"Search a case to be handled! Don't be rash, and sit on the side of the hall! Takagi, protect the scene! Miwako Sato took the lead in taking out the police officer's ID and showing it to everyone, calmly arranging the actions of Wataru Takagi and others.

As soon as Miwako Sato's voice fell, several police officers dressed as waiters who had been observing and maintaining the scene also stepped forward, leaving three and Wataru Takagi to protect the scene, and the remaining four calming the crowd and taking them to the rest area on the side.

"Officer? How can there be police officers here? The faces of the people around him changed in shock, especially when they saw the clothes of Miwako Sato and others, their hearts were already turning a thousand times, and their brains made up the large-scale criminal investigation drama of "Qiaomen Jiangdao was threatened by someone and asked the police officer for help, but he was still killed".

Soon, the scene was almost cleaned up, and those who stayed were all parties from a table in Heqiaomen Jiangdao, and Akira Shinhara and Maori were naturally among them.

Akira Shinhara quickly swept the reactions and expressions of the people around him, only to see Watanabe Kiyama constantly tugging at his sleeves, looking unusually nervous.

Tanaka Pinyong on the side took advantage of the panic, very agile to take pictures of the corpse and various places at the scene, biting the pen cap, constantly recording something in the notebook, his eyes radiated excitement, and his mouth kept muttering, "Exclusive exclusive, big news, bonus bonus!" ”

Conan had already slipped to the side of Qiaomen Jiangdao's corpse with his small body, and suddenly smelled an astringent smell of bitter almonds, which came from the broken wine glass on the right hand side of Qiaomen Jiangdao.

Is this poisoning?

Conan was about to get closer to smell the smell of the mouth and nose of the bridge gate Jiangdao, when he was picked up by a big hand, and his legs kept struggling in the air.

"Conan, the kid is going to rest on the couch." Shinhara Akira's tone was soft, and he looked at Conan with crooked eyes, his face full of sincere concern.

Conan struggled again angrily, but found that Shinhara Akira's hand was not moving, and he couldn't resist at all, and he instantly became even more angry, and Shinhara Akira still smiled good-naturedly, and kindly handed him a glass of bloody watermelon juice.

"Conan, you're running away again!" Mao Lilan immediately ran over, hugged Conan in his arms, and thanked Shinhara Ming a little embarrassed, only Conan buried Mao Lilan alone and sulked.

Damn! Almost a little, you can tell if it is poisoned or not.

While these words were being spoken, the officers of the Identification Division of the police had already arrived at the scene to search and deal with the scene, and at the same time, Ishikawa Takei, a family doctor in Hashimongang Province, was also left behind by Miwako Sato for some questioning.

"Yes, Mr. Hashimen has always had a heart condition. That's right, he does like to drink, and he's been in the hospital before because of it. Ishikawa Takei placed the medicine box on the chair he had been sitting on, his left hand hanging down, and his right hand wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Drinking? Have heart disease and drink spirits? Wataru Takagi frowned and looked at Ishikawa Takei, his expression a little incomprehensible.

"No, no, no, Mr. Hashimen doesn't drink spirits, he usually drinks very low alcohol, and he doesn't drink much, less than one or two, only once or twice a week." Ishikawa Tianjing hurriedly waved his hand and explained.

"Do you have any previous cases with Mr. Hashimon?" Miwako Sato glanced at the whiskey on the table and changed the question.

"Yes, yes, but only half a year ago." Ishikawa turned around and brought the medicine box to the table again, opened the medicine box, and took out the heart test report from the medicine on the edge.

Akira Shinhara also took this opportunity to see the whole picture of the Ishikawa Takei medicine box, which is always equipped with heart pills, lipid-lowering drugs, antihypertensive drugs, etc., as well as some anti-inflammatory drugs and vitamins.

There were also three syringes, medicine bottles, and leather ropes that had been used, and perhaps one of them was used in the first aid treatment of Mr. Hashimen today.

"Half a year ago? Shouldn't he be checked up often if he has a heart condition? Miwako Sato took the heart test report, looked at it carefully, and frowned a little, "From this, Mr. Hashimon's heart disease seems to be a little serious. ”

Akira Shinhara walked to Miwako Sato's side, taking advantage of his height, to see the data on the heart test report and the doctor's evaluation clearly, and then looked at the time on the report and said casually.

"Mr. Ishikawa is really dedicated, and this heart test report is always available."

"That's right, I'm always keeping it to remind Mr. Hashimen to take care of his body." Ishikawa Tiankei looked at Miwako Sato and nodded, closed the medical box again, and asked, "Is there anything else the police officer is up to?" Can I leave? ”

Miwako Sato put the heart test report into the evidence bag, glanced at the police officers who were still busy collecting evidence, and shook her head, "Not yet, I still need your cooperation for the time being." ”

Ishikawa nodded his head, picked up the medicine box, and walked towards the couch where everyone gathered at the side of the venue.

"Mr. Ishikawa should stay here, and it will be easier for the officer to ask questions." Akira Shinhara suddenly opened his mouth and stopped Ishikawa Takei.

Sato and Takagi also nodded and invited Ishikawa Takei to sit back in their seats, but they were refused.

"It's okay, I'll just stand, this is such a big thing, where can I calm down."

Miwako Sato looked at the people left behind at the scene, asked them to return to their previous positions, held down the headset, and asked for three police officers, all with notebooks, to question them.

Nanfeng on the side looked at Akira Shinhara with a curious and nervous expression, and asked mysteriously, "Mr. Shinhara, who do you think the murderer will be?" ”

Akira Shinhara shook his head and said that he didn't have a clue yet, "The famous detective Kogoro Mori is here, I believe the case will be solved soon." ”

"That's just as well." Nanfeng nodded approvingly, looked at the position on Shinhara's side, and asked with some surprise, "Where did Conan go?" ”

Akira Shinhara turned his head to look, and sure enough, the little detective who was sitting next to him before was gone, and he turned around to look for it, but saw Conan standing in front of the forensic officer and asking something.

"Uncle really detected poison in the wine?" Conan's expression was full of curiosity, as if he had discovered a great secret, and asked, "Did Mr. Hashimon die of poisoning?" ”

"Yes, it's indeed poisoning, but we have to wait for a forensic autopsy." The forensic officer patiently explained, looked up at Conan again, and warned, "This is not a place for children to play, go to your adult's side." ”

Conan nodded very sensibly, since it was determined that it was poisoning, then it was only necessary to confirm the murder method.

When was it poisoned? Where's the next? Wine glasses or bottles?

Wait, Uncle Maori also drank a sip of wine before, but nothing happened, so the poison was in the wine glass?

Conan's sharp eyes instantly looked at Watanabe Kiyama, who was trembling with nervousness, revealing a look of understanding.

Akira Shinhara looked at Conan as if he knew everything about it, and shook his head secretly, he still needs to be honed, little detective.