Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 45
This monitor can only take pictures, it does not have the function of recording sound.Boss Zhenzhong's face was pale and trembling all over in the monitoring, performing a bloody mime.

From his left shoulder to his back, there was a hideous wound in an instant. At the same time, the force of the slash pushed him to the side. He clutched his bleeding shoulder and sat down in the corner between the wall and the table in embarrassment. between.

The knight also rushed forward a few steps under the influence of inertia. He turned his back to Boss Zhenzhong, knelt down on one knee, and then kept this cool shape without moving.

"...", Bai Shu thought to himself that if he was the one who was chopped off, he would definitely have to take advantage of the armor to pretend to be aggressive, jump up and kick its head hard from behind.

However, Boss Zhenzhong's brain circuit is obviously different. Seeing that the armor stopped, he had no intention of resisting at all, but timidly tore a piece of label paper off the wall, picked up a pen from the table, and thought Leave a death message.

However, as soon as he wrote, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and his expression became desperate.

At this moment, the knight suddenly turned his head and glanced at him.The metal helmet collided with the armor, and there seemed to be a penetrating light "click" sound through the screen.

The boss of Zhenzhong was shocked, he threw the pen out, and the ball of paper was crumpled up and held in his hand, as if he wanted to swallow it in his stomach and destroy the corpse.

It's a pity that the knight moves faster.

He turned around and slashed Zhenzhong's chest with his sword, then grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air, and nailed him to the wall with his sword.

The paper stayed in Zhenzhong's boss's tightly clenched fist.

Boss Zhenzhong’s writing action was a bit abrupt, but because the knight was standing in front of the screen, blocking half of Boss Zhenzhong’s body, so the attention of the people watching the monitor was absorbed by the moving armor, almost no one Notice the small movements of Boss Zhenzhong.

After killing the man, the knight calmly walked towards the door, leaving blood behind him.From the monitoring point of view, this composition is actually pretty good.

Mori Kogoro found it very familiar, "This is imitating that painting!"

When Mori Kogoro reported various information to the Megure Police Department, Conan stared at the screen thoughtfully. He took advantage of the adults not paying attention, secretly rewinded the tape, and watched it again.

He noticed Boss Zhenzhong's small movements.

After watching the surveillance, Bai Shu didn't stay any longer. He left the guard room and returned to the scene of the crime.

At this time, the police officer who handled the corpse happened to pull out the note from the hands of the corpse. A group of people were very happy, and they were calling the Mumu Police Department on the phone, thinking that the case would be solved soon.

Bai Shu glanced at it from a distance, and there were three large characters written on it: クボタ.

This is the katakana of "Kubata". There are not too many people with this surname, and among the employees of this art museum, there happens to be only one—the one who was scolded by Ochiai before when he dismantled paintings without wearing gloves.

In fact, if you look carefully, you can find some colorless scratches on the note, but the police officers were too excited to notice this abnormality.

At this moment, Mori Kogoro and others also rushed over because of the clues discovered by Conan. A group of people went straight to the small note. After reading it, they began to ask Kubota's alibi.

The soul of Boss Zhenzhong crouched beside him, biting his finger angrily, "Although Kubota owes me money...but he wasn't the one who killed him!"

Too bad no one could hear him.

Conan followed the crowd and ran over. When he looked up, he found that the white tree was already here, and he was not surprised.

He found that... he seemed to be a little used to it.

After a pause of two seconds, Conan asked him, "Brother Naoki, have you found the murderer?"

So far, he has no idea who the prisoner is, and he doesn't know where Bai Shu's reasoning has progressed. He subconsciously wants to make a comparison.

"Yeah, who is it?", but Bai Shu threw the question back intact.

"...", okay, I seem to be used to this kind of answer.

Although it is still unclear whether Bai Shu knew the murderer, Conan did not break the casserole to ask the truth like before, but wisely chose to leave Bai Shu and read the small note by himself.

Conan is actually a bit unwilling to admit defeat. He believes that if he is given a little more time, he will be able to solve the case.

But I have to admit that having such a teammate with a fantastic painting style—although this guy is a bit annoying—it still makes people feel at ease. In case something goes wrong, there are still people who can find out the truth.

While listening to the police questioning Kubota with his ears upright, Conan ran to the armor according to his memory and fumbled around, and then successfully found a pen from the ground.

Behind the crowd, a pair of eyes were silently staring at him.

When Conan saw the pen, Ochiai suddenly covered his mouth and coughed out of breath, turned around and walked out hunched over.

It stands to reason that, as suspects or witnesses, it is not convenient for them to move around now.

But in the eyes of the police, an old man with gray hair was obviously not like a murderer. When Director Ochiai went out, the police officer guarding the door gave him a hand and asked if he needed help, but was declined.

The police officer subconsciously followed him for two steps, then stopped worriedly, and was about to return to his post, when suddenly another person slipped past him, he was startled, "Hey, wait a minute!"

"I'm not an employee in the museum, I'm going to the bathroom." Bai Shutou dropped a few words without looking back.

"Oh..." Thinking that he seemed to be with Mori Kogoro, the policeman didn't stop him.

As soon as Director Ochiai turned the corner, he stopped coughing.He walked all the way into the men's room, paused for a moment, and took out a pen from his pocket.

The pen was stained with traces of blood, and it had already dried up.

Director Ochiai walked to the toilet, looked down at the drain, and gestured with the pen, thinking that it might be clogged, so he returned to the sink, decided to rinse the pen, and threw it out the window.

It was only when his hand touched the faucet that the other hand suddenly stretched out from behind him silently, pressing firmly on his dry and old hand.

Curator Ochiai's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head suddenly. In the mirror in front of him, his slightly panicked appearance and a calm young man behind him were reflected.

"That's boring." Bai Shu looked down at the pen in his hand, "In chivalry, there are no two items of framing and evasion. If you dare to be stained with the blood of evil spirits, you should be ready to face the punishment of heaven." , Your current behavior...isn't legal. "

The old man is actually a little wittier than the original world line, but luckily he keeps an eye on it.

"..." Curator Ochiai turned the faucet hard, but it didn't turn. The young man's hand strength is not weak, much stronger than that of Shinaka who can only write wills.

He finally gave up, sighed, and tried to pull out his hand, Bai Shu also took the opportunity to relax, stepped back half a step, and the two stood facing each other in front of the mirror.

Curator Ochiai was speechless for a moment, and looked down at the pen in his hand. The slender ballpoint pen hadn't had time to rinse, and the blood on it had stained his fingers, making it a bit sticky.

　Thank you for the infinite extraordinary reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)