"But what's the use of you with this shard?" Gray Yuan asked with a frown. In order to hide this fragment, Conan asked her to squat behind Motota's big ass and thighs, and blocked her with Mitsuhiko and Motota's bodies so as not to attract the attention of Mizumatsuki, but it made her feel a little aggrieved.

"This fragment was picked up by me from the blood of Yuan Jiaming, but—" Conan stopped at this point, and the imps of the Young Detective Corps jumped to their feet.

"What the hell is going on Conan, but what is it? Say it quickly~" Ayumi coquettishly.

"Say!" Avia, giving full play to her majesty as the head of the regiment, ordered directly.

"Conan!" Motota and Mitsuhiko also called.

Gray Yuan didn't speak, staring at Conan with cold eyes.

"I'm just trying to see if you can notice it yourself. Conan shrugged his shoulders and explained helplessly: "If this fragment was broken when Yuan Jiaming was killed, then this fragment should be stained with blood, but there is almost no blood stain on this fragment, so it says-" Conan paused again, hoping that the imps would behave positively.

"The deceased had been dead for a long time when the glass broke!" someone said, but it was Gray Plains who replied.

Just as Conan was complaining about the gray plain mourning and not leaving a chance for the little ghosts, a demonic voice sounded behind him.

"Conan, haven't you gone back yet?" Mizumatsuki asked casually when she walked out of Hara Jiaming's house and saw the young detective group gathered together.

Conan was startled, and with his back to Mizuma, he hurriedly put the pieces in his pocket. Then he turned around and replied, "We're playing games here......" Before he could finish speaking, Conan wanted to slap himself.

It's really used to dealing with others pretending to be children.,It's a game to the water moon.,This guy knows himself well.,If you can believe that you're a ghost......

Unexpectedly, Mizumatsuki had something else on her mind, and walked out with a frown, not only did she not see Conan's small movements, but she also didn't care about Conan's lame excuse: "If you have enough, go home quickly, don't disturb our work." ”

"That...... How's the investigation?" Conan suddenly became anxious and asked Shui Jianyue about the progress of the case, and he didn't expect to know anything if he could find out, as long as Shui Jianyue misunderstood that they were staying here to inquire about the case.

"I can't say ......" Mizuma Moon was not interested in messing with them, waved his hand and sent Conan away, and was about to go to the police car.

After taking two steps, Mizuma Moon suddenly remembered something, turned around, looked at Conan, and asked directly without shying away from the other children, "Did you really see Gin's car that day?"

Conan didn't expect Mizuma to ask in public, and after a pause, he realized that it was important to Mizuma, and confirmed, "It must be his car." ”

Mizuma nodded, turned around and left without saying anything, leaving Conan to prevaricate the imps by himself.

Half an hour ago, the scene of the crime.

"How's it going?" Mizuma Tsuki, who had just "tortured" the Junior Detective Corps, walked in and asked Fujiwara Sakaki, the head of the forensic section.

"We're going to have a smoke check soon. Fujiwara Sakaki replied in a busy way.

"Gunsmoke?" Mizuma Moon raised her eyebrows, "Shooting?" Looking at the corpse again, isn't it, there is obviously a bullet hole in the chest, and 99% of it is a fatal injury.

The smoke detection reagent had been sprayed at the floor and furniture throughout the room, and some faint purple colors appeared at a speed that was audible to the naked eye, which was evidence that the gunpowder smoke from the shooting had fallen on the ground and furniture.

"The effect of this American product is very good, where can the kind we used before be so sensitive, and a trace of gunpowder smoke can't be detected at all......" Fujiwara Sakaki shook his head and sighed.

Mizuma Yue nodded, and complained by the way: "If Junji Kyono, who is in charge of finances, knows that you use such expensive potions, you will definitely go crazy." ”

"He won't know hahaha!" Fujiwara Sakaki said indifferently, looking around.

A series of footprints gradually appeared on the ground, some deep and some shallow, formed by the blank space formed by the smoke taken away by the soles of the feet when people walked by. In the eyes of the layman, it is a representative of disorganization, but in the eyes of Fujiwara Sakaki, a lot of things are quickly analyzed.

The footprints of the children, apparently from the discovery of the bodies by the Junior Detective Corps, were eliminated first, and the footprints of the police officers were eliminated.

Excluding known footprints, there were only three sets of footprints left at the scene, one starting directly in front of the corpse and continuing into the depths of the room, most likely the person who shot Yuan Jiaming; The second group came in through the doorway, walked to the corpse, and turned to leave; The three groups appear to have been standing in the doorway for a long time since the shots were fired, and the first footprint of this group was almost non-existent in the smoke, which is evidence of where the owner of the footprints had been standing before the smoke had completely fallen.

What Mizuma Moon is interested in is the footprints of the most easily recognizable junior detective group, judging from the footprints, they are not as well-behaved as they say, and basically the entire scene has been trampled on by them.