No wonder they knocked on my door to question me, it turned out that the deceased was the uncle from last night.

Why am I not surprised at all?

In the world of science, if someone reacts strangely like the old man did last night, he is usually either the murderer or the deceased.

This uncle is unlucky, it's the latter.

"When was the last time you saw Mr. Yamashita?" Takagi asked me while holding his little notebook.

"Three twenty," I blurted out.

He was stunned for a moment. "Is the time so accurate?"

"Well, I just arrived at the hotel after a long car ride, and I checked the time in the elevator," I asked in surprise, "I saw there was a surveillance camera in the elevator, so there was no time?"

Takagi expressed some regret that there was a problem with the surveillance in the elevator and it could not be used.

Because this hotel pays more attention to the privacy of its guests, there are no surveillance cameras installed in the corridors.

The classic state of monitoring futility.

Routine operation.

"Then may I ask, what did you do after you separated from Mr. Yamashita?" Takagi continued to ask.

I continued to answer, "I went back to sleep. I had been on the plane for more than ten hours and couldn't get much rest on the plane, so I was very tired and sleepy. So after I washed up, I fell asleep quickly and slept very soundly."

So, this matter has nothing to do with me.

I find it a bit inconsistent. Aren't there any cases of elementary school students who are death gods?

Or maybe there are connections I haven't discovered yet.

Yesterday at the foot of the mountain, I was as nervous as the deceased. Even my hands were shaking when I handed me the room card.

I didn’t allow myself to think further at the time, mainly because my brain was tired and his hand tremors also suggested social anxiety.

but--

"Officer Takagi, you just said that Mr. Yamashita died of poisoning, is that right?" I suddenly took the initiative to ask.

Gao Mu aka the one who answers all your questions nodded decisively, "That's exactly what I meant."

"Can you let me take a look at the scene?" I thought about it for a moment and decided to follow my inner curiosity. After all, I was already here, so how could I resist not taking a look?

Besides, it’s not easy to find reasons to join a case in Conan’s world. “I actually work part-time as a detective, maybe I can be of some help.”

"Are you a detective too?" Officer Takagi's eyes lit up, and he even had a feeling of "as expected".

As expected, so there are cases only where there are detectives?

I stood up, turned my back, took off my bathrobe, put on a sweatshirt and jeans, and then tidied my long hair.

My neatly-tied hair couldn't completely cover the braid on my forehead, but I didn't care at this moment. I took a bandage from my pocket and wrapped it around my head.

He casually explained to Takagi that he was injured recently and couldn't be exposed to the wind for a long time.

No matter whether there is scientific evidence or not, Takagi has no way to disprove it.

Following him outside, I saw that the bottom of the mountain was near the elevator entrance. The ground was still messy, with the things in the suitcase scattered all over the ground, but strangely, the positions of the things on the ground were completely different from last night.

It feels like a second scattering, with the items generally further away from the elevator door.

He didn't die immediately after he separated from me, but the time difference was not too long.

It would only take one or two minutes at most to pack up and move forward before the poison attacked and you fell and things were scattered.

Unless—he stayed here for a while.

Then what is he doing here? Looking at his appearance yesterday, is he waiting for someone?

"Takagi, I asked you to inquire, not to bring the relevant persons to the scene!" Inspector Megure's voice was not loud. It should be said that he deliberately lowered his voice when talking to Takagi, but Kagemitsu's hearing was really amazing.

Before Takagi had the chance to explain my identity to Inspector Megure, the woman next to me suddenly rushed over. Without even turning my head, I took a step forward and avoided her attack.

"It's you! It's you who hurt my husband!" She rushed over so fast that she didn't hit me and naturally fell to the ground, but she couldn't stop the words from her mouth at all.

I looked down at her and it was indeed the woman from last night.

Did not come up with the deceased, but was the owner of the lady's suitcase.

Her eyes were red, probably due to emotional excitement, but the bloodshot in her eyeballs seemed like the aftereffect of staying up late.

The makeup is still the same one I saw last night. Didn’t you take it off all night?

There were two obvious pimples on her face. I wonder if it was because of anxiety and heat.

"Mrs. Yamashita, please calm down. The case has not been concluded yet." Inspector Megure quickly came up and helped her up. While expressing his opinion, he asked Sato beside him to take over and comfort the girl.

Mrs. Yamashita was not grateful at all. "My husband came up with him last night. Didn't the manager just say that there are only two suites booked on this floor?"

As she spoke, she burst into tears, as if her previous words had vented out all her strength, and she buried her face in Officer Sato's shoulder.

Headache.

"I did have a brief exchange with Mr. Yamashita last night, but I don't know him. I even heard his name from Officer Takagi." I said helplessly.

Please, even if you drag me into the criminal pool, you still have to talk about the Basic Law. Do you think this is "Detective Ming O"? I don't know anything when I ask, and I find grudges when I investigate?

He and I really have no connection at all, we are just strangers.

"You don't know him? My husband has been working in finance for many years. I've seen many people who say they don't know him, but are actually very familiar with him." Her lips trembled, and her tongue probed slightly. Finally, as if she was embarrassed to look too humiliating in front of everyone, she licked the skin inside her lips.

I don't know why I paid attention to these details, I just emphasized once, "Madam, I just got off the plane and returned home today. It was just an accident that I came back to live here. I really don't know your husband."

"Then explain to me why you are in my husband's room!" the woman screamed.

……?

I slowly typed a question mark, and at the same time I clearly felt that the way people around me looked at me had changed.

Zhu Fujingguang, Feng Ping was killed.

Can you explain it clearly? This will cause misunderstanding!

"...Mrs. Yamashita, are you mistaken?" I said with a twitching mouth.

She was silent for about two seconds, then said with certainty, "You just came out of room 1406, right? That's the room we booked from the front desk yesterday. It's room 1406, for sure. If you don't believe me, the police can check it out!"

I frowned, realizing something was wrong.

Recalling Mr. Yamashita's strange behavior yesterday.

I always feel like something is fishy.

"Mr. Fūya, do you have anything to explain?" Inspector Megure asked seriously.

When I heard the name, it took me two seconds to react.

I think this is my current name.

"If what Mrs. Yamashita said is true, I really don't know if this is my room. Because when we were getting off the elevator early this morning, Mr. Yamashita said he was tripped by his suitcase and almost fell. When I went to help him up, I accidentally dropped the room card on the ground, and then Mr. Yamashita's suitcase fell out of his hands. The clothes scattered all over the floor were women's clothes, and it was difficult for me to get my own room card, so Mr. Yamashita handed me the room card, and maybe he made a mistake at that time." I explained patiently, and glanced at Mrs. Yamashita a few times.

Her attitude is wrong.

Clearly he was feeling excited, but his eyes did not fluctuate in accordance with his actions. His fingers were rubbing the edge of his clothes. This was not a breakdown, nor was it a loss of control.

Like the deceased, it was tense.

She was nervous and worried.

This is not the emotion and reaction a normal family member of a deceased person should have.

Moreover, her actions from the beginning were a little too exaggerated. Even if she mistook me as the murderer, she rushed over like that and fell heavily to the ground. Feeling pain was a physiological reaction, but she seemed to not care at all and just wanted to finish her words.

And although her words were excited, they were not unclear at all. When people are excited, it is normal for them to break their voices and swallow their words, not to mention that she was crying violently.

This is exactly the kind of performance that actors should have in TV dramas.

She seemed to have practiced, or at least thought through what she was saying.

How could a family member of the deceased who already seemed to have lost his mind think through every word? When I am arguing with others over the microphone while playing games, my mouth is always faster than my brain.

"Who can prove what you say, who can prove that what you say is true!" Sure enough, Mrs. Yamashita would always leave a few seconds before speaking. It seemed unintentional, but in fact it was the time for her to think quickly.

"Similarly, there is no way to prove that what I said is not true." I think very quickly and speak much shorter intervals than she does. "However, I am more curious about why Mrs. Yamashita did not return to her room last night. Although I slept soundly, I have locked the safety lock on the door. If someone knocks on the door or uses the room card to open the door, I will definitely be able to detect it, but Mrs. Yamashita did not seem to come up last night."

She cried silently, as if she was choking and unable to speak, until Sato patted her back and helped her calm down, she spoke, "Yesterday, Kota and I did have a fight, and because I was angry, I booked a new room, not on the 14th floor."

"If it wasn't for this, how would you have had the chance!" Mrs. Yamashita looked at him fiercely, but then she became a little frustrated, "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have quarreled with Hao Tai. If we hadn't quarreled, he wouldn't, wouldn't -"

A lie full of loopholes.

The deceased did not show any signs of a couple who had an argument last night. He was not angry, frustrated, or aggrieved, and he did not even feel like he was in a quarrel.

And that lady's suitcase.

They were arguing and wanted to sleep in separate rooms, but Mrs. Yamashita didn't even take out her own suitcase, which contained underwear, skin care products, cosmetics, various membership cards, and bank cards.

More importantly, when they separated in the early morning, they had just...

In a flash, I felt like I was hit by something.

The classic Conan "piu"!

I reacted suddenly, my eyes fixed on the face of the Weeping Lady at the Foot of the Mountain.

This makeup - yes!

That makes sense. That makes sense.

This is truly the world of science, where there are all kinds of ways to kill people.