Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 334: Too Many Ah Le

"It seems like Conan-kun has encountered another case."

Lin Feng was cooking when Hongshu's voice came through the phone.

"This is normal. Even if the Grim Reaper stays at home, Beika Town will not be at peace." The repairman measured the water level with his finger.

When it comes to rice soaked in soup, it’s better to have harder rice!

"The person who died this time was one of the targets I have been monitoring." Hiroki has targeted many people through the channels of vodka and gin.

"who is it?"

Lin Feng paused and asked doubtfully.

"Itakura Taku is a game software engineer by profession. The Black Organization has commissioned him to produce some software." Hiroki replied.

"What is that software?" Lin Feng asked intently.

To him, this was also a huge mystery.

"I don't know about this now. I sneaked into Itakura Taku's laptop and found that he had the habit of writing a diary, so I read it from beginning to end."

"The diary didn't write any specific details about the software. He just said that for the sake of all mankind, the development of the software must be stopped." Hiroki explained.

"I'm curious." Lin Feng started stewing the beef.

There shouldn't be anything that Hiroki can't discover, right?

"Through the diary, I already know where the software is. As long as I put it in the computer, there will be no secret at all." Hiroki also seemed very curious.

Itakura Taku's ability is still good, and he won't do things without a purpose.

Software that must be terminated for the sake of all humanity?

It's really hard to guess.

"There shouldn't be a need for me to go over there and keep an eye on them to find out what the software is." The repairman shook his head and said.

"Conan-kun, do you already know that Itakura Taku is connected to the Black Organization?"

Hiroki could hear everything that happened through the communication equipment at the scene, but he had no way of knowing what Conan was thinking.

If the other party gets the diary disk that Itakura Taku carries with him, they should be able to follow the clues to find the villa where the software is stored...

……

Rice Krispies Restaurant.

Room 2004.

My old acquaintance, Inspector Megure, has arrived here.

He cast a furtive glance at the dead man.

I'm so unlucky that Brother Maori came to my door. Don't worry, the murderer will definitely be caught!
"The deceased's name is Itakura Taku, he is 45 years old and a software engineer." Officer Takagi was making a report with a small notebook in hand.

"What was the cause of death?"

Inspector Megure looked at the forensic doctor who came to the scene.

"It is still unclear, but the deceased had no obvious external injuries. He was taking coronary artery dilators, so the cause of death was most likely a heart attack."

"I judged that the time of death should be two days."

Inspector Megure listened to the other party's report and nodded.

Officer Chiba also consulted Itakura Taku's attending physician, who said that Mr. Itakura's heart condition had deteriorated very seriously and that he had even been scheduled for surgery.

The chances of dying from a heart attack are very high.

"It's been two days since the death, and the hotel staff didn't even notice it." Officer Takagi felt this was a bit strange.

"He hates it most when people walk around his workplace." Naito Sadahei said.

It seems that this bald man knows Itakura Taku very well. "That's right, one time I moved a document on his desk a little bit, maybe ten centimeters, and he immediately got really angry!" Subeko nodded.

"He rarely even changes the bed sheets at home, let alone letting the hotel cleaner in." Soma Ryusuke also said something like this.

It seems that Itakura Taku's obsessive-compulsive disorder is very serious, and he finds it difficult to accept any slight changes.

"..."

"Brother Mori, who are these people?" Inspector Megure asked about the identities of the three people.

"they are……"

Uncle Maori briefly talked about how he had been commissioned to find the missing Itakura Taku.

"Oh, this uncle really likes to be clean!"

Conan started to act up again.

"What does this mean?" Inspector Megure looked at the elementary school student and asked speechlessly.

Otherwise, recruit this kid to the search class in advance. He is not afraid of observing corpses face to face and is much better than those new recruits.

Maori is a very nervous guy, and his children are also like this...

"Look, this uncle is sleeping on the table with his mouth open, and not a single saliva is coming out. Yuanta has even wet his textbook!" The famous detective is very good at giving examples.

"Oh, I see. Uncle Maori must have wiped it off accidentally!"

Conan raised his head with an expression of sudden realization.

Uncle Maori felt the look in Inspector Megure's eyes and immediately shouted, "You little brat, don't frame me!"

I don’t know how good I am at protecting the scene!

"Not only are there the expected marks on the table, but I also rarely see people who died of a heart attack sitting in a chair in perfect condition." Inspector Megure followed this line of thought and spoke.

The wooden chairs in this restaurant are not like the large sofa chairs with armrests. They will fall over if your body tilts slightly.

"I also found something suspicious. The deceased's hands were covering his throat. However, if his upper body was pressed against the table when he died, the body would feel a little strange."

The medical examiner nodded and began to explain.

Normally, after we die, our bodies will lie on the table, and our palms should be in close contact with the table and the body.

But what about the hands of the deceased Mr. Itakura?
The posture of covering the throat looks very standard, and there is no feeling of being pressed by the body.

Well...it's not right, very wrong.

"Could it be that Mr. Itakura died somewhere else?" Inspector Megure said after hesitating for a moment.

There was no trace on the table, and the body maintained a strange posture...

"But, Officer Megure, the stiffness of the deceased's hands and feet should prove that he died on this table." Uncle Maori shook his head, feeling something was wrong.

We can still tell something from the state of rigor mortis, so it is unlikely that he died somewhere else.

"Are there any signs of being tied up on the deceased?"

Inspector Megure asked.

He suspected that the deceased was forcibly tied to the chair by someone and kept in that position so that he could not take medicine or seek help.

"We didn't find any marks of strangulation, but judging from the bruises, the deceased had been subjected to large-scale pressure on the body surface." The forensic doctor said after carefully examining the body.

"Oh, that's strange. Why does the blanket on the bed feel sticky?"

Conan was looking up and asking Xiaolan with a blanket in his hand.

He's been moaning too many times today...

(End of this chapter)