Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 52 Leaks in Speech

It was confirmed that Yokokawa Yuji had indeed gone downstairs to pick up the express delivery.

The time from going upstairs to downstairs is 2 minutes if you take the elevator, then it takes 4 minutes to go back and forth.

If it is changed to take the emergency stairs, the time may be shortened, and it can be controlled within 3 minutes.

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be suspected of committing a crime.

Seeing that Takagi seemed to be doubting himself, Yokokawa Yuji said again: "I don't know what I ate today, I always have diarrhea."

"I suddenly felt a stomachache when I finished the home delivery, and I went to the bathroom by the way. If you don't believe me, Mr. Police Officer, I'll bring you the box right now, and you'll know when you smell it."

"No, no need"

Takagi waved his hand quickly, and said, "Let's go to the office."

"Okay, this way please."

Saying that, Arisa Nishizawa made a "please" gesture.

"Eh?"

Ayumi seemed to have discovered something, "It's obviously summer, why do you wear gloves, big sister?"

Arisa Nishizawa hesitated and took off one of the gloves.

It is not as smooth as ordinary people, but is very rough and thick, and there are several cracks on the hands, and the skin color is a little purple, which looks a little scary.

"Because my hands became very ugly after frostbite when I was a child. In order not to be laughed at, I developed the habit of wearing gloves, even in summer."

The gloves worn by Nishizawa Arisa are made of ice silk, so even in summer it is fine, and there is no need to worry about getting prickly heat.

A group of people came to the office area, which is much more spacious than the reception room, and the chairman's room and the staff area are connected.

"The president is a very suspicious person, and he is also a workaholic."

"Usually we are required to collect all kinds of data and sort out all kinds of information, even if we take a short break."

"As long as he finds out, he will inevitably be scolded or have his salary deducted. Fortunately, the president has never treated us badly in terms of salary, so he stayed like this."

"And if you choose to leave like this, other companies may directly refuse the interview."

"After all, if this is the case, everyone will think that the other party has no responsibility and responsibility, and they are not strong enough to resist pressure."

Kurata Anna's face showed helplessness.

But I don't know if it was her illusion, but the other party seemed to be relieved again.

There is nothing special in the office area.

The only conspicuous thing is the refrigerator placed in the staff area.

Although it is quite normal for the company to place this, it is usually placed in the tea room, which is more beautiful.

"this"

Arisa Nishizawa explained: "At that time, I asked the president for his opinion. In fact, I thought it would be better to put it in the tea room, but he insisted on putting it here, saying that it is convenient for getting in and out to get drinks."

"And at that time, Mr. Yokokawa also quite agreed with the president's opinion. After all, both of them like to drink milk. Perhaps the tacit understanding on this point made them choose to do so."

In addition, there is a wooden table with drawers next to the refrigerator, which seems a bit uncoordinated.

What is even more incongruous is that in the chairman's office area, in addition to the filing cabinet, there is also a large wardrobe.

The reason for this is purely because the president simply used this place as his residence in order to save rent.

milk?

Conan jumped up and opened the refrigerator door, only to see that it was empty.

"Eh? Didn't I remember before I left that there was still a carton of milk?"

Looking at this scene, Arisa Nishizawa felt a little strange.

"Because there are guests coming, the president asked me to make a cup of coffee, and I added all the milk to it."

milk
If the murderer knew that the chairman likes to add milk to his coffee, then everything would make sense.

As long as you find the milk carton, you may find something in it.

Conan quickly asked, "Sister Kurata, do you still remember where you left the milk carton?"

"Just throw it in the trash can."

Anna Kurata pointed to the trash can under the table and said.

Sure enough, an empty milk carton was thrown in the bucket.

Takagi picked up the milk box and looked at it, and unexpectedly found that there was a small hole on the box, which looked like a mark of being stuck by a needle.

"I'm sending it for inspection now, maybe I'll find some fingerprints on it."

With that said, Takagi was about to leave, but was stopped by Qinghai Chuantang.

"Officer Takagi, even if you send it for inspection, you may at most find Ms. Kurata's fingerprints on it."

"And if the murderer wore gloves, fingerprints would not be detected. But she ignored the fact that gloves also have texture, which can be counted as its fingerprints."

"The time for fingerprints to remain on items is different and affected by various factors. If it is the latest fingerprint, it should belong to Ms. Kurata."

"But if the texture of the glove is detected on it, then the answer is obvious."

Arisa Nishizawa pointed at herself, and said with a smile: "You mean, am I the murderer? You know, you need to use your hands to place the milk. After all, you can't use your mouth, right?"

"If it was the poison I injected, then there should be a syringe or something in my bag. You can search and try."

With that said, Arisa Nishizawa put her bag on the table, opened it with her own hands, and placed the items inside in front of everyone.

Lipstick, earphones, wallet, keys. No syringes alone.

"Miss Yousha, you misunderstood that you carry the tools of the crime with you. There are very few crimes that you don't choose to deal with. After all, the criminals are getting smarter and smarter now."

This sounded like a compliment.

Then, when the topic changed, Qinghai Chuantang asked a question that had nothing to do with the case.

"Miss Yousha, do you like to drink winter melon and barley water?"

Nishizawa Yusa froze for a moment, but still nodded.

"But I don't really like it. It's just that in summer, I'm always used to drinking some. After all, it has the effect of clearing away heat and relieving summer heat."

"You seem to like children?"

Arisa Nishizawa nodded without hesitation, her expression softened a lot: "Every woman should like children."

Qinghai Chuantang was choked by these words, and almost didn't know what to say.

It's not that she doesn't like children, but what she likes are obedient and well-behaved children. If they are bears, she won't like them even if they are her own.

After coughing lightly, he continued, "Since you like children, why do you choose to work here?"

"Sorry, I don't have any other meaning, but I think you, as an adult, and a more rational adult, should know."

"You mean, fraud?"

Nishizawa Yousa smiled, "I don't think so. After all, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, and both parties are voluntary."

"If there is any trouble after that, if it is said to be 'fraud', I do not agree with such a statement, and feel that it is a bit unreasonable."

It sounds like Arisa Nishizawa is maintaining this training institution from the perspective of the company.

But Qinghai Chuantang sounded like he was being sarcastic.

"Then let's change the subject."

"If a woman's husband is an entrepreneur, because he listened to a lecture by a certain success master, he was ready to put all his eggs in one basket, but in the end he didn't even splash the water."

"Then as his wife, or a expectant mother who is pregnant, will she attribute the fault to that lecturer?"

"If one is added, the husband will be devastated and depressed, and the wife will have a miscarriage due to excessive grief. From this point of view, will the hatred be stronger?"

Strong enough to want to kill each other.

"A very good story," Arisa Nishizawa praised with a smile, "You can even write a novel."

"Okay, Miss Tang, let's stop chatting and get to the point."

Gao Mu euphemistically reminded.

At the same time, I rejoiced in my heart: fortunately, Senior Chuanxi was not here, otherwise, with his temper, he would inevitably send Miss Tang to the detention center for a few days on the grounds of "obstructing official duties".

"Officer Takagi, actually, I think what sister Xiaotang said makes sense."

"Because if you tie the threads together, it's a very likely statement."

Arisa Nishizawa knelt down and touched his head, and said with a gentle expression, "Little friend, everything must be based on evidence."

"We can't decide who is a good person and who is a bad person just because of other people's few words."

"If there is no conclusive evidence, making groundless guesses will only make others feel sad."

With such words, Qinghai Chuantang almost felt that he was really wrong.

She finally couldn't help but said: "Miss Yousha, in fact, the reason why ice silk gloves can still be worn in summer is precisely because of their lightness.

"But this does not mean that it can be compared with surgical gloves, but it is easier to leave marks, or even incomplete fingerprints."

"And your ice silk gloves are made of lace, with a special texture. As long as you find the syringe and check it, you can definitely find fingerprints on it."

Arisa Nishizawa looked at her: "Then tell me, where is the syringe?"

"I don't know this yet, but I know other evidence."

Qinghai Chuantang walked to the chairman's office area and opened the wardrobe door.

I saw that except for a few coats hanging inside, the rest of the clothes were stacked together, leaving a lot of space.

"Seems like just enough room for one person, right?"

Qinghai Chuantang took out a pair of tweezers from his pocket, picked up a hair from the cabinet, and faced everyone.

"If you just test it, you can find fingerprints or something."

"Of course, you can say that the president asked you to help tidy up the clothes. After all, it is not ruled out that such a president exists. But... hair, there is no way to deny it."

Unless there is Pharaoh next door, it's almost the same.

Arisa Nishizawa felt her legs go limp, and she couldn't help reaching out to support the table beside her.

"How did you find out? It seems that you are also here for the first time, and you haven't looked around."

Qinghai Chuantang looked at each other and explained.

"When I found out that the refrigerator was empty, my first reaction was not 'Is there a guest here', or 'Did Mr. Yokokawa drink it', but 'Why is there no milk'."

"As I mentioned before, the ones who like to drink milk are the president and Mr. Yokokawa."

"It's like going to the supermarket to buy juice. If the juice you happen to like is sold out, the first reaction will naturally be 'why is the juice gone?'"

"But you have no feelings for milk, so naturally you shouldn't have such doubts."

"What's more, knowing that there are two people who like milk, isn't it reasonable for the last box of milk to disappear?"

　In fact, compared to profiling...Tang is indeed eloquent, a must-have skill for the protagonist in many anime (that's why she said she doesn't speak, she is the cutest)

　　
　
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