Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 60 There are advantages to being short

"Brother Lin Feng, do you have any questions?" Officer Mumu pressed the pause button.

The video stopped at nine o'clock, and on the TV was a scene of President Kojima talking with two security personnel.

"Have you carefully observed the corpse?" Lin Feng looked around and found that even the smaller detective beside him was frowning and thinking, and he couldn't help but ask.

You're not the only one who has seen that terrifying face carefully, are you?

"Lipstick..." Conan discovered the blind spot first, and at the same time turned his head to look at a certain Miss Chihiro Kojima who looked panicked and was covering her mouth.

"Oh!"

Uncle Mouri's eyes suddenly lit up. On the TV screen, President Kojima was wearing a facial mask and purple lipstick on his mouth. However, the body lying on the floor did not have this feature!

"Speaking of which, if you want to apply a facial mask, you should take off all your makeup." Xiaolan came closer and looked at President Kojima on the screen carefully, and said doubtfully.

Officer Megure's face darkened, "Miss Kojima, can you please explain what is going on?"

"Yes, it was my mother who forgot about it and wiped off the lipstick when she returned to the room." Chihiro Kojima stuttered, and then immediately retorted.

"You know, there is a significant difference between a mask that is applied while alive and one that is forcibly applied after death." Lin Feng said, stretching out his hands and pinching his handsome face.

Not to mention how many wrinkles the fifty-year-old President Kojima will have on his face.

Her mouth and eyes were so wide, but the mask remained so flat. Could it be that it was made of super glue?
"I, I..." Kojima Chihiro panicked for a moment and didn't know how to defend herself.

"Brother Lin Feng, how do you know this?" Xiao Lan did not expect that Lin Feng, a grown man, would actually notice this.

"Observe, observe carefully." Lin Feng smiled.

The people I usually interact with the most are those rich ladies who are idle at home. The mask will have some wrinkles if they speak or move a little bit, how can it be as flat as a dead person.

"The prisoner probably put the mask on the victim and put on the bathrobe after she was dead."

"In that case, the culprit is you, Chihiro Kojima!" Uncle Maori immediately made a judgment and pointed the finger at President Kojima's daughter.

The wild cat triggered the alarm device in the yard, and at nine o'clock, security personnel came to check on the situation.

If no one answered the door, the two security guards would probably find a way to rush into the house immediately.

At that time, after Chihiro Kojima finished killing people, she had not had time to leave.

In desperation, she thought of pretending to be her mother and getting through.

Wearing a facial mask and a bathrobe, pretending to have just taken a shower, he opened the door and dismissed the security personnel.

This is why she had to put a mask on the victim!

Yes, that must be it!
This is the reasoning behind my name, Kogoro Mori!
"Uncle, I think you may have guessed wrong." Lin Feng said with a smile, and then explained his views to everyone.

No matter what, the motive for the murder is too weak.

Moreover, if Miss Chihiro Kojima wanted to strangle a woman of similar size to herself with her bare hands, there would be no trace of struggle.

Conan nodded, then lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Just as Lin Feng explained, Chihiro Kojima's dress in the video was no different from what it is now, and it didn't look like she had been torn apart.

Sure enough, the murderer could only be that person.

The detective looked at Takeo Izumi who was clenching his fists tightly.

and many more.

There seems to be something on his trousers?
Just where the other party's suit trousers are rolled up, there is an inconspicuous round chip inside.

Could it be that!
Conan's expression changed, and he rushed out of the house to look for the police officers from the forensics department.

Lin Feng glanced sideways at the famous detective, smiled slightly, and then looked at Kojima Chihiro who was defending.

"This gentleman is right. When I got here, my mother was already dead!"

"I was afraid of being suspected, so I came up with this method. I pretended to be my mother and opened the door for the security personnel." Chihiro Kojima glanced at Lin Feng gratefully and immediately told the truth.

Uncle Maoli also took advantage of the situation to think, and did not casually refute Lin Feng's words.

"If what you said is true, then the prisoner is..." Officer Megure pondered for a moment.

Everyone turned their attention to Takeo Izumi, the first person to visit President Kojima.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense about things without evidence. When I left, the president was still alive and well." Takeo Izumi pretended to be calm, stood up, and defended himself.

"Who said there is no evidence?"

The voice of "repairman" suddenly rang again.

Lin Feng turned his head and looked at the small figure hiding behind him, holding a bow in his hand, and twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

Come again?

I'll have to pay for it next time!

"Oh! Brother Lin Feng, do you already have evidence?" Officer Mumu's eyes lit up and he asked expectantly.

In fact, after the other party said before why Chihiro Kojima was unlikely to be the murderer, he was more inclined to take Takeo Izumi as the murderer.

But without evidence, anything is possible.

I really didn’t expect that Lin Feng, standing there without even moving his feet, would actually find the evidence!

"Cough cough."

Lin Feng coughed twice and said:
"Before watching the videotape, I had already determined that you should be the prisoner."

Lin Feng talked about all the weird things about Takeo Izumi.

"However, it is really difficult for me to understand what methods you used to make President Kojima come back to life to meet his daughter and send away the security personnel."

"me……"

Takeo Izumi wanted to say something else, but was directly interrupted.

"My conclusion is that you didn't use any tricks at all!"

"We were completely dragged into the quagmire by Chihiro Kojima, who chose to cover up the truth out of fear."

Lin Feng said, staring at the other person and smiling.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Kojima Chihiro bent down and apologized.

Lin Feng continued:

"You probably had a dispute with President Kojima because of the 300 million yuan matter. In anger, you stretched out your hands and strangled her neck."

When Takeo Izumi heard this, he shook his head violently and shouted: "I didn't kill anyone!"

"Officer Memu, please help open Mr. Quan's trousers and see what's inside." Lin Feng commanded.

"Trousers?" Officer Memu stepped forward, squatted down, and found a round chip in the trousers.

"These are contact lenses?!"

"Yes, this is the evidence I said..."

Lin Feng said and nodded, with the same expression of sudden realization on his face as everyone else.

It seems that being short has its advantages. I can always find some strange things in the nooks and crannies. . .

what?
I'm not talking about the color of the panties. . .

(End of this chapter)