Chapter 15401548 [Case Closed]
After hearing this, the scriptwriter calmed down instead, raised his hands proudly, and signaled them to search freely.
The young policeman searched carefully from top to bottom, not leaving out any seam. However, the harder he searched, the more obvious the smile on the scriptwriter's face became, and the "axle" that could be used to block the magician was never found.
The scriptwriter looked at the policeman coldly, standing there leisurely, and was about to make a sarcastic remark.
But before he could say anything, a voice suddenly came from the side.
Jiang Xia walked around him twice, then turned to the policeman and said, "Look at the ring on his hand. Is it the right size to fit into the bolt?"
“?!”
The scriptwriter's fingers trembled and he suddenly wanted to withdraw his hand.
However, Jiang Xia had already grabbed his wrist, handed it to Inspector Yasa, and pointed: "Look, this is it."
“…Let me go!!”
The scriptwriter struggled desperately, but he couldn't pull his hand back. Mao Lilan saw that his movements were getting more and more violent, and worried that he would hit someone, so she walked over quickly and helped Jiang Xia hold him down.
The scriptwriter was completely unable to move: "...%#*@!!"
Inspector Yasa looked at the suspect who was subdued in the blink of an eye, and then looked at the two high school students who cooperated well: "..." How come you are more skilled than the police.
But it’s better this way. After all, the evidence is not clear yet. If the police directly take action against the suspect, it will easily lead to criticism. But it will be different if an enthusiastic high school student passing by helps.
Thinking of this, an idea suddenly popped up in Inspector Yasa's mind: Detectives are so useful. No wonder detectives and police officers are often seen together in Tokyo. If Britain also has a detective like Jiang Xia...
As soon as the thought came to his mind, he shook his head violently to get rid of this dangerous idea: relying on detectives to solve cases, don't the police have any face? The London police will never compromise like those Japanese police!
Inspector Yasa: “…” But forget it this time.
After all, there have been too many cases recently and he is really tired. He no longer has the energy to compete with the detectives. He just wants to get off work early, rest early, and see these detectives back to their territory early, and never see them again.
"Inspector Asa?"
Perhaps he was distracted for too long. Jiang Xia grabbed the struggling hand of the scriptwriter and looked over: "Are you okay?"
"What can happen to me?" Inspector Yasa actually felt a little guilty.
He cleared his throat and stopped thinking about what had just happened. Then, following Jiang Xia's direction, he looked down at the ring on the scriptwriter's finger, hesitantly:
"But the ring is bent, while the bolt is straight... Could it be that when he committed the crime just now, he straightened the ring first, and then bent it back and put it on his finger after using it? But if that's the case, the ring is not hard enough, and the magician should be able to knock open the water tank cap."
Jiang Xia shook his head: "The ring has not been bent. There is a hole on the latch of the water tank cover, and the length is carefully designed. The ring on his hand looks like it can be bent into an 'S shape'. When committing the crime, first open the ring, then put it on and buckle it, and it will form a solid ring to fix the latch."
Inspector Yasa suddenly realized and looked at the dexterous police officer beside him: "Go and try it!"
The police officer put on gloves, took off the ring in the scriptwriter's fearful look, fiddled with it for a few times, nodded and reported: "It works indeed."
It's finally over!
Inspector Asa perked up, staring at the scriptwriter with sharp eyes: "Mr. Shoji, do you have anything else to say?"
"...So what if my ring is a little weird?" The scriptwriter was sweating profusely, but he still kept a tough attitude. "As a magician, it's reasonable for me to carry one or two magic props with me. Does that mean I will become a murderer just because I have a ring like this? Humph, this is ridiculous!"
"Oh, that's so strange!" A child's voice suddenly came from the side.
The scriptwriter turned his head away like a frightened bird.
Following the sound, I saw the little boy with glasses who came with Jiang Xia. He had walked to the side of the screen and was looking up at the video on it.
Inspector Yasa remembered that the child named "Conan" was treated like a serious detective by Jiang Xia, and he couldn't help but be curious about what he was doing.
But when I looked carefully, I saw that the big screen was paused at the moment when he was giving the magician mouth-to-mouth artificial resuscitation.
This picture looked a bit strange when it was released alone. Inspector Yasa's eyebrows jumped and he cursed the naughty boy in his heart: "Don't play with the camera!"
Conan dodged his attack nimbly, grabbed the remote control and walked around to Jiang Xia, using his classmates' cover to press the play button, and then quickly paused it.
The scene turned to the one where the scriptwriter opened the lid of the water tank. In the camera, his left hand was on the edge of the lid, and one could clearly see that on his middle finger was a ring that could be opened and closed at will.
"If we play it a little further forward," Jiang Xia pointed at the screen that was playing in reverse, "we can see that before he approached the water tank cover, the scriptwriter's left hand was empty, and he was not wearing any rings - because during that time, his ring was still locked on the water tank cover, blocking the magician's escape route."
After saying that, he turned around and saw the scriptwriter standing frozen in place, then looked at his legs and felt that there seemed to be some progress left.
Then he added, "The bolt and your ring are made of different metals. When the magician pushed the tank cover, he must have used a lot of force driven by his desire to survive. As the tank cover shook, the ring and bolt rubbed against each other, leaving marks on each other. It is not difficult to extract the shoe prints you left on the tank cover."
“…”
The scriptwriter finally fell silent.
His knees went weak and he was about to kneel down when a voice suddenly came from the side.
Conan sighed and said, "If you had chosen an ordinary steel wire and thrown away the 'axis' used to plug the water tank cover after use, we would have had something to investigate. Fortunately, you didn't do that. Not only did you choose a very personal 'axis', you also kept it with you... It really saved us a lot of trouble."
"..." The scriptwriter's eyes suddenly lit up with anger and rage, and a murderous aura slowly emanated from his body.
Following Jiang Xia's eye signal, Xiaobai happily waved his hands and floated over, grabbing this extra reward.
This magic venue brought them many surprises - although there was only one murderer, there were far more than one person with murderous aura.
As soon as the magician died, the murderous aura of the group of people gradually loosened. In their eyes, this scene was like a farmer facing a large field of ripe and heavy rice ears waiting to be harvested. The scene of a good harvest made the ghosts feel very happy.
(End of this chapter)
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