Shinichi Kudo didn't expect to actually die, and it was exactly the same as the picture of his suicide four years ago.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the cable car administrator who was still in a daze, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and he didn't care about etiquette at this time, so he yelled directly at the administrator: "Hurry up and stop the cable car, what are you doing here, stop it!" The cable car manager didn't realize what was happening, but when he saw the young man's anxious appearance, he didn't think much about turning around and went to the management room to close the cable car.

And Mao Lilan, who came here with Kudo Shinichi, ran up with a slight pant and said with difficulty: "Shinichi, is something happening?" Kudo Shinichi didn't expect Ran to follow, thinking that she had never been in contact with this kind of murderous scene, he hurriedly stopped her in front of her and didn't let her get close to the cable car, frowning: "Xiaolan, don't look!" "However, he is only a junior high school student, and he is less than 1.7 meters tall and has no way to block the other party's vision with his shoulders.

The moment the cable car stopped, the Minowa Prize Soldier sitting on it was already a colder and colder corpse, staggering forward after an emergency pause, as if a dead person had come back to life.

This kind of picture is too exciting for Mao Lilan, who is still a junior high school student, she shrank and trembled violently, and the next second she let out a scream full of fear, and her hands also subconsciously reached forward, dragging Shinichi's arm hard to try to find some sense of security.

Fujiwara Yu glanced at the girl who was trembling with fear, he directly blocked the body of the Minowa prize soldier with his body, and took out the white gloves from his pocket and planned to conduct a preliminary autopsy directly, but his skillful appearance surprised Kudo Shinichi, who was still comforting Xiaolan.

The burns on the victim's temple could confirm that the muzzle of the pistol was fired against the temple, and the close-range shot was undoubtedly fatal, with no other possibility of death.

Moreover, the victim had the smell of gunpowder on the sleeve of his right hand, and he was holding an Mk23 pistol in his hand.

Of course, the thing that Fujiwara Yu cares about the most is the ski satchel next to the victim's body, which is stuffed with white snow, which is exactly the same layout as when Jiro Mizumi committed suicide four years ago, like the unscientific legend of the Snow Maiden.

"Well, you're not a police officer touching a corpse at will, right?" Oyama stood aside and hesitated for a moment before approaching the cable car carrying the corpse and reminded him loudly.

"It's okay, Mr. Takaji's method of examining the body is very professional, and he should be a coroner." Hearing the confident words of the detective boy, Fujiwara Yu had a rare bad taste, raised the corners of his mouth and leaned to the side, and refuted his reasoning not tactfully: "Unfortunately, your reasoning is wrong." ”

"Huh?" Kudo Shinichi blinked his eyes and looked at the police ID that Sosuke Takaji had taken out of his trouser pocket, only to realize that the other party was not an experienced coroner, but an unlucky detective who could rarely take a vacation and run into a fateful one.

Thinking that the other party was on vacation, he looked at Mr. Takaji with a kind of sympathy.

"So Mr. Takaji, you're a policeman." Kudo Shinichi's gaze fell on the piercing purple hair of Sosuke Takaji, and he couldn't help but whisper in his heart: Can the current police dye their hair at will?

"Well, but I still have to call the police, after all, this is not my jurisdiction." Fujiwara Yu noticed that the detective boy's gaze lingered on his hair, and his face was red and his heart did not beat: "I was born with this hair color, you can understand it as a genetic mutation. ”

"......" Kudo Shinichi found it hard to believe that the second half of this sentence was true, but Officer Takashi's expression didn't look like he was lying, could anyone really be born with this hair color?

Fujiwara Yu, who was a good citizen of the third dimension in his previous life, naturally knew that his words were enough nonsense, but the world he was in now was originally a two-dimensional, so it was not surprising that some residents with naturally bright hair colors appeared, at most it was rare to deal with it.

Moreover, since he regained his memory, he felt that it was outrageous that the vast majority of Japanese children's colors were blue, and there were even many people with even rarer colors, which can only be said to be worthy of the original two-dimensional world setting.

Fujiwara Yu was afraid that the detective boy would be entangled in the issue of hair color, so he added in a stiff tone: "There are people who are born with other hair colors, and I am a mixed-race, so there is nothing surprising about it." Kudo Shinichi thought of the foreigners he met when he traveled to Hawaii when he was young, and suddenly felt that what Officer Eagle Division said was quite reasonable, and indeed many foreigners had relatively bright hair colors, and I remember that there were news reports that some people were born with crimson hair.

"Sorry officer, I'm just a little curious."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Fujiwara Yoshitsu moved the body of the Minowa Prize Soldier to the side, and after noticing that there were traces of bullets piercing the plastic mat of the cable car seat near the edge, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Oyama Morizo on the side: "Mr. Oyama, can you ask which one Mr. Minowa's dominant hand is?" ”

"It's the right hand." Right hand? Fujiwara Yu stared at the pistol in his hand, and the picture he saw ten minutes ago came to his mind, when the Minowa Medal Soldier carried a heavy large ski satchel from the snow with his left hand, and he should have used his dominant hand to carry heavy objects, why did he use his left hand at that time?

He tilted his head to the side, staring at his snow-covered ski satchel with a smile in his eyes.

It turned out that this was the case, and the prisoner could only be him. It's a pity that there is no pointing evidence yet, and there is no way to convict him.

Kudo Shinichi, who was interested in reasoning, also boldly poked his head out to observe the victim's body and the surrounding situation, and after careful investigation, he confidently looked at Officer Eagle Division, who was deep in thought beside him, and said loudly: "Officer Eagle Division, I have found three suspicious points, and I can confirm that this case is not a suicide case. ”

"Really? Tell me about it. "Fujiwara Yoo is still quite interested in the reasoning of detective teenagers, if you want to become a detective as good as Sherlock Holmes, you must have good insight and reasoning and analysis skills, if these three doubts have the need to deduce, he can undoubtedly be regarded as a qualified little detective.

Kudo Shinichi didn't expect that this police officer was really willing to listen to his reasoning, he pretended to cough deeply twice, put on a face that had not faded from his childishness, frowned and seriously said the three doubts he found: "First of all, the group of ski poles on the gondola, the round bindings at the front end are all up and down for some reason, which is evidence that the ski poles are used for a certain purpose." The second is the cable car where the victim sat alone, and the plastic mat used as the edge left traces of damage, which may be man-made. Finally, there was the satchel that was filled with snow next to the victim's body, and even if it was snow, it was impossible for the whole bag to freeze like this. After listening to this passage, Fujiwara Yu was not worried that the detective boy would be proud, so he directly clapped his hands and gave his applause, and did not hesitate to praise while not forgetting to ask knowingly: "It's great that you, as a junior high school student, can raise these three doubts, do you usually like to read reasoning?" ”

"Shinichi is a huge fan of Sherlock Holmes, and he aspires to become a great detective!" Mao Lilan, who had lowered his head and didn't dare to look up at the corpse, immediately raised his head and replied after hearing Officer Yingsi's praise for his childhood sweetheart.

"Stupid, my dream is not to become a great detective, but to become a Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era!" Kudo Shinichi touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassed after speaking, not that he was embarrassed by this sentence, but he was a little excited to be recognized by the police officer.

Sure enough, it hasn't changed much from the dream of the year, and it is not easy to maintain the original intention.

Fujiwara wanted to say something, but he heard a pleasant ringtone from the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, he took off his gloves and opened the cover, and saw the familiar name on the caller ID.

Really, how can Sherlock Holmes in the Heisei era not say a few words, and Ellery Quinn in the Heisei era is in a hurry to call.

"There shouldn't be any clues you're looking for here, you should know what to do next, right?"

"Well, I'll go first, Officer Eagle Division!"