speak, the opposite party spoke first.

"Duff, when will your money arrive? Your landlord has been looking for you recently. If you don't pay it in these few days, the rental information of that rent will be changed."

"I'm not... Dududu!"

The mountain village police officer just wanted to refute, but the other party cut off the phone. Listening to the voice on the phone, the other party seemed to be busy. After calling back, a voice prompt came out of the phone.

After trying several times in a row, but still unable to get through, the mountain village police officer told his colleagues the phone number and asked them to check the personal information of the contact information on the phone to see if it was related to the case.

"This call can be regarded as contributing a little bit. It was not wasted. At least it let us know the name of the deceased."

"How did you know that?"

The uncle wondered, he was there when he called, why didn't he hear the mustache's name mentioned in it.

"Look, it's posted on the phone."

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(End of this chapter)