Conan's heart was cold, and from the moment he heard the scream, he knew that Nana Koyamauchi was probably hopeless. To add insult to injury, Xiaolan, who heard something wrong next to her, suddenly began to scream.

The door panel passed the murderer sideways and walked into the hall, "What's wrong?" ”

The familiar voice made Xiaolan calm down a little, she took out her mobile phone and wanted to press 110, but after seeing the "no signal" sign in the corner, she stopped her hand.

Under the faint light brought by the screen, she ran quickly in the direction of the door panel, her eyes didn't dare to look at Nana Oyamauchi, and she trembled as she ran, "Miss Nana seems to have been attacked!" ”

Before the door panel could think about what to say, he heard another sound of footsteps in the hallway.

It was Mori Kogoro who came running with his mini flashlight, and he pushed the door and shouted, "What's wrong?" ”

By the time he asked, he had already seen the situation himself, and the flashlight that could be hung on the key was not very bright, but it was still enough to vaguely see a person on the floor.

Maori Kogoro snorted in annoyance, but he knew exactly what to do now, turned around and ran back again, "I'll go find the electric switch!" Stay where you are and don't move! ”

When the other people heard this, they went with him to find the power distribution room, and after a period of chaos, the lights finally came back on, and everyone gathered in the hall again.

- Nana Koyamauchi collapsed two or three meters away from the luxurious dining table, she was lying on her stomach with a knife stuck deep in her vest, and blood flowed down the chimera between the knife and the flesh, soaking the brick cracks.

Like the previous attackers, a "7 of spades" dropped next to her corpse.

The Twilight Police Department put on their gloves and turned them over to take a look, and as expected, the back was also a familiar black and red checkered pattern, the same as the previous card.

The door panel crouched on the other side, watching Nana Koyamauchi's soul emerge from her back.

The soul had not yet recovered from the horror of being suddenly killed, and it trembled like a pudding dumpling that had been mistakenly placed on a washing machine. After a few seconds of shuddering, she hesitantly turned her head to look in the direction of the door.

I wanted to complain to this person with the breath of death about his grievances, but when he found the target, he saw the other party's Adam's apple rolling, revealing eager eyes that couldn't be suppressed, looking at her like a person who had been hungry for three days on the street staring at the window of a restaurant.

“……”

After a moment of silence, Nana Koyamauchi pulled her legs and ran, "Help!! ”

“…… What are you doing! I haven't done anything, have I?! As soon as the door panel took out the drink, before he could take a sip of the fragrance, the soul used to eat actually ran away.

He was suddenly more aggrieved than Nana Koyamauchi - if you can't eat it, you can endure it, and you won't be allowed to smell it, it's too much!

In front of him, Nana Yamauchi had already climbed several meters in a row.

Perhaps sensing her strong desire to escape, the ground in front of her soul suddenly sunken, and in the blink of an eye, a black hole the size of a basketball spread.

Then, a wave of tentacles poured out of it.

The soul hesitated for a moment, and then glanced back.

After seeing a few bitter glances in the door panel, it took a deep breath and jumped into the tentacle bush in a standard diving position without hesitation. Huang Quan was also unambiguous, agile unlike it, and swooped back into the hollow, and the ground quickly returned to its original state.

"......", the door panel was stunned, and the drink in his hand lost its taste, "As for it?" ”

"What are you muttering here alone?" Conan followed the line of sight of the door panel and looked at the empty floor, "What's on the ground?" ”

The door panel was originally looking at the soul, but when the soul was gone, he was not looking at anything. At this time, hearing Conan's question, he subconsciously swept around, and actually found something.

He got up and took two steps, reaching for a strangely shaped flake behind the leg of his chair, but before he could touch it, he was jerked by his arm.

Conan's movements were unusually swift, and he picked up the flakes through the handkerchief first, "It's okay, just find something!" You sit there first and sober up, and I'll look for you if there's something!" ”

…… One or two of them used it as a tool, and the door panel snorted in his heart, pulled a chair nearby, and sat down resentfully.

Conan walked away with the flamella.

This thing looks like a fingernail, and the color is exactly the same as Nana Koyamauchi's other nails, but strangely, there is no sticky flesh on it.

Fortunately, there was a young girl next to her, and in the end, with the help of Xiaolan's knowledge, a group of people finally figured it out.

- This thing is a fake nail that has become popular recently, and if you compare it with Nana Koyamauchi's corpse, you can see that it fell from the middle finger of her right hand.

While a group of people are studying their nails, Conan discovers a new problem.

He stared at the strange marks on Nana Koyamauchi's shoulder for a moment, tugging at the sagging strap of her blouse and gently pulling it down.

A deep handprint appeared in front of Conan's eyes, and the mark landed on her left shoulder, as if she had been grabbed hard from behind before being assassinated.

He raised his hand and compared it upwards, and came to the conclusion: "It is the mudra of the left hand, this hand is used to catch people, and the one who holds the knife should be the right hand, which means that the murderer is right-handed...... Wait, right-handed? ”

Halfway through his thoughts, Conan suddenly realized a problem.

He began to pace back and forth, muttering to himself trying to rejuvenate his memory, "The Twilight Police Department showed a picture of Murakami Akira before, and when he dealt cards in the casino, he used ......"

"Left hand." , the door panel is pillowed on the back of the chair, I feel that I have a special right to speak here, and I boasted by the way after answering, "I have a very good memory!" ”

"Well, I know ......," Conan looked at him with a twitch in the corner of his eye.

After getting drunk, this person's personality has changed a lot, but fortunately, he is still as sharp as usual and very useful.

After mentioning it on the door panel, he also remembered that in that photo, Murakami was indeed dealing cards with his left hand, which should be his dominant hand.

Once this conclusion is reached, many of the things that happened before are untenable. Conan groaned, a drop of sweat slipping from his forehead, "That is...... It's likely that the killer wasn't Akira Murakami?! ”

"Indeed." , the door panel followed the barren reasoning, "Now it seems that the real murderer is likely to be mixed in among us!" ”

Speaking of which, Conan saw the overturned cans near the gate and suddenly understood how to lock the murderer:

Before the electric gate was closed, he wanted to slip away and find the exit with the adults, but at that time, because the cabinet was too high for him to reach, he put his unfinished juice on the ground.

Before Nana Koyamauchi was stabbed, he seemed to have heard the sound of the drink being kicked over, and in this case, the murderer's trouser leg was likely to be stained with the drink!

The door panel watched Conan rush out and run under the feet of the adult, and after ten seconds, he saw the little detective stop behind a man.

Looking at the murderer, the door panel was slightly stunned, and he suddenly thought of one thing: if he didn't intervene, judging from the small script in the murderer's brain, there would soon be an explosion in the undersea restaurant.

These people, who are still alive at the moment, are not on the death list, and stopping this explosion is the most once and for all, but...... Thinking about the butterfly effect that the white tree always hangs on his lips, and the fines that come with it, the door panel is a little cowardly.

In the end, he had a flash of inspiration: this kind of thing, just ask the above, so that no matter what, you don't have to take the blame yourself.

"Boss! Hey, hey?!! The door panel began to call in his head.

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