Chapter 2684 2696 [Same Portrait]
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Jiujiu turned around and glanced at the wall.
"Him." The wife seemed to have a good memory and could even remember her husband's huge team of apprentices. "His name is Kinoshita, and he is the most talented child I have ever seen. Although it is a bit unfair to say this about Sanada, if Sanada is a genius, then Kinoshita is a genius among geniuses."
Jiang Xia looked at the person in the photo for a few more times and said regretfully, "So amazing?"
Sanada Kazuzo is already a leader among the younger generation, and his magic skills are no less impressive than most of the older generations. If someone is even more talented than him... then he might just be a weakened version of Kidd.
It would be great if all genius magicians could produce magic power as stably as Kidd, but unfortunately...
A psychic was lost in thought.
Next to him, Conan was also a little surprised: he had seen Sanada Kazumi's performance and knew the value of Mrs. Kujuku's words. But in this way...
"Kinoshita? I don't think I've ever heard of him." Conan looked at the young man in the photo. "Could it be that he easily grasped the highest realm of magic, got bored, and retired from the world?"
Mrs. Jiujiu smiled bitterly and shook her head: "It would be nice if that were the case, but it's not true. 14 years ago, he had an accident while practicing escape magic and died at a young age."
At this point, she belatedly realized something: "Little friend, there are so many photos hanging here, why did you have to ask him?"
Conan already understood why he felt this photo was so unusual: not only because of the amazing magic in the photo, but also because...
"The other photos are covered in dust, but this one is very clean, as if someone cleans it regularly." Amuro Toru glanced at Conan, "Is that what you think?"
"..." Conan smiled as if he had suddenly realized something. "So that's how it is! Haha, I just thought that the shape of holding a flame in the palm of your hand was very handsome, so I asked one more question."
The two people, each with their own thoughts, looked at each other, then maintained their respective acting skills and left the sight.
Jiang Xia watched this scene silently: "..." What are you looking at? It's a waste of resources if you don't show any murderous intent.
Mrs. Jiujiu still failed to notice the undercurrent and was carefully examining the portraits on the wall. She realized at this moment that this photo was indeed different from the others: "It is true. Maybe my husband also felt sorry for his untimely death, so he would clean for him from time to time - this was his favorite student in the past, but he didn't expect that later... Oh, fate really plays tricks on me."
Jiang Xia looked at the white human-shaped marks on the ground: "Is this the mark made by the police when they came to investigate?"
Mrs. Jiujiu came to her senses and nodded: "Yes, this is where my husband fell. After the police left, I didn't move it again and kept it as it was."
Next to the white human-shaped trace, there was a mahogany desk with a pile of scattered poker cards on it.
"The two cards that were stuck together were mixed in this pile of cards at the time, and the glue used to stick them together was also placed next to them." Mrs. Jiujiu pointed to the table. "The police checked these cards one by one during the investigation. The current pile of cards was put back according to my memory."
Jiang Xia walked to the table and flipped through it meaningfully.
Toru Amuro followed him and watched for a while, then his eyes soon drifted to the wall again.
He walked to the wall thoughtfully and tapped it with his hand: "The material of this wall..."
Mrs. Jiujiu responded and explained, "My husband loves classical music and usually plays it here. In order not to disturb other people in the house, he specially made this room soundproof."
Conan's eyes twitched slightly: "..." That is to say, even if he shouted for help here before he died, no one would hear him... Alas, it seems that being too rich is not a good thing - if the walls here were cut corners, maybe the deceased would not be in danger.
The three people were watching their own stories in the basement. Mrs. Jiujiu waited with bated breath for a while, and finally couldn't help asking, "So, did my husband really commit suicide?"
Jiang Xia pointed in the direction of the door: "The door of this room cannot be locked from the outside. Even if it is locked with a key, it can be easily opened by turning the door handle from the inside."
This sounded familiar. Mrs. Jiujiu recalled what the police had said to her a while ago. Her face was gloomy. "That's right. If someone had given my husband aconitine, he could have left the basement and run outside to ask for help before the poison took effect. But he didn't... In other words, did he really commit suicide by taking poison?"
"No." Jiang Xia shook his head. "I mean, he was in a state of being unable to move at the time. Even if he knew he was poisoned, he could only wait to die in the basement."
"!" Mrs. Jiujiu said excitedly, "So he was murdered?!"
Jiang Xia looked down at the ground: "This circle of white lines should be put down by the police based on the deceased's posture when he died - don't you think it looks a little strange?"
"Strange?" Mrs. Jiujiu looked at the ground in confusion and shook her head. "It seems not - I have seen my husband's body, and from the posture, he passed away very peacefully."
"It's strange that he's so peaceful!" Conan couldn't help but say, "Auntie, don't you watch TV? In TV shows, people who are poisoned will hold their throats in pain, or hold their chests and stomachs, and struggle hard before dying. This is human instinct. Even if your husband was elegant when he was alive, he shouldn't lie flat like he's standing at attention when he dies - unless he was tied up at the time and couldn't adjust his posture."
Mrs. Jiujiu covered her lips in surprise: "..." What does this child usually watch? Poisoning, struggling to die... Is this something that should be broadcast on a children's channel?
Her thoughts wandered for a moment, but she quickly got back on track: "Well... the police did say that my husband's body was different from others because he died of poisoning. But they checked carefully and found no signs of being tied up, nor did they take any drugs such as hypnosis or anesthesia."
Jiang Xia touched his chin and walked to the wall: "An autopsy can indeed detect the marks of binding, but this case is related to a magician after all. There are too many tricks and props that can be used to confuse the audience..."
He suddenly pointed to a huge photo placed against the wall and said, "Did your husband also wear this kind of ring on his hand on the day he died?"
They turned around and saw that it was the photo of Jiujiu Yuankang. Like the circle of apprentices hanging on the wall, Jiujiu Yuankang in the photo was also performing magic.
Against a pure black background, the magician looked down at the outside of the screen, with one hand raised in front of him. His fingers were slightly open, with a few thin threads hanging between them, like an elegant puppeteer, manipulating his carefully crafted puppet.
(End of this chapter)
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