Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 390: Being pricked with an acupuncture needle again

Ah Shan felt very frustrated because he hadn't encountered any murder cases and couldn't take pictures of the sleeping detective.

"If you commit suicide, you can save the time of searching." Uncle Maori pulled the other person aside and whispered.

Also, don't talk about this kind of thing in front of the deceased's son, even though he is just an adopted son...

"That's true, but..." Brother Cao rubbed his chin.

It was not easy to meet Mr. Maori...

"Uncle Maori, is the light switch cord in this room too short?" Conan stood beside the quilt and reached out to grab the light cord, but couldn't find it.

The living room is completely different, you can reach it easily.

But in the dead man's bedroom, the rope was so short...

Uncle Maori looked down at the dead man, then looked at Conan.

The deceased was hunched over, and was only about 20 to 30 centimeters taller than Conan. It would have been very difficult for him to grab the light cord to turn the light on and off!

"Well, there is still a problem?" Brother Cao's expression became a little brighter.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Akashi Hiroto, wanting to hear an explanation about the lamp cord.

The ropes were specially lengthened everywhere in the house, but in the deceased's room, the rope was so short.

"That's because when my dad got up at night, he felt the rope was too long and a bit of a hindrance, and the pendant at the end happened to touch his eyes, so he cut it shorter." Akashi Hiroto shook his head and said.

It sounds like this old man has a very willful personality...

"It seems there's nothing wrong with suicide." Uncle Maori just felt it was a little strange at first.

Since there is a reason to explain it, it doesn't matter.

It's just a lamp cord...

……

The police are still doing post-event and evidence collection work upstairs.

Lin Feng and the others returned to the living room downstairs and sat down to rest.

"By the way, can you give me a copy of the curry recipe?" Lin Feng looked at Mr. Akashi and asked.

Curry is very convenient and easy to make, but it is not easy to make it well and have your own taste. In order to avoid being taken away by a police car, it is better to save some early.

"Of course you can..." Akashi Hiroto was stunned, nodded, and went to find paper and pen.

"Come on, you're just like that police officer. You don't feel nervous at all." Uncle Maori said to the repairman, resting his chin on his hand.

Although Mr. Mingshi doesn't look very sad, you can't really assume that no one has died in other people's families...

"Don't compare me to that guy!" The repairman couldn't accept this statement.

How can you insult people!

Conan frowned and watched Hiroto Akashi return to the room and start writing a recipe.

Looking back now, there are more than just a few things that are strange.

Lin Feng went upstairs at around 8:30, and Xiaolan at around 10 o'clock.

During such a long period of time, the other party did not mention this matter at all.

And asking guests to go upstairs to help collect the dishes was strange in itself.

And the length of the lamp cord in that room...

People who just went to the dentist to treat tooth decay a few days ago would not be able to eat this spicy curry. Mr. Akashi once made training meals for tennis players, so he should be familiar with this.

Speaking of curry.

How long would it take for two people to eat such a big pot of curry?

"Conan, what's wrong with you?" Xiaolan noticed the serious little face of the dog-headed detective and couldn't help but ask.

"I think he's probably worried about exams or something like that," Sonoko guessed.

Having said that, today is really unlucky.

This is the first time in my life that my car was washed away by the river while I was fishing...

As they were talking, Brother Cao opened the door of the living room and asked, "I have something I want to ask you. It's about your father's wrists. There are marks on them as if he was tied up by something." Uncle Maori put out his cigarette and looked at Mr. Akashi.

Akashi Hiroto handed the paper with the curry recipe in his hand to Lin Feng, and then turned around to explain: "If it is on the wrist, it should be the mark of the rubber band. My father usually has the habit of tying rubber bands on his hands."

"It is true." Brother Cao nodded. The police did find a lot of rubber bands under the deceased's pillow.

Now there is no doubt.

"Brother Lin Feng, are you sure that the old man was crying in the room at that time?" Conan looked at the repairman and asked.

He knew that this guy had much sharper ears than himself.

"Didn't you hear it too?" Lin Feng turned on the TV on the side.

It was late at night and there were many wonderful shows, and Uncle Maori was also attracted.

"Oh!"

"I know this group. They just debuted not long ago!" Brother Cao looked at the TV and nodded.

"..."

Conan looked at the three men speechlessly, took two steps forward, grabbed Cao Ge's trouser leg and asked, "Officer Yamamura, are there any other findings at the scene?"

Brother Cao came to his senses and looked down at the elementary school student.

"Other findings?"

"You can see there is also half a plate of curry, rubber bands, and a handkerchief. I think he used it to wipe his mouth."

Didn't find anything worth noting.

"handkerchief?"

Conan thought about it for a moment and immediately ran to the bedroom upstairs.

"Strange, what happened?" Uncle Maori watched the little kid run away and continued to watch TV.

"Mr. Akashi, thank you for your hospitality." Lin Feng said something without thinking, holding the remote control in his hand.

"No, nothing."

Akashi Hiroto glanced at the other person and shook his head.

This person who eats a lot gives people a very strange feeling.

It seemed as if he had been observing me vaguely, and then suddenly he started to thank me. I didn't know what was going on.

"And your curry, I will share it with my friends," the repairman continued.

"..."

"What's wrong with you?"

Uncle Maori scratched his head for a while.

The next moment, a silver needle flew over from somewhere and pierced his neck silently.

good good!
coming!

coming!

Brother Cao immediately took out a portable DV and started recording!
This posture is definitely correct, it is the sleeping Kogoro who has appeared!
"Uncle, are you okay?"

Conan walked in stealthily from outside the living room, attached the speaker, and then slipped out again.

"Mr. Mao Li, this case is indeed..." Brother Cao asked while holding up the DV.

"Yes, this is a homicide."

Conan found a position outside the living room door and started outputting.

Sonoko looked at the sleeping Kogoro Mouri, and then at Akashi Hiroto who remained silent.

If this case was a homicide, even the dumbest person would know who did it.

Because there was no one else in this house who was related to the deceased.

(End of this chapter)