Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

Zhuangtang's family, under the reasoning of the legendary "two-faced Xiaogoro" in the sleeping mode, pointed out the truth that the housekeeper Baogu was the savior that Miss Hutao Zhuangtang was looking for.

"It seems that I have nothing to do here, let's take a step first!"

"Yeah, yeah, it looks like I made a mistake." The two impostors with bad intentions were exposed, and they were about to slip away while everyone's attention was still on Butler Baogu.

"Crack!" The door of the living room was opened, and Mizuma Yue followed behind Manager Matsumoto into the living room. The two guys who were about to slip away saw Manager Matsumoto, who was a head taller than them, and had to step back. a few steps.

"We are the police. We already know what happened here, and we also learned about the two impostors who wanted to get the reward from Miss Zhuangtang." Manager Matsumoto said to the two when he came in, while Shui Ma Yue stood in the back and showed her police officer ID.

"I, I, I... I didn't mean it! My friend encouraged me to come here! He said that the wounds on my body caused by surfing were similar to her request, and maybe I could make a lot of money!" Sogo, the dark-skinned sidekick, was scared and defended again and again, or begged for mercy.

"Don't worry, we're not looking for you." Mizuma Yue passed over him, patted the fair-skinned Ryuhei Kusumoto kindly and said, "It's you, we suspect that the scars on your back were taken during the escape twenty years ago. It was caused by the slashing of Matsumoto's manager."

"What?" Ryuhei Kusumoto was obviously taken aback.

"I didn't understand it at first, but I didn't know until I read the text message from Brother Mouri." Manager Matsumoto stepped forward and said, looking at the person in front of him, he felt the scar on his left eye getting hotter.

"What? Did someone call me? What text message?" Uncle Mouri, who had just woken up from anesthesia, looked around in confusion when he heard the words of the manager Matsumoto.

Conan was startled, and when Uncle Mouri was still awake, he quickly put back the cell phone he stole out to send text messages.

On the other side, the Matsumoto manager was still showing reasoning with the suspect: "So the wound of the culprit is on the back! I misjudged before, thinking that you took the seat cover away to reduce the blood stains left in the car."

"No! It's not me!" Ryuhei Kusumoto exclaimed: "My wound was that I saw a handsome man with a wound before, so I imitated him and made one!"

"Are you telling the truth? What are the characteristics of that man?" Manager Matsumoto grabbed Kusumoto Ryuhei by the collar and roared.

"Yes! It's true!" The vicious face of the manager Matsumoto took a step closer to him. Ryuhei Kusumoto was so frightened that his legs were softened, and Mizumayue wanted to go up and persuade the manager, otherwise he would scare others into peeing. The Zhuangtang family was not very polite.

"That man has a tune that he likes very much, doesn't he? Is there any!" Manager Matsumoto shouted.

"Yes, yes!" No matter whether it was true or not, Kusumoto Ryuhei nodded hurriedly, for fear that he would be eaten alive by the Matsumoto administrator if it was too late.

"There is a song that he hums and whistles when he is in a good mood. It is the famous song: let-it-be!" Ryuhei Kusumoto said quickly.

Manager Matsumoto was stunned.

"I don't know if what you said is true or false, so please go to the Metropolitan Police Department with me for investigation. We still have some details to ask you." Mizuma Yue saw that the state of the Matsumoto manager was wrong. , stepped forward in time and said to Kusumoto Longping.

"That's right." Manager Matsumoto responded, "please cooperate and come with me."

"Okay, okay." Nanmoto Longping swallowed and agreed with difficulty.

"Ha~ did I fall asleep again?" Uncle Maori stretched his waist and said, rubbing the corners of his jerky eyes.

"Thanks to your reasoning, Mouri, this time we owe you a favor." Manager Matsumoto came over and said.

"What reasoning?" Uncle Maori asked blankly, accustomed to the fact that he would occasionally fall asleep and reasoning.

"It's the text message you sent us, did you forget?" Manager Matsumoto asked in surprise.

"Text message? No." Uncle Maori took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, but he didn't see any signs of sending any text messages. The last one was a text message sent to Tsuyoshi Mizuma about the two people's music hobbies.

"This is your number, look." Manager Matsumoto took out his mobile phone and showed it to Uncle Mouri: "There is also a detailed reasoning sent to Shuijian's mobile phone."

Uncle Mouri took the phone from the Matsumoto manager and glanced at it: "It's really my number, right? Did I delete it when I fell asleep?"

"Do you sleepwalk when you're asleep?" Because of Tsuzuki Mizuma, Uncle Mouri rarely has a reasoning show in Tokyo, so the Matsumoto manager has never heard of Kogoro Mouri's sleepy reasoning.

Conan, who was hiding behind the stool, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had an idea to delete the text message before putting the phone in his uncle's pocket, and after listening to the manager Matsumoto, it seemed that Tsukune Mizuma told the manager Matsumoto to send it to his phone. The reasoning briefing was also sent by the uncle.

This is a psychological blind spot. Uncle Mouri and Manager Matsumoto only confirmed that the text message on Manager Matsumoto's mobile phone was indeed Uncle Mouri's, and ignored the text message from Tsuki Mizuma.

...

"It actually fell here... Sigh, I was almost scolded by the management." Mizuma Yue pouted her **** and got under her desk, and found a printed document under the thick dust, which was about twenty years The previous report on the car the prisoner was using at the time.

After thinking about it carefully, I remembered that on the night I got the materials, when I was reading the materials in my seat, I hurriedly stood up and packed the materials after hearing Miwako's call. I must have lost one at that time. But didn't notice it.

"The police department, you have already investigated the information of Ryuhei Kusumoto, and what he said should be true... um." Shiratori walked in with a stack of documents to look for Tsuzuki, but only found... a butt.

"What's wrong?" Mizuma Yue stepped back from under the table and patted the dust on her body.

"What are you... doing?" Shiratori asked.

"It's nothing... just looking for something." Mizuma Yue casually put the document on the table along with other pencil erasers and other things that were rescued under the table, and walked to Shiratori and took the document in his hand: " You say what Kusumoto Ryohei said is true?"

"Yes, after investigation, at the time of the case fifteen years ago, he was sent abroad by his family, so he has a clear alibi." Shiratori replied.

"Where is he now?" Mizuma also found this on Shiratori's preparation materials, and he didn't live in Tokyo twenty years ago.

"In the interrogation room, Manager Matsumoto is questioning him personally."

"It hurts him..." Mizumayue imagined that scene, and shook her head involuntarily, dispelling her original plan to go and have a look.

Find the previous file bag, take out the documents inside, and line up the documents found under the table, and Mizuma Yue re-searches for the clues hidden in it.

Originally thought that the person found in Zhuangtang's house should be the murderer of the case, but unexpectedly it was not, so Mizuma Yue felt that she needed to re-evaluate the skill of Conan's whirlpool of events.

"The only clue I don't know the meaning of now is this, right?" Mizumayuki looked at the information in front of her. If you look at it as a puzzle game, this is the only content that is not useful at present.

The three killed apparently had nothing to do with the three, and they had nothing to do with the Beatles sung by the killer, but the three were away from home for a while every Saturday night, but none of their families. Know what they do, and if the three have anything to do with each other, it's here.

But let’s be honest, men in more conservative Japanese families have a much higher status than women, and it’s very common for the male owner to go out to entertain his family and not know what he is doing, let alone twenty years ago.

However, after they returned home, they all said some inexplicable words, which were recorded by their families and handed over to the police after recalling them.

Fang Chuan Jizhi, a doctor, was drunk and emotionally complained after returning home on a Saturday, "To say I'm a crybaby, look down on people!"

When Mai Tian, ​​a professor of science and engineering at the university, did not come home all night on a Saturday, his wife called him, and he yelled rudely: "I'm seeing a doctor, don't bother me!"

Of course, this doctor should not be Fang Chuan Jizhi. The police thoroughly searched Fang Chuan Jizhi's admissions records, but did not find anyone who had an intersection with Mai Tian Atuze's circle of contacts.

I have to say that because of the death of a police officer, the Metropolitan Police Department invested a lot of manpower in this case. The victim's interpersonal circle was investigated on the third or even the fourth floor, but still no evidence was found between the victims. intersection.

The third victim was Shin Nabei, a lawyer who was murdered fifteen years ago. His son remembers that his father would wake up every Sunday and say some weird things, such as "My father was knocked out again last night, it's so miserable."

In addition, when Nabei Jin was killed, his son was in the next room but did not dare to go out. He heard the words of some murderers: "Don't blame me! This is the punishment you deserve for the card package, and you are all to blame. If I look for my fault like that, I will be flustered for a while as if I was preparing to draw, and I will be cut by the police with such a big wound."

Shui Jianyue copied down these four paragraphs, but still didn't understand what was the connection between them. She folded the written paper and put it in her pocket, and then put the confirmed data back into the file bag. Moon stood up.

"Is the police still in the interrogation room?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to have a look."

…

When Mizuma Tsuki walked to the interrogation room, what he saw was not the Matsumoto administrator interrogating Kusumoto Ryuhei, but Uncle Mouri shaking his head at the Matsumoto administrator.

"What's wrong?" Mizumayuki asked a police officer next to her.

The policeman replied with a wry smile: "We wanted Mr. Maori to make a note, but Mr. Maury said he couldn't remember anything, so he was dissatisfied with the police, so he asked Mr. Maori in person, but..."

"Hey..." Mizumayue shook her head, what can Uncle Mouri remember? Conan did all the reasoning, and the reasoning was completed after the uncle slept, let alone know, he had never heard of it. .

However, the life Kogoro Maori experienced in this life is different from the confused spirit in the original book of the previous life in his memory. It is said that many of the cases he encountered in other cities were solved by himself. Of course, there are also cases. Most of them fall into a deep sleep and then reason, so they are regarded as famous detectives with dual personalities, and they are nicknamed "Double-sided Kogoro".

"Shuijian?" When Mizumayue was distracted, the manager Matsumoto had given up on Uncle Mouri and walked out.

"How's it going?" Mizumayuki asked. If Uncle Mori was actually pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, he might have revealed something under the terrifying face of the Matsumoto administrator.

"I didn't ask anything. I began to think that you did the right thing. It's really not a good thing to let such a confused detective who can't even make a transcript participate in solving the case." It seems that the manager of Matsumoto has a lot of resentment towards Uncle Mouri.

"What about Ryuhei Kusumoto?" asked Mizumayuki, who originally came here.

"He met a person in the bathhouse before he went abroad fifteen years ago. He saw a scar on his body. Maybe that person is what we are looking for." After speaking, the manager Matsumoto picked up a transcript and stuffed it with Tsuki Mizuma. Shaking his head: "Alas, just having met once will make my scars react. It seems that I am really old."

"So it's really a psychological effect..." Mizumayue complained inwardly, while comforting him: "Because the manager's scar found that there are clues we need in that person, right?"

"Don't say nice things, take a good look at the transcript, this guy can't provide any clues." Manager Matsumoto pouted, shook his head and sighed and left, his back looked very desolate.

It's just that Tsukune Mizuma feels a little bit better about herself, as if the depression of the manager Matsumoto was deliberately played to urge him?

Opening the transcript, Kusumoto Ryuhei met a man with a long scar on his back when he was taking a bath on the eve of going abroad fifteen years ago.

Here is a detail. When Kusumoto Ryuhei met that person, the person had a towel on his head and couldn't see his face.

After the man noticed Kusumoto Ryuhei's gaze, he showed off: "Cool, right? This is what a policeman slashed at me five years ago~www.NovelMTL.com~ After saying that, he hummed 'let-it-be' and left. .

To be honest, Mizumayuki feels that the authenticity of this description is debatable, but if Kusumoto Takahei hadn't lied, 99% of the people he met would be the murderer of the case.

"Trouble, trouble..." Mizumayuki rubbed his eyebrows, and the Matsumoto manager was right, Kusumoto Ryuhei's transcript was useless.

This is not Conan... I actually met Conan but didn't catch the real murderer.

"Forget it, I won't be working overtime today, I'll go home... Saying what Miwako did today, I haven't gone to see it yet." Glancing at the window, it was already dark, after all, it was past nine o'clock when Ryuhei Kusumoto was caught. , Mizumayue said to herself, and then hurriedly ran to the office of the three departments.

"Uh... Mizuma Police Department, this...let's forget it." After she walked into the interrogation room, she stood by her side, but the policeman who was ignored by Mizuma from beginning to end looked at Mizuma Yue's back was hesitant to say anything, and finally thought about it and felt that it would be better for him to be less busy.

Who remembers why Uncle Maori would behave differently from the original?

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