Chapter 2685 2697 [Do you want to work overtime too? ] Ask for monthly ticket ()
Amuro Toru looked at the photo, his pupils slightly shrank: This, this really fits the picture of Usa he occasionally draws in his mind, could it be...
He seemed to understand something and raised his head again. Under Jiang Xia's gratified gaze, he frowned and looked at the photos left by the magician's apprentices on the wall inch by inch.
Next to her, Mrs. Jiujiu didn't have so many thoughts.
Hearing Jiang Xia's question, she explained: "This is Magic No. 18 created by my husband - those thin wires are connected to the rings. It looks obvious in the photo, but it is actually invisible on the stage. Through its manipulation, the props on the stage can move as if alive.
"Now that I think about it, my husband was wearing this special ring on his hand when he died. I think he was reviewing this kind of manipulation magic at that time, but..." Mrs. Jiuju thought about it carefully and gradually frowned, "But when the body was found, it seems that there were no thin strings on his ring."
Jiang Xia nodded without surprise: "In this case, the conclusion is very clear - your husband's death was not suicide, but homicide."
"Hmm?" Mrs. Jiujiu was a little hesitant, as things were developing in the direction she suspected. "Why do you say that?"
Amuro Toru withdrew his gaze from the many photos and sighed, "Don't you understand yet? It's not that your husband doesn't have any signs of being tied up, but there are such signs, but you have ignored them.
"If the corpse was wearing a ring on his hand at the time, then by tying the ring with a thin wire, his hand would also be tied up, making him unable to move.
"That is to say, on the day of the crime, the murderer first came to the basement, tied up the victim, fed him a poison capsule, and then left home and went to the hotel venue with you.
"Your husband is rather fat, and the handle of the basement door is a bit high. With his back tightly tied, it is difficult for him to touch the smooth round handle, unlock the door, and leave the room.
"In addition, there was no signal in the basement, so he couldn't use his cell phone to call for help. Even if he opened his mouth to shout, the outside world wouldn't be able to hear him because of the excellent sound insulation here. He was trapped in this room.
"In the subsequent magic show, the murderer obtained a perfect alibi. At the same time, the deceased had to 'commit suicide by taking poison' because the capsule melted.
"Then the murderer only needs to get to this basement before anyone else, cut and take away the string tied to the ring, and then he can erase all traces and turn this into a 'suicide scene'."
The more Mrs. Jiujiu listened, the paler her face became.
——There were no signs of intrusion by outsiders in the house, and the doors and windows were locked, which meant...the murderer who brutally killed her husband was among the people she lived with day and night!
"But..." Thinking of those three students who were either honest, caring, or admired her husband, Mrs. Jiujiu was in disbelief for a moment.
Rather than letting her accept this result, it would be better for her to accept that her husband committed suicide: "Although there is no mobile phone signal in the basement, there is a landline phone with a one-touch dialing function - if he was really poisoned, why didn't my husband use it to call for help when the murderer left? Unlike a mobile phone, a landline phone does not require such precise operation. You just need to push the receiver open with your mouth and press a button to talk directly to the other end."
Conan stood on tiptoe and suddenly discovered something. He leaned on the edge of the desk and asked curiously, "Why are there so many playing cards covering this landline? They almost buried the landline. Was the body like this when it was found?"
"Yes." Mrs. Jiujiu's daughter was about the same age as Conan. When she heard the child's question, she instinctively wanted to answer it. "Maybe the murderer hid the landline with playing cards in order to prevent my husband from asking for help?"
Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that this speculation seemed a little far-fetched, so she confusedly changed her words: "But my husband is very familiar with this place, and this pile of playing cards will not affect him from finding a landline at all..."
At this moment, Jiang Xia suddenly pushed away the poker cards covering the phone, picked up the two poker cards stuck together in his hand, and gently placed them on the landline.
Amuro Toru noticed his action, looked down, and paused: "These two cards stuck together with their backs facing away... are exactly the same as the redial button on a landline phone."
Jiang Xia looked at Mrs. Jiujiu and said, "It seems that this is not an item left by the murderer, but a death message that your husband made with great difficulty."
As he spoke, he pressed the replay button on the phone.
Mrs. Jiujiu was startled: "Oh, by the way, this replayed number is actually..."
Before he finished speaking, an electronic voice came from the landline: "Hello, the number you dialed is invalid. Please check before calling again."
Mrs. Jiujiu: "In fact, the police also checked the landline during the investigation and pressed the redial button during the process. But the string of numbers was not the number of any phone or mobile phone at all, it was obviously a string of garbled characters.
"Later we thought about it and felt that it must be a number that my daughter randomly pressed while playing. She liked this room very much and would occasionally sneak in to play. And this phone was not used often, so the redial of it has been kept until now."
Jiang Xia nodded and looked down at the number displayed on the screen.
This is indeed a string of garbled text, and it is very long - [126871*32489*13548*1397]
"Let me see." Conan jumped onto the table with great effort, intending to write down the long list of clues, but after writing a few strokes, he found that his pen had run out of ink.
Conan shook it several times but couldn't write anything, so he asked, "Do you have a pen?"
Mrs. Jiujiu walked to the desk and opened the drawer. "It's right here... Hmm? Strange, how come it's gone? I remember my husband always liked to put his pens and notebooks here."
Toru Amuro seemed to be thinking about something: "From the time your husband was poisoned to the time the poison took effect, there was a long period of time in between. The murderer must have taken away all the pens in advance to prevent your husband from leaving any clear clues during this period... It seems that the murderer is quite meticulous." - Unlike the poor rookie who didn't even wipe off the blood after hitting someone with a vase last night.
Jiang Xia seemed to agree with his conclusion: "Speaking of being meticulous, the murderer must have unplugged the phone line after poisoning the victim - so the victim couldn't call anyone for help. He could only try to use the number on the landline to euphemistically convey the message he wanted to express."
Mrs. Jiujiu was stunned: "But when we arrived at the scene, the telephone line was intact."
Jiang Xia shook his head: "When the body was found, there must have been chaos here. In that environment, as long as your hands are fast enough, it is not difficult to plug in the phone line in the chaos - this is difficult for ordinary people to do, but don't forget that the suspects in this case are three excellent magicians who have been recognized by your husband."
(End of this chapter)
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