Chapter 132: The Mystery of the Murderer

The corners of Gao Cheng's eyes jumped: "What do you want to say?" ”

"Nothing," the weird reporter grinned, looking at the crowd with a horrible expression, "I would like to kindly remind you that it is best not to neglect the man who is locked up in the room on the second floor, and according to my reporter's intuition, he should be the next person to be killed."

"Hehe, but the more people die, the more I can write, which is also good news......"

"What a nasty guy!" Sakai gritted his teeth and watched the reporter leave, "It's just nonsense, Shimoda is locked in a room on the second floor alone, how can the murderer have a chance to do it?" ”

Gao Cheng was silent.

This reporter hates it, but it's not impossible to say it, of course it's okay if you lock it in the room all the time, but if the murderer really has murderous intentions, there is always a way.

In addition, Shimoda, who is locked in the room, is also likely to be the murderer himself.

Detectives can't rely solely on intuition, and based on past experience, sometimes murderers will show Shimoda's reaction in order to get rid of suspicion.

There are still too few clues......

And now there are a few big doubts, he can't figure out why Mr. Sugiyama, who was killed for a long time, appeared at the door, and what happened when the doorbell rang...... Could it be that the murderer is really an outsider?

There's no time left for the garden to wake up, and he must hurry up and find out!

Gao Cheng clenched his fists, took advantage of Mr. Mi Yuan's few to make coffee, and called Xiaolan and said, "Xiaolan, can you take care of the garden first?" ”

Xiaolan was stunned: "Huh? But if the murderer appears......"

"Don't you have karate? Just when the murderer appears, you use karate to teach him a hard lesson. ”

"Ahh

"What's wrong with you?"

"Is there one?" Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Senior Chenghu, you will find out the murderer, right?" ”

"Of course, call me if there's anything." Gao Cheng left the bedroom rather speechlessly, returned to the entrance, and finally crossed Sugiyama's body to check outside.

"Huh?"

By the escalator at the door, Conan didn't know when he ran here, and the little figure was watching around in the wind and snow

"Joto," Conan said with his hands in his pockets, looking like a little adult, "you think it's strange too, don't you?" When the doorbell rang, we were all together except for you and the garden, and the body should have been placed here by outsiders, but ......"

"You don't care about it so much," Gao Cheng mentioned Conan from behind, "help me guard that Shimoda teacher first, and leave the investigation to me." ”

Conan was unhappy and said, "Why do you want me to go?" I've found the clue......"

"What clues?"

"Look there."

Conan pointed to the handrail of the escalator: "There is a pit in the snow above, maybe someone has helped it, and the most important thing is that the pillar on the side of the handrail, there are clear strangulation marks on the left and right sides, don't you think it's strange?" ”

"Strangulation?" Gao Cheng walked to the pillar that supported the eaves, and sure enough, there were traces, which seemed to be made by repeatedly adjusting the string.

"Is it ......?"

Gao Cheng looked back at the doorbell again.

When Sugiyama's body was found, there were no obvious footprints at the door, and it is highly likely that the murderer used a special technique to create an alibi.

However, relying on this clue alone is only back to the original point, and those elementary school teachers are all suspicious......

Putting down Conan, Gao Cheng looked around again and followed the direction of the wind to find it.

With such a strong wind, any string would have been blown away long ago, and he had little hope, but finally found a kite string wrapped around the other side of the handrail.

There is still a broken rubber band tied to one end of the kite string......

"I see, I know how he did it," Conan stood beside him, looking at the kite string and curling the corners of his mouth slightly, and then said solemnly, "But I don't know who the murderer is, and there is ...... evidence."

"yes."

Gao Cheng pinched the kite string and nodded.

Even though he could use the 1-minute mode now, he wouldn't be able to conjure up evidence out of thin air.

This deadly blizzard has covered up a lot of things, and it may have to wait for the police to come in tomorrow for a fuller investigation......

"Shimoda-sensei!" In the wind and snow, a panicked shout suddenly came from the villa, and Gao Cheng and Conan were startled at the same time.

"What's going on!" Everyone hurried to the second floor and found Minori Nakamura slumped in a panic at the door of Shimoda's bedroom.

"Shimoda-sensei, he ......"

Minori Nakamura looked at the open bedroom with a shocked face, and Gao Cheng looked down, only to see Shimoda, who was originally fine, lying on the side of the bed with a terrible face, staring straight at the door with wide eyes, and a mobile phone with an alarm clock that kept ringing.

"How so? Wasn't he locked in his room all the time? How did the door open? ”

"I heard this alarm go off and came over to take a look," Minori Nakamura was still a little frightened, "Shimoda-sensei didn't respond at all, pushed open the door and that's it...... Obviously it was fine when I was going to bring him coffee before......"

The weird reporter appeared beside everyone again: "Could it be that you killed him yourself, and then pretended to find the body?" ”

"How could it be ......?"

"Even a reporter can't just suspect people," Gao Cheng pressed the stranger's shoulder, "You're just attacking irresponsibly." ”

"Oh?" The dark bags under the weird reporter's eyes twitched slightly, "Hehe, do you already know who the murderer is?" ”

"Everyone stand here and don't move, the murderer is probably among us now."

Gao Cheng scolded and entered the bedroom with Conan to inspect the scene.

Like that Sugiyama, Shimoda had a deep rope strangulation mark on his neck, and this time there was a wound that seemed to have been scratched by his fingers.

Gao Cheng picked up Shimoda's palm and looked at his nails, then looked around the scene.

Indeed, Shimoda clearly struggled violently......

"Huh?" A long hair on Shimoda's neckline caught Takasari's eye.

The murderer is a woman?

Grabbing his hair, a bright line flashed in Gao Cheng's mind, and he spontaneously entered the high-speed thinking space, and everyone's every word and deed, every move was decomposed and analyzed in the thinking space, and all the details converged, and the entire case was quickly reconstructed.

"There is no murder weapon," Conan said as he rummaged around, his face heavy, "the rope used to kill Shimoda-sensei is gone......"

"Huh?" Several teachers at the door didn't know how Gao Cheng let a child roll around, so he said, "It should be the murderer who took it away, I think it must be someone outside." ”

"But why did the rope stay in the room when I attacked Yonehara-sensei and Sonoko-san before?"

Conan was puzzled, turned his gaze to Gao Cheng, and found that Gao Cheng was holding a hair in a daze, with a serious look as if he had mastered everything.

"Again, this expression ......"

"I know why."

Gao Cheng heard Conan's question, and slowly stood up after the one-minute mode, his eyes swept sharply over everyone present.

The murderer's second murder was too hasty and left behind absolute evidence, which is not in the slightest doubt through the one-minute mode.

"The problem of the rope is the crux of this case, it is not that the prisoner did not take it away, but that the prisoner could not take it away at all."

"What does that mean?" Several teachers felt inexplicable and wondered, "Why can't you take it away?" Didn't the murderer jump out of a window and escape? ”

"Yes, you ran out after the footprints at that time," the weird reporter stared at Gao Cheng's immature and mixed face, and his voice was hoarse, "It's too disappointing if you are a detective with only this level, I will report it truthfully, hehe." ”