"This choice will determine the rest of your life."

"I want you to think carefully for yourself."

Faced with such a soul question, Mao Lilan couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

Does she really have the determination to become a medical examiner?

Lin Xinyi is right, if the ultimate goal is just to fall in love, she can choose a more relaxed and straightforward way.

Beating Kudo is a very simple and feasible way -

Anyway, that bastard doesn't know how many times he left her, and every time he said it, he forgot it, and he could remember it for a long time.

"What the hell should I choose..."

Under Lin Xinyi's serious and expectant gaze, Mao Lilan became more and more entangled.

She was slow to give an answer.

At this time, the officers of the forensic division had already discovered:

"We found a ballpoint pen on the spot!"

"We found a note on our side that seems to have been written by the deceased!"

Two important pieces of physical evidence were found one after another, and there was obviously a huge breakthrough in the case.

Lin Xin glanced at Mao Lilan, who was still frowning tightly, and was entangled in the choice of the future:

"Don't think about it yet, Miss Maolilan."

"Let's investigate the case first, and then give your answer when the case is solved."

"Hmm—" Maori Lanne nodded sneeringly, his gaze finally firm.

....................................

Outside the blockade, Conan instinctively drew attention to the two physical pieces he had just discovered.

No way... As a detective, it's almost instinct on his part.

Conan subconsciously wanted to get into the blockade to see the ballpoint pens and notes found at the scene with his own eyes, but this time the officers of the forensic division who were in charge of protecting the scene were much more serious than before.

They showed no mercy in keeping the little kid out of the cordon.

Conan was helpless for a while.

Fortunately, at this time, the police officer in charge of the investigation at the scene directly read out the contents of the note:

"'Kuwada'!"

"A person's name was written on the note, Wata, who is Wata?"

"Wakuta is... is an employee of our museum. ”

An old man, probably sixty or seventy years old, with a thin body and a white beard, replied.

The old man is the director of Ochiai, the manager of this art museum.

As soon as Director Ochiai said that Kuwata's identity, all the police officers present looked at the middle-aged museum employee named Wata, under his guidance.

"I... How is my name on the slip of paper? ”

"I definitely didn't kill anyone!"

Mr. Kuwata trembled under the watchful eyes of the police.

He defended himself in a cold sweat, but then, he soon discovered even more evidence against him.

First of all, the mobile supplementary team responsible for adjusting the surveillance footage came back to report.

Surveillance footage captured the entire killing:

The time of the incident was around 4:30 p.m.

The murderer was wearing a full-body suit of European knight's armor, and his face was covered by a helmet, making it impossible to see his face at all.

The murderer slashed the back of the boss with a sword, and then fell because of a stumble, and did not attack for the time being.

Boss Manaka, who was already seriously injured, retreated to the wall, and took advantage of this opportunity to scribble on the paper with the label paper attached to the wall and the ballpoint pen on the table next to him.

Then, the murderer relaunched the offensive and nailed the boss to the wall with a sword.

"Since the surveillance video has proved that the note was written by the boss before his death, and the note is written in Mr. Wata's name, then..."

Knowing these conditions, the eyes of the Twilight Police Department suddenly flashed with a sharp light:

"Mr. Watata, what are you doing around half past four in the afternoon?"

"Do you have an alibi at the time of the crime?"

"I..." Wata's face changed for a while:

Obviously, he didn't have an alibi.

"I was alone in the office working on the curator's papers..."

"You have to believe me, I, I really didn't kill anyone!"

Watata hurriedly defended, but those museum colleagues gave Mr. Wataa a fatal blow again:

"Wata, it's useless to cover up..."

"You secretly took out the art here to sell, and the East Window incident happened a few days ago."

"Boss Manaka is asking you for a huge amount of compensation, isn't he?"

These even have a motive for killing.

There is no abnormal proof, there is a motive for killing, and his name is still written on the note left by the deceased.

This Mr. Kuwata has become a murderer in the eyes of everyone.

"Mr. Wata, you better quickly confess your guilt!"

"I've sent someone to search your office."

"Now you can count yourself as surrendering if you confess your guilt, and when we find evidence of your guilt, it will be too late."

The Twilight Police Department skillfully uses interrogation techniques to induce the suspect to admit his account obediently.

And that Mr. Watada was sweating profusely at the moment, his face was pale, and he really looked like a criminal-minded who was worried that he would be exposed.

"No... The case won't be that simple. ”

"Wakuta is a staff member of the art museum, he can obviously avoid the surveillance to commit crimes, why does he have to put on a knight's armor and run under the surveillance to kill people?"

"Is it to restore the painting? Would a guy who can steal and sell art really choose such an 'artistic' way? ”

Conan listened to everyone's conversation and quickly discovered the suspicion.

But now the forensic class doesn't let him see the physical evidence, and he doesn't let him see the surveillance, even if he has doubts in his heart, he can only stand by and watch the police investigate the case.

Like an Internet addict teenager who can only stand by and watch others play games, Conan is now anxious and itchy, and he can't wait for himself to rush to have a good time.

And he was so anxious that he held back for a moment before he reacted...

I just seriously reflected on myself in my heart, and it seems that I am addicted again.

"Hmm—" Conan quieted down with a blush.

He really wanted to restrain his desire to reason, but reasoning was like an instinct written in his DNA, and it couldn't be erased at all.

"There must be something wrong with this case."

Before he knew it, Conan was reasoning again.

However, the previous reflection and introspection still played a lot of roles:

In the past, Conan would only think about nothing and reason excitedly.

And now, Conan can reason with a hint of guilt and excitement:

"deliberately chose to kill people in a place with surveillance, and because of the so-called 'mistake', the deceased left a death message under the surveillance camera so smoothly."

"It's likely that the murderer is someone else..."

"He must have set up some kind of 'trick' to make the name on that note become Mr. Kuwata."

Despite not having the right to look at physical evidence or surveillance, Conan deduced a lot of things.

"If I had to investigate, I would definitely be able to see through the murderer's tricks."

"But Lin Xinyi... He's only good at checking traces and corpses, but he's not good at dealing with this kind of magic trick! ”

Conan thought about it and figured out the "legitimacy" of his shot:

Human lives matter.

If he doesn't make a move, what if Lin Xinyi can't see through the murderer's tricks?

Professional things should be done by professional people.

As a detective, when you see a case with a trick, you must come forward.

As for addiction... This time by all means.

Thinking so, Conan prepared to muster up the courage to sneak into the blockade, bypassing the guards.

He already had a very bold guess in his mind.

As long as he can see the note with his own eyes, he will be able to verify his thoughts and see through the murderer's scheme.

When the time comes, justice can be served, and good people will not be wronged.

Except, of course, of this high-sounding reason, and its own addiction to reasoning...

Conan actually faintly wanted to outperform Lin Xinyi in reasoning.

In the past, this kind of competition was just a competition between young people and exchanges among peers.

And now, after unconsciously treating Lin Xinyi as a potential threat in the love field, this kind of reasoning competition seems to be endowed with a richer meaning.

Thinking about it this way, Conan is even more motivated.

And then, at this very moment...

At the critical moment when he was full of energy and regarded Lin Xinyi as an opponent and wanted to use this case to compete in it...

Lin Xinyi suddenly sighed helplessly:

"You murderers, every time you want to give me a whole new trick."

"How good is it to simply kill people and run away?"

"Staying at the scene and playing tricks on your own cleverness, is it true that we police are eating dry food?"

"It's like a walk after a manure truck - it's a road!"

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned:

Lin Xinyi said so suddenly to mock the murderer, which means...

"Supervisor Lin, this case has been solved by you?"

"Who the hell is the murderer?"

"Don't try to ask me every time."

"With such a simple case, there is no need for me to make a move."

Lin Xinyi sighed helplessly.

Then, he gently pushed Mao Lilan out of the way.

Mao Lilan was still waiting for Lin Xinyi to say the answer, but she was suddenly pushed to the front desk, and she was still a little dazed for a while.

She was about to speak, but she heard Lin Xinyi say to everyone:

"This Miss Maolilan is a student I have just taught for a day, and I have never studied criminal investigation before."

"The next case is solved, it is enough for her to come."

"Huh?" Mao Lilan was slightly stunned.

Conan, who leaned into the blockade line with half of his body, was even more stunned:

He suddenly found that the opponent who was competing with him this time...

It seems to become... Xiaolan?