Coroner Coroner

His eyes also quietly became dignified.

"Xiao Lan." Conan's voice suddenly became low and full of confidence: "I noticed——"

"There is a problem with this string of footprints!"

"Oh?" Mao Lilan raised her head curiously, and cast her eyes on the little boyfriend whom she had subconsciously forgotten.

"Just now you were focusing on observing a specific footprint."

"And I took a closer look at the whole of this string of footprints, and soon discovered a very important problem:"

Conan gradually regained the feeling of being a famous detective:

"That is, the steps of this series of footprints are too short."

"Short steps? No..."

Mao Lilan took a look at the string of footprints, and took out a tape measure to measure:

"The owner of the footprint moves evenly, and the step length is about...about 75cm."

"This is the average step length of an adult with a normal gait, isn't it short?"

"and many more…"

Without Conan continuing to remind, Mao Lilan reacted instantly:

"Normal gait... how can it be normal gait?"

"The murderer was trapped in the room by us at that time, and had no choice but to jump out of the window and escape."

"In the situation where the murderer was smashed on the spot and there were still pursuers behind him, how could he still walk around the villa with such a normal gait with even steps?"

"The footprints he left behind should be very messy!"

"That's right!"

Conan nodded in agreement:

"The murderer was being pursued by you and Belmode at that time, and it was too late for him to 'run', how could he use 'walk'?"

"When people are running, their stride frequency is fast and their stride length is long, mostly above 110cm."

"The footprints are incomplete, the forefoot pressure is heavy, and the heel pressure is light."

"Especially when running in this fluffy snow, the active gait of kicking, digging, and lifting marks should be more obvious. Quick start and foot lift? It will inevitably bring a lot of snow debris."

"But what about this set of footprints?"

"So smooth, so clear, so complete."

"This doesn't look like the footprints of a panicked escaper at all? It's more like the footprints left by a person who often walks in a calm environment."

Conan spoke out his reasoning in an orderly manner.

At the same time, he unknowingly raised his confident head? Looking forward to what he did before? Reaping the adoring and adoring eyes of his childhood sweetheart.

Mao Lilan was really looking at him.

However, that look is not worship? It's strange:

"Aren't these all the knowledge of traceology..."

"Conan, didn't you say that you don't want to learn from Mr. Lin?"

"I..." Conan blushed.

Hattori Heiji, who is also a detective, has changed his family and became Hayashi Shinichi's apprentice because of family factors and disillusionment.

But he, Kudo from Kanto, has been stubbornly refusing to embrace the modernization of criminal investigation, insisting on being a Sherlock Holmes-style traditional detective.

Described in the style of the overseas propaganda of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, this is called the spirit of craftsmanship.

Of course? Conan is not such a stubborn old-fashioned person.

He just vaguely felt... If he gave up being a detective and became a police detective? It would be like losing to Lin Xinyi completely.

And because of a series of experiences in the past, and even a certain hidden worry that has not been completely dispelled until now, the last thing Conan wants is to admit defeat to Lin Xinyi.

So he stubbornly insisted on the detective dream.

only…

He said no with his mouth, but his body was very honest.

Faced with these new knowledge and new methods that are obviously of great help to criminal investigation reasoning? As a reasoning fanatic, Conan still couldn't help but secretly followed Mao Lilan to learn.

Now he's showing it so casually.

Mao Lilan immediately noticed something keenly:

"Conan, did you peek at the professional book I keep at home?"

"No, no..." Conan said guiltily, "This is all from my past? Uh..."

"I learned it from my dad when I was on vacation in Hawaii."

"Is it…"

Mao Lilan smiled noncommittally:

"Conan? You understand now, don't you?"

"The kind of detective who relies too much on personal ingenuity to solve crimes? It's outdated now."

"In the future, you will study criminal science and technology with me? It would be best if you also work in the Metropolitan Police Department with me."

She was looking forward to the day when she would work in the police station with her childhood sweetheart.

And kid Conan shook his head stubbornly:

"do not want!"

He will never become a policeman in the future!

You know, Mao Lilan is now working in the Metropolitan Police Department, and has long become an official of the Forensic Section in the actual sense.

If he also becomes a policeman in the future, he might have to salute when he meets his girlfriend.

Especially, if the antidote is not researched, he will have to wait more than ten years before starting work...

At that time, it will not be as simple as saluting.

Mao Lilan probably became his immediate boss, who had to bow when welcoming and sending off, and had to stand when reporting work in front of her.

And if he married Mao Lilan, he would definitely be misunderstood by his colleagues as a young boy who betrayed his appearance to seduce his boss.

"No... Absolutely not!"

Conan was so frightened by his own brain supplement that his face turned pale.

He suddenly understood Mori Kogoro a little bit.

With such a strong and domineering woman wife, how can a man have any face?

"Ahem... Anyway, we'll talk about this later."

Of course, Mao Lilan didn't know that Conan had already used his detective-level imagination, and in just a few seconds, he imagined his humble posture in front of his wife in the future, bowing his head and bowing his head.

She just saw that Conan couldn't wait to change the subject:

"The most important thing now is to judge the owner of this string of footprints."

"Just said:"

"These tracks were not left by a man busy running away."

"Then here comes the question... what about the murderer?"

"There is only such a series of footprints outside the villa. If it wasn't left by him when he ran away, what about his footprints?"

"There is a vast expanse of snow outside. It is impossible for him to disappear out of the window without leaving any traces."

"unless…"

After some persuasive persuasion, Conan finally drew Mao Lilan's attention back.

She thoughtfully followed up on Conan's conjecture:

"Unless, the murderer didn't leave the room at all, but hid in the room?"

"Otherwise, he was chased by us and jumped out of the window to escape, and the footprints left behind could not be so smooth."

"But it doesn't seem to make sense."

Mao Lilan frowned slightly:

"That room is that big, and the only place where people can hide is under the bed."

"But after we arrived at the scene, there were always people staying at the scene."

"I also checked the bottom of the bed. There is only one corpse underneath, and there is no hidden murderer at all."

"And if the murderer neither escaped through the window, nor hid in the corner of the room."

"How did the murderer disappear?!"

She seemed to be in trouble.

"Actually, you should be able to guess it, Xiaolan."

"It's just that you are too familiar with that person and respect her too much, so you subconsciously don't want to doubt her."

Conan sighed lightly, with a sad expression on his face.

He is also very familiar with that person.

After all, that was the teacher he, Xiaolan and Yuanzi share.

"You mean..."

Molly bit her lip tightly.

She instinctively didn't want to say that name.

Conan, on the other hand, continued to increase the size, and said in a dignified tone:

"Xiao Lan, we have confirmed through trace science that this footprint was not left by the murderer when he fled."