Chapter 1969-1977 [Dark Workplace]
Any period of time that disappears out of thin air is considered suspicious and is something that any serious detective would never let go.
Jiang Xia then asked: "How long did it take him to write the report?"
"About 20 minutes." Qingshui Youping and others backstabbed everyone, then looked at the looks of the three classmates next to him and scratched his head belatedly.
The desire to survive quietly sprouted, and he made up for it: "Although Takeno has been staying alone in the next room, there is no door in that room, and this is the 5th floor, he can't leave - I can testify that he has never left the living room."
When Maori Kogoro heard Jiang Xia asking these questions, he immediately had a new suspect: "But you are from the mountaineering club! It's only the fifth floor. It won't be difficult to climb down with some props."
The homeowner never expected that he would become the next target: "Smooth buildings are completely different from mountain climbing. Being able to climb mountains does not necessarily mean you can climb buildings. Besides, the window in my house has a safety design. Normally, I can only open a gap for ventilation. It is impossible for people to pass through."
He then opened the door and went to the room, showing the police the window. It really couldn't be opened too wide.
Hashimoto Maya suddenly remembered something. He stared at the window, then looked at the balcony, as if thinking about something, but dared not say a word: it had been less than half an hour since he had infiltrated the detective team.
Compared with his enthusiasm for work, it is obvious that the anti-Uzo rule of "try not to get involved in the case, and if unfortunately involved, shrink into the corner and be a transparent person" has firmly occupied his instinct.
Just then, a voice sounded beside him, saying the words he dared not say.
"But it's so strange!" Conan said, "It was around 10 o'clock, we were on our way home from the convenience store, and at that time, only the balcony in your living room was lit, and this room was dark - since you were rushing to write a report, why didn't you turn on the lights, big brother?"
The owner was startled: "This..."
Before he could say anything, Maori Kogoro waved his hand in boredom: "The window can't be opened, so this is a secret room. Since he's not the murderer, why do you care whether he turned on the light or not - maybe he just drank too much and didn't want to be discovered by his friends, so he found an excuse to write a report and secretly vomited in the room."
Conan: “…”
Hashimoto Maya: "..." If the little boy is his colleague, then conversely, Kogoro Mouri, who is not interested in solving the case, may be the innocent person who has nothing to do with Usa?
As a detective, he is naturally opposed to some sinister and cunning criminals.
but……
He suddenly remembered something.
"The enemy of my enemy may not be my friend, but may be my competitor. After all, it's a last-place elimination system. Besides taking care of yourself, taking care of others is actually an effective way to survive."
Other leaders might hate this kind of power-reducing infighting, but Uzo...
Hashimoto Maya shook her head, shaking out the images of her scary superiors. At the same time, she felt somewhat relieved: "Fortunately, I'm new here, and I used to be Mr. Ireland's subordinate. No one would have thought that I'm now a member of Uzo's command. The enemy is in the open, and I'm in the dark. This way, at least I don't have to worry about being targeted by them."
So he said nothing, as if he didn't notice the dirty infighting, and pretended that he was just a non-threatening doctor passing by.
And next to it, the gap between adults and children is huge.
Maori Kogoro's words were obviously recognized by the police, and Conan, who was temporarily defeated, quietly retreated while no one was paying attention to him, and then searched around the room, opening the drawer to look at the slingshot inside, and then looking at the phone on the table.
Jiang Xia also looked over and checked the clues.
Maya Hashimoto looked at Conan for a while, then at Jiang Xia, just like a rookie who had just entered a new workplace. She kept observing secretly, absorbing all kinds of rules around her like a sponge, and felt that she had learned everything she saw.
"If an adult were caught searching indiscriminately like this, they would probably face a lot of trouble. But if a first-grade student secretly opened a drawer to take a look, it would be difficult for him to be punished by law.
"So the 'Baker Street Guerrillas' around Jiang Xia, no, it should be called the 'Beihua Town Guerrillas', should have provided him with a lot of conveniences. Maybe they are even more indispensable than 'Watson'... I have to work harder."
…
Once Conan becomes obsessed with solving cases, he pays less attention to his surroundings.
Under Hashimoto Maya's gaze, he looked at the slingshot in the drawer, the landline on the table, and then ran to the fish tank, and soon found a small thin red line in the fish tank. After thinking for a moment, Conan looked at the ashtray on the coffee table, and then suddenly ran out.
"Conan?" Ran Mouri was startled and wanted to catch up.
However, an enthusiastic classmate had already followed.
Jiang Xia was very reliable: "I'll go take a look, don't worry."
His figure also disappeared at the door.
Hashimoto Maya looked left and right, and followed as if nothing had happened - the surrounding area was too dangerous, and it was relatively safe near Jiangxia, which would also be more conducive to his collection of intelligence.
…
Jiang Xia didn't run too far down and soon stopped on one of the floors.
Conan pushed up his glasses and said, "You noticed it too."
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at one of the doors on this floor: "Uncle Maori's classmate's room is right below the deceased's dinner room. And when the crime happened, the glass here suddenly shattered."
The old classmate was still watching the fun upstairs, and Conan pushed the door open without any hesitation.
Jiang Xia followed in.
The figures of the two people disappeared in the room. At the corner of the corridor, Hashimoto Maya quietly poked her head out and discovered another wonderful use of Conan.
"It was almost as if he was actively opening the door and inviting Jiang Xia in. He seemed to have a very good relationship with Jiang Xia...Are even elementary school students so dedicated these days?"
Hashimoto Maya hesitated for a moment, although some instinct made him not want to get close to Jiang Xia - perhaps it was the natural opposition between the lawless maniac and the righteous detective. But when he saw that the kid who seemed to be his colleague was full of energy, he could only take a deep breath and bite the bullet to approach, wanting to join the team.
…
Jiang Xia entered the old classmate's house and soon came to the next house.
The windows here were broken, and the fragments fell into the house. This kind of trace is usually caused by something flying from outside hitting the window and breaking it. But when I glanced at the ground, I didn't find the heavy object that should have been there.
Jiang Xia turned on the flashlight, and the light shone across the ground, suddenly stopping on some pieces of glass.
He walked over, half squatted down, and took a closer look: "There is blood on it, and it's still fresh. Judging from the time and place, it might be the blood of the victim downstairs."
Conan was startled: "How did it get to this place?"
(End of this chapter)
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