After turning over and over, Kurosawa Silver finally found a foothold, and without anyone crooked, he easily got a lot of news from the mouths of Twilight and Sixteen. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At least in some places, the police are not vegetarians.

Here are the findings.

There is only one trace of life in the suite, and Shinagawa Uta is a person who lives alone, an unemployed vagrant, and lives a meaningless life at home on the salary of his parents who live abroad.

According to the neighbors, most of them had never seen Shinagawa, and it was only in the morning that Shinagawa would come out to get the ordered milk and the newspaper about Asama Games, and then someone could meet him, but he would not greet anyone and leave after taking it.

The time when he came out to get things was always close to noon, and he didn't seem to wake up, and his work and rest time were very irregular.

Newspapers were scattered all over the room, and today's newspaper with today's date and today's milk were placed in the corner of the glass table.

The newspaper was crumpled, and a bottle of milk was opened, and it seemed that after two or three sips, the bottle was thrown down for some unknown reason, and the fragments were scattered, and the newspaper was stained with milk, and the liquid was dry, and near the two there was a dirty plate with a lot of crumbs on it.

The police speculated that Shinagawa was approached by the killer while eating brunch.

The police did not find the fingerprints of anyone other than Shinagawa here, and the murderer may have been wearing gloves to commit the crime.

The police deduced the location of the sofa where Shinagawa sat from the location of the breakfast, and observed that there was an argument centered on that location.

There are abrasion marks on the contact surface between the sofa and the floor, indicating that it has been moved, and the garbage around it is messy, and several milk cartons are still flattened, with some messy shoe prints on them, and there are a few drops of blood on the side.

According to Sixteen, Shinagawa accidentally cut his fingers into the corners of the glass and dripped when he was scuffling with the murderer.

Then turn your gaze back to the couch.

Somewhere on the sofa there were signs of a severe dent, and the support inside had been severed.

The police detected human hair and some saliva on it.

According to Sixteen, it was Shinagawa's mark when he was pressed by the murderer and struggled on the sofa.

In addition, some garbage on the ground has traces of being dragged to the door, and there are also half blood-stained shoe prints on the inside of the door, and the male model is estimated to have a foot length of 260mm, so it can be speculated that the murderer's physique is around 180cm.

According to the above police investigation, the murderer should have been able to confirm that he was an adult man over 1.8 meters, after all, he had effortlessly pressed Shinagawa onto the sofa and injected heroin. Sixteen held up a finger and replied with a serious expression.

Kurosawa Silver tugged at the corners of his mouth, and did not answer Sixteen's words for the first time, but continued to look around, and finally his eyes fell on the footprints, and his voice was cold: "I don't think so, your speculation may not be correct." ”

"Miyamoto, why do you think so?" Twilight on the side looked at Kurosawa Silver in surprise, "I don't think Sixteen said anything wrong. ”

"That's true in theory, but it's not necessarily true. Kurosawa Silver pulled a chair and sat down first, then pulled out a cigar and put it in his mouth, "I think the murderer is possible, no matter who it is." ”

Twilight frowned when she saw Kurosawa's self-conscious attitude, but she didn't say much, so she had to shift her attention to Kurosawa's words: "What do you think about Miyamoto?"

"Because, the murderer didn't enter this room from beginning to end today, and those drugs were drunk by Shinagawa Youta herself!" Kurosawa Silver smiled coldly.

"Impossible. Secretly sighing that the policeman in front of him was worthy of being a quiet person, and the chic and arrogant Sixteen, who was as chic and arrogant as that woman, heard Kurosawa's words again in a blink of an eye, and suddenly woke up from his thoughts, and stubbornly vetoed, "Miyamoto-sama, do you also want to say that Shinagawa Youta was hypnotized and then became addicted to drugs and finally masochized himself and jumped off the building? This statement is too absurd, so our police are working to break it-"

"Who told you I meant that?" Kurosawa interrupted Sixteen impatiently.

"Then what do you mean—" Sixteen was stunned.

"I believe in hypnosis, but he only magnifies the inner desires of the hypnotized person infinitely. "It's like Ryo Tsuchiya, who thinks of himself as a mission, so he goes to stalk and attack Conan, but, Shinagawa Uta is different, "Shinagawa Uta doesn't have any suicidal tendencies, and it's impossible for a hypnotist to dig out these things that aren't there, so Shinagawa was killed in another way." ”

"Then you say!" Sixteen had not yet spoken, but Twilight was in a hurry.

"Shinagawa didn't get heroin for a short time, but he started using heroin from the time he was targeted by the killer, and that medium—" Kurosawa Silver turned sideways and cast his gaze straight at the shard of a milk bottle not far away, "this is it." ”

"Milk?" Sixteen was slightly stunned, and then smiled dumbly, "Miyamoto-sama can't do it, if it was poisonous, we would have detected it a long time ago...... Now, Kyushu, you said yes, right?"

Kyushu Hongsaku, who was pulled by his sleeve, turned his head, glanced at Kurosawa Silver and nodded: "In this room, except for the presence of heroin in the syringe, there is no trace of heroin anywhere else. ”

"Of course I can't find it, it's because I don't have the kind of ingredient he wants in today's milk, and Shinagawa goes crazy. Kurosawa Silver let out a faint sneer, "Looking at this room, what do you see missing?"

"I can't see it all at once. Twilight looked around at the mess, and the corners of her mouth twitched, "Shinagawa Uta is a sloppy person, and he habitually piles everything together, and it's a mess......"

"Wait! there's something missing...... Sixteen suddenly realized something, looked around, and narrowed his eyes, "There's no milk bottle missing!" he goes to fetch milk every day, but now there is no trace of milk bottles in this room except for the broken milk bottle......

"Yes, yes!" Twilight suddenly realized, "And with Shinagawa's lazy personality who piles all the garbage together, he obviously won't pick out the milk bottles and throw them away!"

"Investigate the milk delivery personnel immediately!" Twilight ordered the guard next to him without saying a word.

"Wait a minute, Twilight senior......" Kyushu, who was listening, remembered something at this time, and stopped him coldly, "You seem to have forgotten one thing, not only is the person who delivered the milk suspicious, but also because Shinagawa Youta went to pick up the milk very late, when the milk was put at his door...... Some people can do their hands and feet with milk!"

“…… Isn't that a confusion back to square one!" Twilight slapped her head.

"No, not really. Sixteen pondered for a moment before speaking, "Now we know that there is a good chance that the milk has been added to heroin, and the bottle of milk that is evidence is missing...... The killer was a person who knew that the victim had ordered milk and that he could go in and out of the victim's home......"

"Could it be the janitors?" Sixteen looked up at Kurosawa with blazing eyes, "and that would explain why this is the mess around this garbage dump...... Because the murderer knew that Shinagawa Youta had no days to live, he slacked off his work and only took away the necessary evidence every day!"

“…… Maybe it's possible. Kurosawa replied.

"Okay, then you can go to the cleaning company and ask now!" Without saying a word, Twilight gave a new order, and the two detectives immediately saluted and ran away, Twilight looked at their backs, turned to look at Kurosawa Gin's gaze and showed a pleased smile, "Brother Miyamoto, this time thanks to your discernment, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to catch the line-wait!It's still a little wrong!"

Twilight, who was slow and half-beaten, patted her head: "How do you explain the syringe? How do you explain the syringe in the middle of breakfast? How do you explain the depression of the sofa? How do you explain the footprints on the door? Brother Miyamoto, you must have a clue!"