"Da-da."

There was a sound of footsteps in the quiet hotel lobby, and the manager of Nagasaki, who was keeping accounts at the counter, looked up to see a man wearing an English bowler hat and a white rubber mask walking downstairs.

The man wore a scarf, a lapel cape coat, and two travel bags in his hands.

Although he is a weirdo, he is also a guest......

"Mr. Tozune, what's the matter?" Manager Nagasaki asked confusedly.

The weirdo didn't speak, just threw down the room key and turned to leave.

The manager of Nagasaki looked surprised: "Do you want to check out?" But today's train has already left...... Please wait a minute, Mr. Tsuzune! ”

Outside the hotel, the strange man disappeared into a faint mist without looking back, the crow's screaming echoed among the dry branches, and the whole swamp looked like a habitat for the undead.

"Hmph." The weirdo chuckled and walked to the water's edge, took off his disguise and sank into the swamp with his travel bag.

"Welcome to the Dead Bones, Lambs......"

"Quack ——!"

In the hotel room at the station, Gao Cheng sat at the head of the bed and wrote and drew in a notebook, listing the details of the trip in detail on paper.

When encountering such a complex case, he has become accustomed to combing through the details and judging the truth hidden behind it through the details and the whole.

The so-called things must happen for a reason, especially in high-IQ crimes, the murderer's seemingly casual actions may contain some important clues behind them.

That's reasoning.

Although he only scored 75 points in the test, it didn't prevent him from becoming a detective who solved high-IQ crimes, and he was almost completely bad at solving code puzzles and the like and left it to Xiao Ai.

Perfect......

"Joto!" Officer Twilight suddenly banged on the door outside and shouted, "Something's wrong!" ”

"Huh?"

In the next room at the staircase, Gao Cheng followed Officer Twilight to push the door and look into the room, his eyes shrinking.

In the dim light, the head of the magic troupe, the gentleman mountain god, hung like a puppet, the corpse was divided from the neck to the joints of the hands and feet, and the black clothes were tied together with ropes, and the twisted appearance was almost exactly the same as the doll sent to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Looking at this unbearable perverted scene, Rao is gray yuan frowned slightly.

Gao Cheng's face was slightly gloomy.

Why did that hellpuppeteer do this, was he just a perverted murderer?

"Murder, homicide?" The news of the discovery of the body spread immediately, and the guests of the entire hotel gathered outside the scene.

"I heard that the leader of the Fantasy Magic Troupe who disappeared on the train was killed......"

"What?! Isn't tonight's magic show going to stop? ”

Gao Cheng squatted beside the corpse that had been put down, covered it with a cloth, looked at the crowd of people talking outside and the wife of the head of the regiment who was whimpering and crying, Xihai, stood up and said in a deep voice: "The cause of death should be a fatal assassination in the temple, and the presumed time of death is between 10 o'clock in the morning and 1 o'clock in the afternoon today, that is, the time between the magic show on the train and the discovery ......of the corpse."

"I see," Tokitsu Junya stood next to him, staring at the corpse and smiling, "So he was killed on the train, and what you saw in the box is probably the body of the deceased?" But how did the corpse end up here...... It's puzzling, and the case is getting more and more interesting. ”

The mountain god Xihai wiped his tears: "My husband is dead, and you still say such things!" ”

Shi Jin bowed slightly and smiled: "I'm sorry, the contemptible person is just excited when he encounters such a difficult case, of course, the contemptible person will definitely find the murderer." ”

In the manager's room, everyone went to the manager of Nagasaki for questioning.

"The room where the corpse is located is occupied by a man named Tozune, right?"

"Yes, this guest came by train two days ago, because he was wearing a white rubber mask, and he didn't know what he looked like," said the Nagasaki manager, "He has been closed for the past two days, and he suddenly checked out and left, because the next train will not come until two days later, and I still think it's strange......

"I think this person even has a fake name," Detective Hakuba pondered as he held the register, "and the pronunciation of the names in the register has been rearranged, and it has become a 'marionette'......"

"Marionette?"

Everyone thought of the corpse of the head of the mountain god again.

"That guy really made the corpse like that on purpose!"

"Mr. Nagasaki," Twilight continued, "is there any other way to get out of here besides the train?" ”

"No," said the Nagasaki manager, shaking his head, "you should have seen it when you came, it was surrounded by swamps and wetlands, and the only road to the town had been washed away by last month's heavy rains. ”

"So the murderer still stayed here and didn't leave?"

Shi Jin smiled: "This is much simpler, the murderer may have come here under a false name to open a room, and then secretly left to come by car with us...... The murderer should be among the passengers who came in the car today. ”

Twilight excitedly said, "Speaking of which, except for the Fantasy Magic Troupe, almost all of the people who came to Dead Bones by car today were audience members who came to see the magic show, and they all stayed in the hotel......

Takagi looked distressed: "But the police department, there are still a lot of people, and the murderer is not necessarily only one ......"

Gao Cheng sat silently next to him with his chin propped up.

The biggest problem now is not knowing how the body disappeared from the train and how it ended up in the hotel.

The window of that train could only be opened a little, and the head could barely pass through, but the body could not......

Not to mention how the corpse disappeared in the box in an instant, it is difficult to explain that the body cannot be found in the whole car after that, even if the corpse is divided, it will not be found.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bai Ma saw Gao Cheng in thought, smiled lightly and said to everyone: "Don't be so anxious, this mystery will not be solved in a while, after all, the murderer is a high-IQ criminal who does not play cards according to common sense, and ...... This bloody crime, the murderer did not hesitate to do it and even enjoyed it, this guy called the puppeteer of hell, he is not simple. ”

……

At night, the Fantasy Magic Troupe Lounge.

"What's going on?! Why does the show go on? The beautiful woman mountain god Xihai lost her temper and asked Gao Yuanyao, "I said that tonight's performance will be suspended, and the head of the troupe is dead, what are you performing?!" ”

Gao Yuanyao was sweating profusely: "This ......"

"That's why I'm going to perform, Miss Yumi," Yurama said with a natural smile, "just in time for the new leader of the Fantasy Magic Troupe to make his debut......"

Yumi's face changed greatly: "Yurama! You ......"

"Of course?" Yurama sneered, "I'm the most popular in the group, and of course the Fantasy Magic Troupe is my property, and I can't perform without the 'living puppet', right?" Hmph, eldest sister, don't disturb me, go and warm me up honestly! ”

"You!" Yukai stared at Yurama leaving with a terrifying face, gritted his teeth and smashed the vase next to him, "You remember it for me!" Yurama! I'm not done with you——! ”

Gao Cheng heard a roar from a distance while he was still in the corridor, and couldn't help but shrink his neck: "Is this magic troupe really okay?" ”

"Hurry up," Gray Yuan urged angrily, "Everyone has already gone to the theater, and you can wait." ”

"Do you suddenly want to go to the toilet...... Gao Cheng said slightly, "By the way, do you really like to watch magic shows so much?" ”

"I don't like it."

"Huh?"