Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 238: Try moving!
"Hey, are you okay?!"

Everyone was still confused.

I thought Dashang Zhushan, a gourmet detective, wanted to reenact the scene of death by poisoning.

It wasn't until there was a "bang" and the other party lay straight on the ground that the famous detectives present realized that something was wrong.

Even if you're acting, you don't have to fall so realistically, right?
"It won't be fun to play again!" Motegi Haruhi, who was about to leave, also stopped and said with a frown.

Baima Tan stood up, squatted next to the other party, put his palms on his neck and jaw, then took out an antique pocket watch and said: "Twenty-two points thirty-four minutes and fifty-one seconds, confirmed cardiopulmonary arrest."

"In his condition, recovery is impossible."

The reaper has finally begun.

"There is no evidence of any blueness or purpleness on his lips, but there is a unique smell of almonds." As a former coroner, Ikumi Gunada has strong professional skills and took advantage of the opportunity to do the autopsy work.

"Could it be that there was potassium cyanate in the black tea he just drank?" Motegi Haruhi didn't expect that something really happened.

"It's just to play the sound of the videotape." Gunda Ikumi picked up the timing device on the ground.

From this point of view, it should have nothing to do with this cup of black tea.

No oxidation-reduction reaction occurred, and the copper coins remained as they were.

"In this way, we can understand two points."

"Tape and timer..."

The voice of the owner of the annex sounded again at the right time.

Now, the cause of death is a bit elusive.

Uncle Maoli glanced around everyone present, feeling a little suspicious.

This caused the dummy's head to fall off, and the loudspeaker connected inside turned out to be a small tape recorder, and the tape inside was still spinning.

Qian Jian Jiangdai took a ten-yuan copper coin and dipped it into the cup of black tea in front of Zhu Shan.

"You said the prisoner is among us?"

"One thing is that the murderer planned it from the beginning and wanted to kill Mr. Ogami. As for the other point..." Conan said, looking at Lin Feng who was sitting there with a smile on his face.

"Yes, there are detailed rules including serving appetizers, soups, and main courses first." Miss Ishihara, the maid, nodded.

"Are you kidding me!" Motegi Haruhi picked up the dummy from his seat.

"Okay, this game has officially begun. Even if you are not looking for treasures, you should use your wisdom to solve the puzzles for your own lives, so that you can have hope of salvation."

It has to be said that the other party really has a reasoning ability that is not weaker than that of a detective.

"So, this murderer is not monitoring us and having conversations at the same time..." Uncle Maori's face became a little more solemn.

"Another point, the prisoner is among us." The repairman added.

"In this case, how did he die?" Uncle Maoli scratched his head.

This game is really deadly!
"Ms. Ishihara, was the time set by the owner of the annex for you to bring the meal here?" After realizing this, the white horse detective immediately turned to the maid and asked.

Everyone immediately realized that from beginning to end, the other party's words had been recorded in advance, and even when Dashang Zhushan would die had been calculated.

If he is among us, he is pretending too well, right?
"The other party placed a tape instead of a walkie-talkie, which explains the problem." Lin Feng nodded.

In this annex with dense surveillance, controlling the situation through remote calls is much better than playing a cold tape.

"There's really nothing wrong with that." Uncle Maoli thought about it and felt it made sense.

"Then, while we were not paying attention, the murderer made him take the potassium cyanate prepared in advance and poisoned him to death." Baima Tan nodded. Record the tape first, pretend to be fine and have dinner with everyone, and then poison them unprepared?
What a skill.

"Are you doing this kind of thing in front of a group of famous detectives?" Motegi Harushi showed a smile on his face, he was bold enough.

"In addition, judging from the content of the tape just now, the time of Ogami's poisonous death was completely within the other party's control." Senjian Shijiro pushed up his glasses and glanced at the gourmet detective on the side.

"The problem is that the cup of black tea he drank shortly before his death from the poison did not detect any reaction with cyanic acid compounds." Ikumi Gunada had already put on white gloves, carefully picked up the teacup and began to observe.

"So, maybe he was poisoned not because he drank the black tea, but when the teacup was in his mouth?" Uncle Maori thought there was a high possibility that the cup was coated with poison.

"This is unlikely, because he took more than one sip of black tea at that time." Gunda Ikumi put the cup back on the table and shook his head.

"Everyone... is so awesome." Xiaolan looked at everyone.

The direction was determined in almost a few words, and Miss Gunda did not forget to wear a pair of white gloves even though she was wearing a dress.

This is called professionalism. . .

"Brother Lin Feng, is the murderer you are talking about Kaitou Kidd?" Xiaolan still remembers that everyone previously deduced that the identity of the owner of the annex was Kaitou Kidd.

However, Kidd never seems to kill anyone?

what happened?

"There is a first time for everything." Lin Feng smiled.

Conan glanced at Uncle Maori quietly.

Are you sweating profusely?

Phantom thief!

"Honestly, as far as I know, this is the first time this has happened." Baima Tan hugged his arms and said with a serious face.

"No matter how much we talk, it won't help. It's better to go out and take a look first." Motegi Harushi secretly sighed in his heart.

Even if he blows up the bridge, he actually gives up his car too...

……

As everyone walked out of the main entrance of the villa, several cars were burning fiercely.

"My rented car!!!" Uncle Maori shouted in pain.

"I can't fix it this time either, so you have to pay for it." Lin Feng stood aside and said.

Of course the repairman said this to the Phantom Thief.

Although I didn’t take a closer look, the blown tire must have something to do with you, right?
"That goes without saying, it's my car!" Detective Maori looked very sad.

Conan glanced sideways at the two men.

I really love acting.

"It seems that my Ferrari has not escaped this disaster." Ikumi Gunda stood aside with her arms in her arms, and she didn't seem to have any emotional changes.

"Is he so powerful?" Lin Feng was a little curious.

"If it's you, what are you going to do?" Conan asked with a chuckle.

"Then he's dead, and Officer Megure can't save him, I said so!"

Lin Feng helped Uncle Maoli up.

Let alone a four-wheeled, moving car, even if it is my bicycle, try moving it!
(End of this chapter)