I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 613 Smelly brat, don't be a fool!

"Sure enough."

Hearing this, the young police officer was not surprised. From the very beginning when he saw Uncle Maori in that posture, he realized that this case was not simple.

But he clearly remembered that Uncle Maori was in his field of vision from the beginning to the end, and he never left to find clues.

In other words, can Uncle Maori deduce the truth just by standing here?

Or is it that Uncle Maori has a helper?
Thinking of this, the police officer glanced at Guangyou who was standing beside him: "This kid seems to have helped a lot. He should be the helper sent by Mr. Maori, he looks like the Baker Street squad."

"Is Mr. Maori already training successors?"

"The detective starts with the doll?"

He thought a lot, but the thousands of words finally merged into one sentence: "It's really Mr. Maori. If I have half of his abilities. No, if I have one-third of his abilities, I should be able to be promoted."

Sensing the gaze looking at him, Guangyou slowly turned his head, glanced at the police officer, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but swear: "What's going on with this police officer? Mr. Mao feels that he has made up a lot of brains. "

In him, Guangyou found doubts, envy, admiration and other emotions in turn.

And Guangyou's sixth sense told him that the police officer envied him.

This made him very confused, what was there for him to envy.

I'm afraid this product has cat cakes.

Admiration is nothing but admiration, but the police officer didn't forget the business, and asked quickly: "Mr. Mao Li, according to you, who is the murderer?"

"The prisoner is the one who knows that Mr. Hirai is going to repair the handrail on the observation deck."

Seeing the increasingly flustered expression on Kondo's face, Conan continued, "Besides, the prisoner's figure is similar to that of Mr. Hirai, and he is also wearing the same uniform as Mr. Hirai, that is to say."

The identity of the prisoner has not been clearly stated, but everyone present basically guessed who the murderer is.

The person who guessed the murderer slowly turned his head to Kondo, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"The only one who meets these conditions is Mr. Kondo who is present." Conan retracted his gaze from Kondo, and snorted coldly, "Yes, the murderer of this murder case is you, Mr. Eiichiro Kondo!"

After contacting the news before and after, the police officer had some understanding, but because he was not sure, he had to ask: "Mr. Mori, what do you mean to say that Mr. Kondo first pushed Mr. Hirai off the cliff, and then waited for you guys to get to the observation deck?" What did you jump into that tree for?"

"That's not the case." Conan paused for a moment, turned his head to glance at Guangyou, and then said, "Guangyou, tell this police officer why."

Guangyou who had just recovered from God was stunned again, it was him again?

What does this have to do with him, and to be honest, he really hasn't considered this issue.

Just now he thought about three questions: whether this case is a murder case, what is the evidence, and who is the suspect.

But it's not impossible to answer, and the question is not difficult, the key word is "time".

Guangyou, who was preparing to continue the performance with Conan, was about to answer when Xiao Ai whispered to him: "Time, the time of death is different from the time of falling off a cliff."

Seeing Guangyou standing still, Xiao Ai thought he couldn't answer, so she reminded him.

Regarding Xiao Ai's kind reminder, Guangyou didn't explain that he knew it long ago, but simply nodded to show that he already understood.

"Mr. Police Officer, there is a fatal loophole in the method you mentioned." Guangyou looked in the direction of the wooden house and continued to explain, "That is time."

The police officer was a little puzzled, and murmured these two words repeatedly: "Time?"

At this moment, the voice of "Uncle Mao Li" sounded again: "Guangyou, you brat, don't play tricks, do I usually only teach you tricks?"

"Damn it. Are you still calling me a stinky brat?" Guangyou was expressionless, but the veins on his forehead were bulging. After calming down a little, he pretended to apologize, "I'm sorry, I'll tell you right away."

When he heard this sentence, Conan felt that every cell in his body was emitting a "cool" signal.

It's like drinking iced Coke in the dog days and eating hot pot in severe cold weather.

"Why didn't I think of this method before." Conan didn't expect his whim to bring him such great pleasure.

Originally, he thought that he could increase his efforts in the future, but after careful consideration, Conan decided to give up directly in the future.

If Guangyou really pissed off, it would be more than just feeding dog food.

Conan felt a little pity at the thought of giving up, as this was a rare opportunity for him to tease Guangyou.

Guangyou didn't know about his psychological activities. At this time, Guangyou wanted to end the case quickly and settle the score with Conan.

"We came here this time just to enjoy the scenery, and the time to arrive at the observation deck is not fixed, which will cause a big error in the time when Mr. Kondo jumped and Mr. Hirai actually fell."

After calming down, Guangyou continued to explain: "As long as the autopsy is performed and the time of death is determined, there will be huge loopholes in this plan, which will lead to failure."

"I see." The police officer looked at Guangyou with burning eyes, nodded, and said to himself, "Is this the child raised by Mr. Mao Li?"

"Letting him answer my question should be out of cultivation, right? It's really well-intentioned!"

"It looks like a primary school student, but he thinks so thoughtfully, as expected of Mr. Maori!"

After this problem was solved, the officer asked the next question: "How did he do it?"

At this time, Guangyou glanced in the direction of the wooden house.

He swore that if Conan still called him this time, as soon as the case was over, he would go to Conan to have a good chat about life and ideals in a civilized way.

Fortunately, Conan has mastered that speed, and this time it is he who reasoned: "It is enough to use the tree, as long as Mr. Kondo jumps from the observation deck first, put Mr. Hirai on the tree, and he will climb down the tree after he climbs safely. Push Hirai-san down."

"So that's the case. In this case, there is indeed no error in time."

Anyone who can be a policeman would not be too stupid. After hearing this explanation, he also understood the general approach. He turned his head, stared at Kondo fiercely, and shouted sharply, "I never thought you would be so unscrupulous in order to kill someone."

"Isn't it too dangerous to jump off the cliff from the lookout?"

Even he has to admit that Kondo's courage is really great.

If there is any mistake in jumping, that person will die immediately.

"Wrong, he is very safe." Conan explained, "Guangyou told me that he found a climbing nail on the cliff between the observation deck and the platform. It is estimated that Mr. Kondo should have installed it last night or this morning. climbing spikes?"

"As long as one end of the rope is tied to yourself and the other end is tied to the climbing spikes, there is no danger in jumping down."

"When Mr. Kondo saw us tourists this morning, he urged Mr. Hirai to repair the handrail. After sending us to the hiking trail, he took a shortcut and ran straight up the mountain."

"Then, he ambush and killed Mr. Hirai, and then put Mr. Hirai on the tree. When we got to the lookout, he jumped down according to the method I said, and pushed Mr. Hirai off the cliff."

"In the end, he took a shortcut back to the cabin and waited for us to go to the police, so his alibi was completed."

The words paused for a while, as if to give a few people a chance to digest the information,
After waiting for a while, Conan continued. This time he raised his voice and snorted coldly: "Mr. Kondo, am I right?"

(End of this chapter)