I became a super detective after commenting on spoilers

At ten o'clock in the morning on Christmas Day, the gravedigger's third live burial live broadcast started on time.

This marks the third defeat for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

[What the hell are the police doing? !Can't find a murderer for a full 20 days?It's been broadcast live all the time, so is it so difficult to determine the source of the signal? 】

【I just said that "Gravedigger" is definitely a face control, and this time he is also a super good-looking little brother, completely different from the previous two types. 】

[It's a pity that I'm going to die. 】

【Who knows if it's true? After all, the police haven't found the body yet. If it's a prank, the police are just being tricked. 】

[If I debut as an Internet celebrity after the fact, I will never buy it! ! ! 】

[I think it's a stinky marketing tactic. 】

[? ? ?This is obviously a live broadcast of murder, don't those people in front have any empathy at all! 】

The live broadcast started on time, countless viewers poured into the live broadcast room, the server froze for a second,

After that, within a short period of time, a series of entries, such as #土堂人直播#, #银发第三条件#, #月城怪司victim#, rushed up day by day.

Search the three departments.

"Matsuda, you stayed up all night, why don't you go to rest first... Matsuda, Matsuda! Are you okay!"

A colleague came in with a few cups of espresso, but Matsuda Jinpei stood up abruptly, knocked down the stool, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his face was pale.

In the infrared camera of the live broadcast, in the darkness and confinement, Reiji Tsukishiro's peaceful sleeping face was like a knife cutting open Matsuda Jinhei's heart.

"How could it be...obviously..."

If he didn't return to the police station yesterday, would Tsukishiro Reiji... be fine?

Matsuda Jinhei's lips turned white.

He subconsciously reached out to touch Tsukishiro Reiji's soft cheek, but only touched the cold LCD screen.

"The victim is your friend?" The colleague immediately realized that the wording was inappropriate, "Sorry."

"He must be rescued." The colleague comforted, but he didn't have much hope in his heart.

Except that the victim's activities were in Tokyo, and the police department's psychological profile of the gravedigger, they could hardly get any information through the narrow screen with tricky angles.

A colleague handed him a glass of espresso, and wanted to pat Matsuda Jinpei on the shoulder, but was startled by the intense pain in his eyes, and silently put down his hand.

"Thank you." Matsuda Jinping took a sip of coffee, got up and walked to the bathroom.

The water from the faucet kept running.

Cold water flowed from his mouth and nose, and he couldn't breathe.

In the confined space, oxygen is decreasing every minute and every second, suffocation and weakness, this is the predicament that Tsukishiro Reiji is in.

"Cough, cough, cough," cold water flowed into the trachea, and Matsuda choked out in embarrassment.

Panting heavily, his pure black pupils couldn't see a gleam of light, and his eyes completely calmed down.

Ten minutes later, finally, there was movement on the other end of the live broadcast.

The long eyelashes trembled, and the light blue pupils were slowly revealed in front of countless audiences.

Tsukishiro Reiji woke up.

Too dark.He glanced around and saw nothing.

Only the red dot of the night vision camera keeps beating, which is particularly scary.

His mind was still groggy, his vision kept shaking, acid water surged in the dizzy Reiji Tsukishiro's stomach,

It looks like the gravediggers drugged him again after he passed out.

Although the possibility of going out is extremely small, it is impossible for Tsukishiro Reiji to sit still.

When the dizziness got better, he was going to explore the environment he was in.

As soon as he raised his right hand, Reiji Tsukishiro found that his left hand was also brought up...

After groping for the rope tightly tied several times around his wrist, his eyes slightly opened.

Reiji Tsukishiro remembered that in the previous two live broadcasts, the victim's hands and feet were free.

Does he look like he can split thick planks with his bare hands?

Could it be that the elbow that I gave the gravedigger really hurt, and the other party was so angry that he didn't even want to give him this little "freedom"?

In the live broadcast, the silver-haired young man's sleeping face was cold, but when he opened his eyes, the sharp and upward corners of his eyes instantly gave off a cold feeling.

【Flower of Gao, Gaoling...】

[Lively, gloomy, and cold, is the gravedigger some kind of collector? 】

[Falling and waking up are totally different types. 】

【Why only Tsukishiro-san's hands were tied?Could it be that the force value is very strong? 】

[But it seems that there is no trace of training at all, and it is very bookish, like a researcher. 】

[Is no one paying attention to the rope?It just happened to be a red rope, which is too bad! 】

[Moon City?Has human flesh come out just after the broadcast? 】

[Tsukishiro Reiji, 19 years old, a freshman at Keio University.He has been out of the circle before and is said to be a very good detective. 】

[What, the family is rich enough to be able to go to a private university, so please die. 】

[He's a top student. 】

Facing the live night vision camera, Tsukishiro Reiji had no intention of speaking at all.

Every word he speaks is compressing his life time, and it is best to move as little as possible.

He first observed the surrounding situation.

Well, it's too dark to see at all.

Judging by the feeling of his whole body curled up in a closed space, he was in a round wooden barrel.

The round wooden barrel is olive-shaped, with a large middle and small upper and lower ends.

Tsukishiro Reiji instantly recalled that there were dark red marks on the edge of the banknote that the man handed over yesterday, which was not solidified on it, but permeated into the banknote.

He is now in oak barrels where the wine is being made.

Oak barrels are used to store or brew wine, and its airtightness is naturally needless to say.

Perhaps there are tiny gaps between the planks that allow for proper "micro-oxidation" of the wine, but the oxygen needed to breathe is a myth.

In other words, he has no possibility of breaking from the inside.

After thinking clearly, Reiji Tsukishiro slowed down his breathing, and adjusted his physical state to a mode that consumes less energy.

He must survive as long as possible.

But this is not to say that Tsukishiro Reiji completely gave up on saving himself, he struggled to measure the barrel with his fingers.

The height is about 1.2 meters, and the diameter of the barrel belly is about [-] centimeters to [-] centimeters.

It can hold about 650 liters of wine, and its size is close to that of Madeira barrels or Porter barrels. However, Porter barrels are longer and narrower in shape, so Madeira barrels are more likely.

To talk about why Tsukishiro Reiji knows so much about wine barrels, we have to start with Charlotte.

Charlotte's huge knowledge reserves support the other party to become an excellent detective.

This made Reiji Tsukishiro realize that knowing more about other fields would help him make up some nonsense at the crime scene.

After all, microexpressions, while useful, are not enough evidence.

In addition, he wrote a lot of original cases when he was drawing comics, which also made him absorb a lot of strange knowledge.

Reiji Tsukishiro closed his eyes, and pulled out this long memory from the memory palace.

The type of wooden barrel is closely related to the brewed wine. If he can determine the type of barrel, he can know what kind of wine the winery brews, so as to narrow the scope.

Madeira, Madeira...

Ah, I found it.

"Madeira casks add fruity flavors such as vanilla, cloves, liquorice and anise to the whiskey".

Reiji Tsukishiro sniffed it carefully. He was used to the smell in the barrel, and he couldn't distinguish the smell of vanilla and clove, let alone the fruit flavor.

It must be said that the taste in the barrel is relatively precipitated, which is somewhat similar to the incense sticks burned in Japanese temples.

Wait, incense sticks!He remembered that there seemed to be a special kind of oak barrels in Japan - "Mizunara oak barrels can add scents such as agarwood and sandalwood"

Sandalwood, yes!

If it was a Mizuna wooden barrel, the range would have narrowed down a lot.

Tsukishiro Reiji hoped that he guessed correctly.

Mizuna has a long growth cycle, and the price of wood is several grades more expensive than cedar and cherry. Only large wineries in Japan can afford Mizuna barrels, such as Suntory and Bamboo Crane.

However, the large wineries are distributed all over Japan, and now it is only reduced from looking for a needle in a haystack to finding a needle in a lake.

Oxygen continued to decrease, Tsukishiro Reiji was already dizzy, and the decrease in blood oxygen concentration made him feel even more tired.

The brain is dull and it is difficult to continue thinking.

The police did not find the body, so naturally there was no way to deduce more from the details.

The first victim didn't know what was going on at all, and I'm afraid he couldn't provide effective information to the police. The second victim was taciturn and probably didn't speak much.

In other words, the police have very little information.

Tsukishiro Reiji smiled wryly in his heart.

He opened his eyes and stared at the red dot of the only camera in the dark for a while.

He had to figure out a way to get the message out.

[The personality is so dull that he has been silent. 】

【But it's really pretty. When I lower my eyes, I feel fragile, and I can't look away at all. 】

[In this case, it is correct not to speak. The second victim lasted five hours longer than the first one. 】

[What a morning star in the detective world, what a waste. 】

[No way, you also took out the eye-catching headlines of third-rate tabloids?Yuecheng himself is very low-key, okay? 】

[Restrict movement and vision, tell me how to complete reasoning in this situation? ? 】

Not knowing the smog on the message board, Tsukishiro Reiji was thinking about ways to convey the message.

The target of the live broadcast is not only countless spectators, but also gravediggers.

The death process of his struggle is itself a part of the other party's so-called art.

The gravedigger will definitely stare at him until the last second.

Once he speaks, it's okay if his reasoning is wrong. If his reasoning is correct, what if he offends the other party and cuts off the live broadcast directly?

Even the worst possibility, he will be killed bloodily under the live broadcast...

But for Reiji Tsukishiro, there is a situation worse than the worst,

The moment the gravedigger kills him, he will perform a resurrection on the spot in front of countless audiences...

Human experimentation, slice research, etc., countless possibilities flooded into his mind, and Reiji Tsukishiro couldn't imagine what situation he would fall into.

He had to deliver the message quietly.

Certainly not Morse code, it is too easy to crack.

Let him think...Mizuna, MI·ZU·NA·RA.

In the camera, Reiji Tsukishiro opened his eyes, his light blue pupils were covered with a strange halo, as indifferent as if he was not the one who was in danger, and everything was just a prank.

"Yesterday's crossword puzzle, I figured out the answer."

His feet were numb, Tsukishiro Reiji changed to a more comfortable position, resting his head on the oak board.

"South (みなみ)." MI·NA·MI

[Are you sending a message!Definitely pass the message! 】

【South? !What do you mean, in the south? !It's only been an hour since the broadcast started, did you figure out the location so quickly!so amazing! ! ! 】

[I'm afraid it's just nonsense... It is recommended that the police follow their own steps to investigate the case, and don't be disturbed. 】

[I was out of the circle before, and if the case is really solved in just one hour, the traces of the script are too obvious...

Let's go to the major brokerage companies to find out if this guy has signed a contract, don't be the only ones who really feel the truth. 】

"静か (しずか)." SI·ZU·KA

On the message board, messages began to be refreshed crazily.

[Very quiet south?Is it the Kyushu area? ! 】

[The voice is also super nice!I will definitely support the debut! ! 】

[Do not forgive marketing! 】

"ごめなさい." GO·ME·NA·SA·I

This is the secret signal left by Tsukishiro Reiji, sorry it was originally ごめ (ん) nasai, the syllable ん is easy to be swallowed due to personal habits and speed of speech.

Those who are not familiar with him will subconsciously think that this is Tsukishiro Reiji's language habits, but those who are familiar with him know it.

Tsukishiro Reiji spoke slowly, and it can be said that he was speaking in a rigid manner, and it was rare for him to swallow a syllable.

As Reiji Tsukishiro expected, the first second he started to speak, Matsuda Jinpei quickly drew a draft and began to record.

But hearing the third word, Matsuda Jinping felt strange.

Something is wrong, he presses playback.

"Sorry" was said quickly and scribbled by Tsukishiro Reiji, when Matsuda Jinhei slowed down at 0.5x speed, he clearly heard that there was no syllable ん in the middle.

One syllable missing?Why, is it to advance the next syllable?Remove this syllable, and NA becomes the third syllable of the third word...

"Crossword puzzle." Matsuda Jinpei repeated in a low voice.

In the blink of an eye, Matsuda Jinpei heard his heart pounding, and his conjecture needs to be confirmed by Tsukishiro Reiji.

Then he heard the last word—

"ずら."ZU·RA

If Tsukishiro Reiji wants to convey the first syllable of the first word, which is equivalent to the coordinates (1, 1) and the second word is (2, 2), then the fourth should be the coordinates (4, 4) right……

No, what if the coordinate (4, 4) only represents the last syllable?

Jinpei Matsuda circled the syllables of each word.

(MI)·NA·MI

SI·(ZU)·KA

GO·ME·(NA)·SA·I

ZU (RA)

——MI·ZU·NA·RA, Mizura!

"Mizunara Oak Barrel."

"Call out the winery with Mizuna oak barrels in Japan!"

Matsuda Zhenping raised his voice, and his colleagues looked up at him in astonishment.

"He's passing the code?" the colleague asked.

Just as Matsuda Jinpei was about to say yes, he suddenly remembered that if the police news leaked out, and the gravedigger knew that it was the news from Tsukishiro Reiji, wouldn't he put the other party in danger?

"No, the wooden boards in the background look familiar. I asked a friend who is familiar with wine making." He shook his head in denial.

"Are you sure? The light is too dark, and the people in the technical department are restoring the texture of the wood board." A colleague asked.

The direction of the search affects the safety of the hostages, and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is not clueless.

According to the scope of activities and profiles, the gravedigger is active in Tokyo. He is most likely an art fanatic with a performance personality, hoping to be noticed.

The police set their sights on Tokyo and planned to launch a second carpet search immediately.

"If you follow this clue," a colleague confirmed to him, "you have to think clearly, the scope is the whole country."

"Sure." Matsuda Jinpei's voice was hoarse, "I will bear all the responsibility."

"Where's the person you found?" the colleague asked.

Within the first hour of the live broadcast, Matsuda Jinpei quickly identified the suspect, a street photographer.

In the eyes of colleagues, this is more reliable than carpet searches and wine barrels.

"After twelve o'clock, the traces were cut off, and the list of alcohol trucks in Tokyo last night still needs 10 minutes to come out." Matsuda Zhenping was faintly irritated.

Small workshops can't afford Mizunara oak barrels, and such expensive wine barrels won't be shipped out of distilleries casually.

The murderer is very likely to bring Reiji Tsukishiro back to the winery with the wine cart, and then broadcast it live.

With the route of the wine truck and the whereabouts of the Mizuna oak barrels, he will soon find Reiji Tsukishiro,

"I'm contacting now." The colleague picked up the phone, and after a few words, he suddenly looked at Matsuda Jinpei. "The influence caused by the gravediggers is too bad. The search and rescue operation is taken over by the superior."

This means that the search of the three departments cannot intervene in the mobilization of police forces at all.

"It's too late." Matsuda Jinpei gritted his teeth.

"Mizunara oak barrels are expensive, and the sale of each barrel will be recorded." He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door, "I'll check."

On the screen, Reiji Tsukishiro closed his eyes again.

The peaceful appearance made Matsuda Jinpei's heart throbbing even more.

This time he will never break his promise.