"A minute?" Twilight looked at the floor plan again.

The restaurant and the electric switch seem to be quite far apart, but if you actually walk, you can walk there in about thirty or forty seconds.

What's more, Twilight has a deep impression of Homoto, this helper is timid and impatient, and when he goes to close the switch, he can't walk slowly, maybe he rushes all the way, in that case, the time must be shorter.

Yoko Shinide heard his question, and she explained:

"Ah Guang has just arrived, and he is not familiar with this home, and it is not impossible to get lost in the dark."

Having said that, this house is also in the shape of the word "mouth", and it is not a maze type, so it is still a little strange that you can get lost here.

The Twilight Police Department secretly noted down this suspicion, and asked another suspect:

"Where's the new grandma's room?"

"On the second floor."

Yoko Shinide pointed to the floor plan spread out on the table:

"Go up the stairs from the restaurant and turn left, the first room is. My mother-in-law liked this room with a view of the courtyard, so we arranged for Ah Guang to live next door to her, so that she could take care of it. ”

"Uh-huh......", hearing this layout, the two uncles and Takagi fell silent together.

There was only one staircase leading to the new grandmother's room. If she wants to commit murder, she first needs to pass by Yoko Shinide, who is calling at the door.

The corridor is not wide, and even if there is a power outage, it is difficult not to notice it.

The same is true for Hikaru Homoto, the whole home is in the shape of a "mouth", but in fact, one side is not connected: the place where the electric switch is located, although it is close to the bathroom, there are at least two walls in the middle, unless she can pass through the wall......

The so-called elimination method is not good for too little, and too much is not good.

Mori Kogoro and Twilight watched as the four suspects were crossed out and gradually fell into self-autism.

Conan tried to integrate clues in his head, but unfortunately, at every critical moment, the picture of Xiaolan and the new Tomoaki suddenly popped up in his mind.

He was startled by his own brain supplement, and waved his hand frantically to get rid of the bad hallucination.

"Dancing gods can't solve the problem." , Bai Shu raised his cheeks and looked at him, "And you only have hands, and the steps of your feet are not right, so you can't attract God's ......."

"Don't be superstitious, and I'm not dancing." Conan sighed and stopped.

He crossed his arms and looked in the direction of the consultation room, as if he could see through the walls to see what Xiaolan and the new doctor were doing over there.

Although I think about it with my head, I can't do anything other than bandage......

"How do you find the murderer?" and "How can I know what Xiaolan and that man are doing?" These two thoughts twisted together in Conan's mind like twisted flowers.

After a long time, he barely came up with an idea, "It's better to let the new monks simulate the scene of a power outage, which may be helpful in solving the case." ”

"......", can have the help of a ball.

Bai Shu thought for a moment, cleared his throat, and stopped talking: "Actually, when the power went out just now, I seemed to hear ...... Alas, of course, it can also be an illusion. ”

"What? Let's go into details. Conan pricked up his ears.

At present, Xiaolan's actions are important, and solving the case is equally important. And only when the case is solved, can he have a reason to keep Xiaolan away from the new monk......

Thinking of this, Conan suddenly became motivated again: "Trust your own instincts, don't let go of any clues." ”

"Okay......", Bai Shu hesitantly pointed to the ceiling: "Half a minute before the call, I seemed to hear a very slight sound from above, as if someone had run over it." ”

"Sound? Wasn't it raining at that time, the raindrops were so loud, how could you ......?"

Conan was halfway through speaking, and then silently shut up again.

People with strong observation skills may be better at hearing than ordinary people, how can they feel that Baishu can't hear because they can't hear.

He didn't let go of this suspicion, relying on the fact that he was a child, Conan quickly avoided everyone's attention and secretly left.

As soon as you exit the dining room, you turn right to the bathroom, and to the left is the hallway where the electric switch is passed, and there is a flight of stairs leading to the second floor.

Conan slipped up the stairs.

Judging from the floor plan shown by Yoko Shinide just now, there are two rooms in total.

The one near the stairs is my grandmother's, and next door to her lives a maid, Mitsumi Homoto.

Conan turned on the light in the hallway and tried to enter the room to take a closer look, but before he could reach the door, there was a crackle of a bell under his feet—he accidentally kicked something.

“？！” Conan immediately lowered his head.

After some searching, he saw a small piece of broken porcelain falling on the ground in front of his feet.

The porcelain tiles are the size of a fingernail, brown overall, and very similar to the color of the floor.

I pinched it up through the handkerchief and turned it over, and Conan's face changed.

- On the back of the porcelain piece, there is actually a dark liquid, judging from the color on the handkerchief...... It seems to be blood!

How could something like this fall on the second floor?

With clear and detailed questions, Logic finally reluctantly squeezes through the pink bubble and quickly carves out a path to the truth.

Countless clues were connected in his mind, and Conan's eyes lit up, and he quickly ran past the room of his new grandmother who had wanted to enter and ran into another room.

……

Shiraki listened to the footsteps upstairs intermittently, and finally entered Hikaru Yasumoto's room, knowing that he could almost go back to catch up on sleep.

After waiting another minute or two, he put down his pen and whispered to the Twilight Police Department:

"It's better to have an impression of what happened during the power outage and let them simulate what happened at the time of the crime. If the murderer is really in this family, maybe he will directly expose his feet because the process of fabricating it does not conform to the truth. ”

"Oh, that makes sense!" , the eyes of the twilight police department lit up, and they felt that it was feasible.