Chapter 3223 3235 [Gambler of the Passerby Mutual Aid Association]
The two policemen from Chiba Prefecture stared at the door in front of them as if they were facing a great enemy, and mentally rehearsed 18 ways of rushing in and subduing the villain inside once the door opened.
But after holding my breath and waiting for a while, the door in front of me was quiet and no one came to open it.
"That's weird, is there no one home?" The two police officers looked at each other and muttered in confusion, "The intelligence we received clearly said that he basically slept at home this morning... It's so unlucky that he went out today."
Conan looked at the door in front of him and turned it out of habit.
With a creak, the door opened as the two policemen stared in shock - it was not locked.
Policemen: “…” Wait, isn’t it a bit against the rules to open someone else’s door without permission?
The police: "..." However, it was not them who opened the door, but a small enthusiastic citizen...
After a brief struggle, the horse-faced police officer looked at Conan, and suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment. He turned around and looked at Jiang Xia with admiration.
Then, in keeping with the principle of not missing the opportunity, he knocked on the already open door: "Mr. Kumada, why is your door open? - Let's come in."
As he said this, he opened the door, ready to see whether this important suspect was sleeping in and didn't hear the knock on the door, or was not at home.
However, the next moment, the two policemen widened their eyes at the scene in front of them.
Good news, Kumada is at home.
The bad news…
He was neither sleeping on the tatami nor hiding behind the door to attack people - this important suspect who made the police feel like they were facing a formidable enemy was now hanging by a rope like a piece of air-dried bacon, quietly hanging from the ceiling.
Although he hadn't gotten close yet, Mr. Kumada's motionless body and oddly stiff posture fully explained his condition - the suspect who was highly suspected of murdering Lawyer Tachibana was obviously dead, and judging by the chair he fell on next to him, it seemed to be a suicide by hanging.
Mao Lilan: "!!!"
She wanted to scream, but she already had a bad feeling when she knocked on the door and no one opened it.
After hesitating for a moment, Mao Lilan did not scream after all. She just took out her cell phone and quickly dialed 110.
Then, before pressing the call button, he silently put down his hand - speaking of police officers, aren't there two right next to you?
Curacao next to her: "..."
It was a bad idea.
Although she had guessed early on that this was a serial murder case, she never imagined that the dead were not those acquaintances of Lawyer Tachibana in the villa, but this suspect who was supposed to be just a background figure.
Curacao felt disappointed for not being able to read Uzo's script, but suddenly felt fortunate as well.
——Fortunately, she did not go to the passers-by mutual aid meeting this time, otherwise if she had guessed the second victim at the beginning, then she would have definitely lost everything by now.
"I was just worried that broadcasting live next to Uzo would attract his attention, so I didn't do it." Curacao was in mixed emotions. "I didn't expect that I would escape the disaster by accident. Not long ago, I thought that the male secretary who knew a lot but refused to say must be the second victim, but now..."
With a hint of fear, she held her mobile phone, and in an instant she seemed to see the secret small program inside, and the few black coins that were almost lost in the collection box of the Passersby Mutual Aid Association.
"But why do I always guess wrong?" After a brief moment of self-doubt, thinking of the accuracy of his intelligence collection and his excellent ability to analyze intelligence in the past, Curacao shook his head and forced away some unconfident thoughts.
"It's not my fault. It's just that Uzo's scripts are so imaginative - sometimes they follow the routine, and sometimes they shake people up unexpectedly."
Curacao took a deep breath and tried not to dwell on this issue so as not to affect his future actions.
"For example, in today's incident, even if we let other people in the Passersby Mutual Aid Association guess, they would definitely guess wrong - in terms of guessing Uzo, everyone is actually the same, but they are just luckier, so they can occasionally guess right."
Thinking of Chianti's past inappropriate remarks, Curacao felt a little calmer.
But after a moment, thinking of Chianti and Cohen's accuracy rate based on pure blind guessing, she suddenly felt sad: "..." Why, why is it only her...
…
The two police officers were so shocked by the "suicide scene" that they had no time to pay attention to the sadness of a lawless criminal next to them.
They were stunned for a while at this unexpected scene, but quickly came to their senses and called their younger brothers over.
Not long after, sirens sounded and several police cars stopped downstairs of the apartment building. The young police officers were busy setting up the cordon.
"He must have hanged himself by standing on this chair." There was nothing much to analyze in the empty room of the bachelor and the ordinary hanging scene, but after all, a life was lost, so the two police officers had no choice but to stare at this simple scene and go through the process.
but……
Glancing at Jiang Xia next to him, the horse-faced police inspector thought of the ups and downs of the cases that the other party had solved, and always felt that things were not that simple.
Perhaps he was wearing tinted glasses in his mind, when the horse-faced police officer looked at the scene again, he suddenly discovered something.
"Why is the other end of this rope used for hanging fixed to the balcony railing?"
The horse-faced police officer looked up and said, "With Kumada's height, he should be able to easily reach the beam after stepping on this stool. Why didn't he tie the rope to the beam directly, but had to go around the beam and tie the rope so far away?"
Suzuki Sonoko heard his question, scratched her hairpin, and answered casually: "Maybe it's a ritual of suicide? You see, the ceiling of his house is so low. If the rope is too short, it will look like it is hanging from the beam. It's better to make the rope longer so that people who come in can see at a glance that he committed suicide by hanging."
Horse-faced police officer: "Uh... yes, is that so?"
It sounds confusing, but this female high school student who is reasoning seems to be Jiang Xia’s classmate. Maybe she has received personal instruction from Jiang Xia, is that correct?
He couldn't help but look at Jiang Xia, only to see Jiang Xia standing at the door, talking to a female neighbor who had heard the noise and rushed over.
The neighbors were already enthusiastic, and now seeing the famous detective who always appeared on TV, they became even more enthusiastic.
As she happily put away Jiang Xia's business card, she said, "Speaking of which, when I was at home yesterday, I suddenly heard a loud noise upstairs - Oh, by the way, I live right below this room. If you are tired of solving cases, you can come to my house and rest. I'll prepare refreshments for you!"
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