On the way up the second floor, Conan found a hair in the right-angle crack of the staircase.

It was a curly hair dyed brown with a black part of a centimeter or two at the root, as if new hair had grown after dyeing it for a while.

And Conan remembered that the woman who appeared with the mute had straight black hair that hung down to her waist.

Judging by the rate at which her hair grows, it would not have been hers unless she had just returned from the monastery and immediately started dyeing it—that is, she was not the sender.

Therefore, during the search, Conan's attention was more focused on the large space that could hide people than the various mechanism codes.

Especially the attic.

One by one, Conan quickly walked to the room at the end of the second floor.

He turned the doorknob, and it was locked.

This old-fashioned round-handled door is not difficult to open. Conan looked at the crack in the door for a moment and pulled a hard card out of his pocket.

When he was in Hawaii, he and Yusaku Kudo once forgot to bring their keys when they went out, and when they got home, his father thoughtfully taught him how to open various locks.

Conan quickly opened the door, and when he entered, he looked at the stairs leading to the attic, and suddenly noticed that there was a staircase with a pattern that didn't seem to be in the right shape.

Conan walked to the steps suspiciously, crouched down to take a closer look.

The whole bungalow has dark wood floors, and the same goes for this staircase.

Conan approached and reached for his handkerchief, pressed it on the ground, and when he picked it up again, he found that it was a dark red patch of blood—blood that had not yet fully curded.

Conan looked up solemnly and saw the "stain" stretching down the stairs and finally into the attic door.

And judging by the shape of the bloodstains, it didn't run down the legs, but more like it splashed from a not too high position.

- If it is not the arm or hand that is injured, it means that eighty percent of the injured or dead people were carried up.

…… The situation seemed to be worse than he thought.

Conan used to think that this sniper was also the type who didn't like to kill, but now that he saw the blood and thought about the old monk who "committed suicide" in the temple that day, Conan didn't dare to be sure.

The bloodstain begins at the bottom of the staircase and ends in the attic.

Conan was about to go upstairs to see what was going on inside, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the side.

He turned around vigilantly and found that the source of the sound was a cabinet.

The cabinet is not large, and it seems that it is difficult to fit people, and even if it can barely be stuffed in, people's movements will be limited, and it is not easy to pose a threat to people outside.

Conan cautiously walked over, opened the cabinet door, and looked inside.

Unexpectedly, the cabinet was not Nakamura Sada, who had some dust and blood on its body, and its eyes were flat on the bottom of the cabinet, flat as a fur fox.

This body type, this coat color, is too recognizable.

It's just the first time Conan has seen it look so disgraced.

Although foxes have always been bullied by cats before, it has not reached this level at all.

Conan stared at the cabinet in a daze, he couldn't figure out why the fox appeared in this suburban villa.

Then again, it looks so embarrassed, then its owner ......

Conan slowly and stiffly turned his head to look at the attic, his eyes completely turned into horror.

Black Cat ...... I guess I've been killed by that dumb guy downstairs.

No, it can't be, he can fight and run, who can kill him?

…… However, it is the time when people are careless, and there is a saying that there is no strongest, only stronger.

The person who can quietly disguise the old monk as a suicide must not be a simple character.

Conan's heart was beating violently, and his mind was in turmoil, and he pinched his temples, suddenly regretting it.

Before, he felt that with Maori Lan and Maori Kogoro, as long as they didn't give the dumb man a chance to pull out his gun, they would definitely be able to suppress this outlaw.

But now, judging by the various traces, the beginning of the bloodstain was on the stairs, so this room should be the scene of the fight, and there were no bullet marks in the room at all.

The dumb man can win the black cat without relying on a gun, and the little Lan downstairs ......

When Conan's expression changed, the fox yawned, smashed his mouth twice, and secretly opened his eyes a slit.

It has thicker skin and more hair, and it also guessed Shiraishi's enemy routine and held its breath in time, so its resistance to narcotic bombs is better than that of several humans.

Originally, I thought that the boat capsized in the gutter, and after being overturned, Shiraishi would lift the summons and give it a day off.

When I opened my eyes, it wasn't the system space around me - there wasn't the Q-version villain who always liked to bury his face in his tail, just a little stupid in his brain, but a hard-working spectacled ghost.

The fox didn't have to look down to feel the dust on his body and the blood from the ankle that kidnapper-1 had broken when he fell down the stairs.

Shiraishi didn't even wipe it for him...... The fox licked its fur sadly, and suddenly felt a little awkward under its belly, and when it looked down, it saw that it had a pen pressed under it.

This is put by Shiraishi, the hint of which the fox understands in seconds. He wanted to say that after waking up, he would type the final section of the paper, and when he went back, he would directly code the words to save time.

It really squeezed the labor force to the extreme...... What a devil capitalist this is.

Fortunately, Shiraishi didn't know that it could think in the system space...... Thinking of this, the fox let out a sad and happy "hum".

Conan was stunned, came back to his senses, sympathetically took out the fox, touched its head, and didn't dare to use too much force in his hands, for fear that the fox would have a secret wound on the fox that would be beaten by a ruthless mute.

By the way, and the black cat.

The fox is so miserable, it will only be worse off, after all, its temper is so bad, friends sometimes want to hit it...... But then again, even the cat didn't let go, and the man downstairs was a beast.

"Don't be sad." Conan decides to try to save people first, and if that doesn't work, he goes downstairs immediately, takes the Maori father and daughter out of here first, and then calls the police.

Hearing his reassurance, the fox squirmed twice and approached, resting his chin on Conan's knees, and slowly reaching out with his two front paws to hug him.

While secretly rubbing off the stains on the hair with Conan's clean trouser legs, it continued to hum and lower the victim's vigilance.

And it suddenly occurred to him that as long as he pretended to be this kid and insisted on abducting it, he could skip his homework today!

Conan didn't find any clues. In his heart, this white fox was honest and pitiful, completely different from the cat that was difficult to get along with.

He touched the fox's skull again and whispered, "What about your companion?" Maybe there will be salvation, take me to them. ”

"......" The fox froze.

It doesn't really want to see Shiraishi right now, it just wants to get back to the system space as soon as possible, and let the Q assistant help wash and dry the dirty white hair, and if possible, pinch its J.

But it backfired - soon, the tip of its nose moved, and it suddenly became alert.

Conan was slightly startled when he saw the fox's suddenly exploded fur.

Soon he realized something, and when he looked up at the varnished cabinet, he saw a figure appear behind him.

…… Why doesn't this man move at all when he walks!?

Conan, realizing that something was wrong, opened the lid and turned sharply, but before he could turn around, his wrist suddenly tightened.

The mask with the dark stripes of the skull appeared in front of him again, and the mute grabbed his wrist like a chicken with one hand, and reached over with the other hand, clasped the mechanism on the side of the watch, and pressed it gently.

Under Conan's horrified gaze, the firing of the anesthetic needle pierced his forehead firmly, and he quickly lost his strength and fell backwards.

Shiraishi looked down at him, and this expression, no matter how many times he looked at it, made people want to pound the table and snicker.

He let go of his hand, took out the anesthetic syringe, looked at the scale on it, counted the time, and gave Conan most of the half a tube in.

Hidden gemstone watches cannot be taken out until the evening, and before that, there is a long wait.

If Conan is allowed to wake up, this house still doesn't know how many secrets he will pick up.

Anyway, get offline, detective.