Because of the lack of a good environment for erasing evidence, it becomes more difficult to get away with the crime. But when you calm down and think about it, even if you don't deal with the residual poison, you may not be traced back to yourself.

Junko Fujii thought about it repeatedly, and at this time she had entered a Buddhist state of "it's good if you don't get caught, and if you get caught, you will be caught".

The only fun I can find is probably to watch the detectives and the police try their best to crack her modus operandi, and by the way, look at the bitter way of this group of people when they persuade the bad guys to turn back, but......

How the situation is different from what she thought.

Junko Fujii looked at the young detective next to her, and realized one thing in hindsight.

This man, probably, maybe...... Didn't you come to persuade yourself to turn yourself in?

Shiraishi feels that the current Junko Fujii is not very suitable for communication.

But he still has questions to ask.

So, even though the situation wasn't quite right, after Junko Fujii calmed down from the strange small theater in her head, Shiraishi still asked:

"Who made these props in the workshop, and they are all the boss of Feitian? Or did he hire other craftsmen from outside? ”

He tried to keep his tone as serious as possible, pretending to ask this to solve the case. Junko Fujii suddenly jumped out of the sentence "surrender" just now, which really ruined the atmosphere.

Junko Fujii looked him up and down for a moment, and the woman's intuition told her that these two questions seemed to be what the detective really cared about.

…… By the way, he knew the two high school students from the Reasoning Club, and he asked these questions, probably in preparation for the next drama.

It's no wonder that the body of the missing girl is hidden in the basement of Feitian, and there is another pile of cash in Feitian's house, which doesn't look like a good person, and solving the case is not equivalent to avenging Feitian, and it is understandable that he is not interested in the case.

Junko Fujii was a little distracted, and the soot fell onto her skirt.

She flicked it away, not wanting to answer the question honestly: "I've seen reports about you on the entertainment page, aren't you a detective, it's not good to ask these irrelevant matters at the scene of the crime." ”

While speaking, Junko Fujii also kept observing the detective next to him, and found that after hearing this answer, he showed a little disappointment.

His emotions were not obvious, but Junko Fujii was stunned for a moment, and she intuitively felt that this person might not continue to ask as she imagined, but was afraid that she would come up with a disappointing sentence such as "forget it".

So she spoke before Shiraishi: "Why don't you play a game - if you can guess the death of the boss without the help of police intelligence, I will tell you everything you want to know." ”

Speaking of this, remembering that some people like to play with words, she squinted her eyes slightly and emphasized: "You know what I mean, I'm not asking you to explain how potassium cyanide kills." ”

Before the results of the forensic department came out, it was difficult to decipher the modus operandi she had carefully conceived by reasoning alone.

Junko Fujii knows this in her heart.

It's really not interesting to see this detective sitting next to her paddling, she still wants to see this group of people racking their brains to break her trap.

However, the detective, who didn't move much, didn't get up and leave, as she thought, to look for clues.

Before Junko Fujii's words fell, I saw him reveal a little mixed in, "Is this difficult?" And the expression "And such a good thing".

She squeezed her hand on the cigarette, suspecting that she had misunderstood.

But in the next second, I heard the other person speak: "You are using some kind of timed device that needs to be twisted with your fingers, such as the lock on the door, or...... The knob of the induction cooker switch in the kitchen? ”

The young detective's question was light, it wasn't even a question, it was just a hypothesis.

However, Junko Fujii felt a hammer hit her skull.

How could it be ...... so soon?

Shiraishi didn't care about her surprise.

It's not easy to find a conclusion.

But if you already know the conclusion, just draw a line between the conclusion and the conditions, it is much simpler, and you can use "intuition" to prevaricate the parts that cannot be made up.

After coming to this world for so long, Shiraishi is familiar with it:

On the second floor, in addition to Mr. Hita's desk, there are two other desks with unpacked snacks and notes with employees' names written on them...... It's not just Hiroshi Hida, but you also usually work here.

"If you see him counting money before you leave work, you can achieve a similar effect by setting something in advance that he will definitely come across on the way and that is not easy to check.

"For example, sit on the stove with a pot of water and adjust the amount of heat. Hearing the sound of boiling water, most people will rush to turn off the heat.

"When Hida Hiroshi finishes turning the switch, his thumb will be stained with the poison applied to the knob, he should have the habit of licking his fingers when counting money, and when he gets poisoned and comes back to wet his hands to count the money, he will eat the poison into the ......"

Bang Dong –

Conan was so focused on eavesdropping that he tripped headlong over a hanger.

He stood firm on the hanger and glanced at the door secretly, feeling complicated.

After only coming in for a while, Shiraishi had already deduced a set of hypotheses, although they had not yet been verified, but it did sound very reasonable, given Shiraishi's excellent reasoning ability in the past, Conan intuitively felt that this might be the truth.

He looked at the now cracked and uninteresting "secret room", sighed, and began to miss the days when Shiraishi fell asleep as soon as he entered the scene.

Conan crashed into a lot of movement, and Shiraishi followed the sound and looked at the child.

The thoughts in the eyes of the brain supplement machine were too complicated, and Shiraishi really didn't understand it at first glance, so he had to nod his head at Conan with a calm face, waiting for him to understand.

Conan didn't know what it had become, and nodded back with a solemn face.

Then Shiraishi saw him running towards several police officers, probably to check if there was a problem with the knob of the induction cooker.

Taking advantage of Conan's departure and no one else coming over in a short period of time, Shiraishi rolled up the magazine he had taken from the shelf and poked Junko Fujii, who was motionless and the cigarette butt almost burned his hand.

She had to ask what she wanted to ask before she was set on fire.

Although it is not safe to customize the desired head outside, it can at least be used as a reference. Figuring out the price of this world can make the Q version assistant have points in his heart when asking for the price, and the price should not fly to the sky.

……

Evidence wasn't easy to find, but it wasn't part of Shiraishi's mission.

And after being cracked, the hardness of Fujii Junko's mouth plummeted, and it was really like what she promised, answering all questions.

By the time Shiraishi went home to make up for his sleep and got up again in the evening, everything that should have been solved had been solved.

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