The Twilight Police Department felt that the subordinates were right:

Indeed, the doors and windows of the room were locked, and the only key had fallen on the floor of the room, which happened to be pressed by the notebook - which ruled out the possibility that someone had killed Professor Hirota, locked the door from the outside, and then threw the key through the crack in the door. To put it simply, it was an accident. ”

Hearing this conclusion, the hand tapping on the keyboard paused slightly, she glanced back at the deceased on the ground, and quickly withdrew her gaze and continued to operate the computer in the corner of the room.

If only it were really just an accident.

However......

"I feel like murder." , Conan half-crouched on the ground and pointed to the phone that fell in front of him:

"You see, the phone has dropped too, but the receiver is still properly fastened on it, and there is even a book stacked on top...... Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to arrange things so neatly. ”

"It's you again." The Twilight Police Department was speechless and supported his knees, bent down to look at the phone, and when he straightened up, he touched Conan's head with his hand, and said in a coaxing tone, "It's a coincidence, but just this coincidence, it can't be considered murder." ”

"......", Conan pushed his hand away with a humble eye, unable to communicate with the former boss of this Maori Kogoro.

Bai Shushen chattered into the ear of the Dusk Police Department, "Police Department, don't underestimate this kid, his intuition is very accurate, and Maori teachers often praise him for his future!" ”

"That's an exaggeration, a first-grade elementary school student......"

The Twilight Police Department originally wanted to say what a little kid could understand, but as soon as the words came out, he suddenly remembered that this kid had been in all the murders he had experienced recently, and he had really played a lot of roles......

He began to waver, hesitating, "Could it be a murder in a closed room?" ”

"Murder?" , Noboru Hirota, who had been stunned, finally recovered from the shock, and grabbed the sleeve of the Twilight Police Department in grief and indignation, and shouted, "Then who killed the outer son?!" ”

"Husband, ma'am, calm down." The Twilight Police Department was startled by her voice, and hurriedly changed the subject, "By the way, didn't you notice anything unusual in the study tonight?" ”

"......", Noboru Hirota showed a look of remorse, grabbed his hand and let go a little, she shook her head:

"No, I went to the town town meeting with my neighbor's Mrs. Shibata, left before 8 p.m. and came back after 11 o'clock...... If I had stayed at home, maybe my grandson would have been saved. ”

She pinched her handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, recalling and continuing, "My grandson said that a few students were coming tonight, and I went out early, only to see Mr. Hosoya, who came first, and the young man with a child who came last, and the other ......"

"Shirakura, Hosoya, Morioka, and Asasa." , a voice interjected into their conversation.

When the police department heard the sound and turned around, they saw that Bai Shu had put on gloves at some point and was flipping through a plain cover of the handbook.

He flipped the last page and showed it to the Twilight Police Department, where the names were indeed recorded, "I guess these four people." ”

"Fortunately, the professor has a habit of keeping a handbook." , The Twilight Police Department took the heavy notebook and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it had saved a lot of trouble.

He sent his subordinates "to find out the people with these surnames among the professor's students!" ”

After his subordinate left, he turned to the white tree that was looking around.

"You're here for Dr. Asa in the notebook." , the twilight police department looked at him with a complicated expression.

This junior once made him feel very pleased, but unfortunately after following Mori Kogoro as a detective, he seemed to have contracted some strange physique......

"Ahem." , The Twilight Police Department threw the unscientific thoughts out of their minds and returned to the topic, "It's so late, why are you here?" ”

"I'm here to pick up the magnets for Dr. Asasa, who sent them here by mistake." , Bai Shu explained a few words briefly.

While the two were chatting nonsense, Conan discovered something new.

The little detective lay on the ground, turned his head to look between the phone and the book, and saw a small light on the phone.

Conan raised his hand and grabbed the trouser leg of the passing officer, "The light on the answering machine is on, and there is a message on the phone!" ”

Answering machines are often used by islanders, and in many cases, answering machines can provide clues.

The police pressed the play button, and the electronic sound sounded mechanically: "Message, 13 calls." ”

"So much?" , The Twilight Police Department felt incredible, and said that the amount of social interaction of this deceased person was really amazing, could this be the world of professors?

Under the gaze of countless people, the phone began to play messages in order:

"Drip-hey? Mr. Hirota, I'm Shirakura, are we making an appointment tonight? I lost my journal a few days ago and I'm not quite sure about the date. ”

The first pass ends, and the second pass comes from another person:

"Drip- I'm Morioka, is your schedule set? What time should I come tonight? ”

Third way:

"Di-I'm Bai Cang, did you hear the message? Call me back when I hear the trouble. ”

Fourth pass:

"Drip-I'm ,...... Shirakura"

……

The next few calls all start with "Drip-I am a white warehouse".

Fortunately, this person's lines are different every time, otherwise the police would suspect that the phone was broken.

This sloppy classmate seemed to have the attribute of chatterbox, and at the end of hearing this, Officer Twilight was all sleepy by his chatter, muttering, "Shouldn't there be more than a dozen messages from this white warehouse." ”

"What happened to my message?"

Before the words fell, a young man in a shirt walked into the room in a daze.

He looked at the messy ground and wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

"Mr. Hirota had some accidents."

It is not yet certain whether the deceased died on his own or was murdered, and the Twilight Police Department can only be vague.

As he spoke, he pressed the next message, the last of the 13.

This time it's finally not a white warehouse:

"Drop-Hello, this is Black Life Insurance, I want to explain to you the latest insurance products of our company, can you please take some time to come out? I'll call again later. ”

After listening to all 13 messages, the Twilight Police Department stood up from the phone, moved his waist, and didn't pay much attention to the last insurance advertisement.

Conan's eyes were already wide.

Although the owner of the voice deliberately changed his voice, his skill was really not hot, and before he could finish listening, Conan already remembered someone.

Gray Hara, who had not found the disk or useful information, finally left the computer, leaned over to them, and whispered, "It's the voice of vodka." ”

Shiraki glanced at her and saw that her expression was quite calm.

This girl, who feels like a ghost every time she hears about the organization in black, doesn't seem to be too nervous when she mentions vodka...... This strong man in black is too intimidating.

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