Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 87 The Secret Room Gradually Perfected

"How do I feel, Miss Tang seems to be infected by Brother Maori?"

"It feels a little unreliable."

Mumu Shisan and Takagi complained in a low voice, and their thoughts coincided with each other.

Perhaps, this is the tacit understanding.

After coughing lightly, Mu Mu Thirteen said: "Miss Tang, Brother Mao Li. Although you guessed that there is a possibility, the possibility is too low."

"So let's take a closer look, look for more clues, and then draw a conclusion. Takagi, go find the whereabouts of that woman, maybe she knows nothing."

After receiving the order, Takagi's expression also became serious.

"Yes!"

Conan came to the yard and looked around, but found nothing.

Just as he sighed and was about to return to the room, he heard the faint sound of running water not far from here.

So Conan looked for the sound and walked over, only to see a water windmill behind the grass, and the sound came from here.

"This is!"

I saw several coils of thin wire wrapped around the shaft of the water windmill.

Seemingly thinking of something, Conan hurried back to the house and found Tian Liquanmei.

The two quietly came to a secluded place and started talking in a low voice.

"You mean, the water windmill? It will start to rotate by itself at 7:30 every morning."

"But usually at that time, the master has already come down, because the breakfast time is always at 7 o'clock."

Conan blinked, then asked again: "Then do you still remember how long Yuan Jin went up?"

After thinking about it carefully, Tian Liquanmei shook her head.

"Sorry kid, I didn't pay attention to this at the time. But it should be when I was squeezing the juice, right? At that time, Miss Tang just arrived, so the young master asked me to squeeze a glass of juice to treat her."

"Then he went to the study to tell his father, is there a guest?"

Tian Liquanmei nodded, but shook her head again.

"It can't be said that completely."

Then, he explained: "Because when I was squeezing the juice, for some reason, the home suddenly tripped."

"The young master went to pull the gate by himself, and then told the master the news of the arrival of the guests. Unfortunately, the master ignored it and even reprimanded the young master."

"However, the master had always had such a character before he was alive, and he was used to it, even the madam"

When it came to the end, Tian Liquanmei paused, knowing that she had said too much.

"Sorry, I accidentally said the wrong thing for a while, please don't take it to heart. Mr. Maori asked you to come and ask about these, right?"

Tian Liquanmei smiled: "I didn't expect you to have won the trust of Mr. Mao Li at such a young age."

Conan smiled and scratched his head. "Actually, it's okay."

After leaving, Conan opened the cover of the tranquilizer pistol, showing a confident smile: That's it.The murderer is that person.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

Just thought of the method of committing the crime.

However, how to explain the three pools of blood on the ground?

Could it be to deliberately confuse the police, create the illusion of fighting the murderer, and then...
"So it is. Now, everything can be explained."

Conan froze for a moment, it was not his own voice.

He turned around and saw Qinghai Chuantang standing behind him with a smile on his face.

It seems that the inner narration just now was added by her for herself.

"Kid Conan, please start your performance now."

Qinghai Chuantang smiled and stepped aside.But this behavior made Conan unavoidably flustered, as if he had been "prophesied".

Although he was suspicious, the most important thing right now was to solve the case in front of him.

"This feeling comes again"

Mori Kogoro stumbled, found the most comfortable position, sat on the recliner, and assumed the pose of a thinker.

Tian Liquanmei showed a surprised expression.

"This, is this the legendary 'Sleeping Kogoro'?"

"Yes, that's right."

At this time, Conan was hiding under the desk beside him.

Fortunately, Mori Kogoro has completely covered him, so he doesn't have to worry about being spotted at a glance.

It's just that when Xiaolan sees Conan disappearing again, she feels puzzled: Why does Conan always come out of some inexplicable places every time he disappears?

"Brother Maori, have you successfully deduced the murderer?"

Mu Mu Shisan showed a surprised expression, "Could it be that the murderer is not that tall woman, but is among us?"

"Yes, the Megure Police Department, you can also say the same. However, before revealing the identity of the woman and who is the murderer, please listen to my reasoning first."

Get your hands on the juicer beforehand and ask for a freshly squeezed juice at just the right moment, causing a brief blackout.

The blade of the dagger used is naturally iron.

"In the chandelier on the ceiling, install an electromagnet. After the power is cut off, the magnetic force disappears, and the dagger will fall."

"At that time, Mr. Kikumoto was sitting right under it. In John Dickson Carr's book "The Man Who Was Trembling," there was a trick that used an electromagnet."

When the murderer walked in, the door was actually unlocked.

After the murderer walked into the room, he used blood to create the illusion of a fight.

In addition to the three pools of blood, there are actually some tiny, hard-to-find small blood spots everywhere.

And this is what the murderer did to make the created fight look more real.

Having done all this, the murderer left the room and closed the door.

Then, using a strong magnet, the latch of the door was operated from the outside, creating the illusion of a secret room, thus making it impossible to commit a crime.

"And this method was mentioned in Saito Sakae's book "Dangerous Water System"."

There is a water windmill outside, which starts to rotate at 7:30 every morning, and the murderer just happened to know and take advantage of this.

Tie a rope to the rotating shaft of the water windmill, pass through the hole of the stone lantern and the bamboo forest, and pass through the slightly opened skylight, where the dagger was tied in advance.

"At 7:30 in the morning, the water windmill started to spin. The rope was continuously being rolled up before leaving. The knife stabbed in Mr. Kikumoto's body was pulled out and passed through the gap between the skylights."

"In the end, the dagger fell into the yard, and the ropes were all wound around the windmill shaft. And this technique was borrowed from Henggou's official history "Honjin Murder Incident."

With Mu Mu Shisan's nod, Takagi immediately ran to the nearby water windmill to check, and he found a rope wrapped around the windmill shaft.

"The tall women Miss Quanmei saw before are actually Yuan Jin and You Ji."

"Let Yuki sit on your shoulders, and then put on a long wig and a hat. After such a careful disguise, others will naturally not recognize you."

"And when the police heard the news, their primary suspect became a fabricated image of a woman."

"So, murderer"

Mu Mu Shisan looked at him, then at Yuan Jin and You Ji.

I feel very incredible.

"Brother Maori, do you want to say that the murderer is these two children? But, but, how is this possible? The tall woman before may be just a prank by the two of them."

Mu Mushisan subconsciously wanted to refute these two children.

However, the murderer didn't even want a chance to quibble.

He said loudly: "It's none of Yuji's business! I did all of this!"

Yuan Jin is already in the first grade of junior high school, but he is only 13 years old.

In other words, he was still a juvenile who violated the law.

"Mr. Maori, very good reasoning."

As Qinghai Chuantang said, he closed the book in his hand. It was a book with a cowhide cover that he had drawn from the bookshelf before.

"However, the murderer was not Yuan Jin. Mr. Kikumoto, he actually committed suicide."

If we say that the result of the 13-year-old son killing his father has already surprised them.

But when Qinghai Chuantang put forward the term "suicide", he was shocked.

"I have tried this method before, but it is not enough to kill people. It is full of loopholes and cannot withstand scrutiny."

Theoretically feasible and practically feasible are actually two different things.

"The door latch is not of the horizontal insertion type. After all, it is full of European style, and even the door is not an exception."

"Even with strong magnets, it's not realistic to try to lock the door from the outside."

"As for the technique about the water windmill, in fact, when it is pulled back, it will be hindered, and it cannot be successfully realized in accordance with the expected thinking."

"So, the two bloodstains at the door and the bay window sill have been well explained."

"As for the place in front of the bookshelf, Mr. Kikumoto put the book he was reading back to its original place in order to hide unfavorable evidence."

Qinghai Chuantang opened the book and handed it to Mu Mu Shisan.

I saw the cover and inside pages of the book, and some places had traces of being inserted with something.

Mu Mu Shisan suddenly realized: "That is to say, at the very beginning, the dagger actually fell on the book Mr. Kikumoto was reading."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded.

"The wound on Mr. Kikumoto's body was actually stabbed by him himself."

"When Yuan Jin came to use a strong magnet and wanted to lock the door but couldn't, in order to help Yuan Jin perfect the secret room, he endured the pain and locked the door latch."

"And when he saw that the rope could not pull out the knife, Mr. Kikumoto came to the bay window again, untied the rope, and threw the knife out."

"After doing all this, Mr. Kikumoto lay down on the recliner as Yuan Jin had hoped."

"Finally, the Impossible Crime - Murder in a Secret Room was completed."

Yuki remained silent from the beginning to the end.

Tian Liquanmei looked at Yuan Jin and seemed to understand something.

"Young Master. Have you been brooding over Madam's death? That's just a wish"

"It's not an accident!"

Yuan Jin interrupted her, "Mother's health is no longer good, but that man is still strict with her, and doesn't consider her at all."

"Obviously my mother's body has reached its limit, but I still want to treat her like this!"

Yuan Jin attributed all the faults to his father.

This has been the case since childhood, and the attitude towards family members is so cold and severe.

Even if he takes the first place in the class every time, as long as the score is not perfect, he will still be severely criticized and accused by him.

Mother had a heart condition.

During the days when she became more and more incompetent, the demands on her became more and more severe, even to the point of being abnormal.

Mother didn't say anything, but Yuan Jin could feel her sadness.

"If it wasn't for him, how could my mother die! And when my mother passed away, he didn't even look at her and left the room directly!"

"Master, that's not the case!"

Tian Li Quanmei quickly explained: "Madam's heart disease has worsened, so she is supporting her body to take care of the master."

"And the master is so harsh on his wife on purpose so that she can cheer up. Master and madam actually have the same heart."

"At that time, I could see that the master was reluctant to part with him, but he knew that staying there by himself would make you feel more uncomfortable, so he chose to leave."

"And, and"

Tian Liquanmei's voice was filled with tears.

After choking for a while, he wiped away the tears on his face, and continued: "Master, he suffers from a stage four malignant brain tumor, and his days are numbered, but he just kept me keeping it from you and Miss."

"His usual harshness to you is actually for your own good. In order for you to be less criticized and blamed when you integrate into society in the future."

Yuan Jin felt as if his mind had emptied suddenly, and he couldn't remember anything.

Just stumbled and swayed, and finally knelt down on the ground.

"Why, why? How could it be, how could it be like this."

Tears flowed down his cheeks and slowly wet the ground.

"Brother, I hate you!"

Yuki finally made a sound.

When she yelled this sentence like venting, the tears couldn't stop flowing, and there was no time to wipe them away.

For such a tragedy, there seems to be no choice but to lament.

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