Conan: The Mechanic

"Are you sure?" Haibara Ai asked, looking at a photocopy of the document in Qianyu's hand and another hand-painted picture by Qianyu.

"Well, although the blow marks on the face tissue are distorted due to complete mummification, based on the photos before death and the original facial tissue proportions estimated from the skull, it can still be estimated that the blow marks were in their original form. What I wrote in the auxiliary unit, the joints that can cause such tissue trauma should be like this." Qianyu nodded. "It's unbelievable, but . . . it is."

He's talking about exactly what the hand-drawing in his hand is about - the reconstructed structure of the blow marks left by the blow that cracked Henry Ito's cheekbone on his facial tissue .

"And this picture is exactly the same as the transmitted data." After flipping the video file and the hand-drawn drawing in his hand to the way he could see it and taking a look, Qianyu turned the two pieces of paper back to Ash again. Original mourning. "it's him."

On the photocopied document, there is a picture of a two-handed hand with some scattered personal data. However, unlike the general hand map, this map mainly depicts a hand map observed from the back of the hand, using different colors to express the specific depth data of each part of the finger.

"This picture is too reluctant for me, anyway..." Haibara Ai signaled to Qianyu that she could not understand such a strange picture, but directly confirmed the conclusion. "It's Gregory's hand, isn't it?"

"Well," Qianyu nodded expressionlessly. "It's like this, this is the mark directly from Gregory's fist."

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"Don't go around in circles anymore," Gregory put out Erlang's legs and looked at Yingying like this. "You think you're doing a good job, but you're too bad in this regard. You're trying to talk out of my mouth, right?"

"Ah..." Ying stuck out her tongue helplessly. "You still found it!"

"For me, he's a little trickier in this regard," Gregory said nonchalantly. "You...you're good for some people, but for me..."

"So, is there anything you want to say?" Hotaru admitted her shortcomings calmly and asked straight to the point. "But to be honest, I was very curious at the time, your reaction."

"Well," Gregory nodded. "I did worry a little bit that it was all about that punch, but now it looks like I'm overthinking it."

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"That is to say, you want to say that you believe that he was abandoned there by you and eventually died of hypothermia?" Ai Haibara was not surprised by Gregory's answer. "But if that's the case, I need to remind you - this person clearly did not die of hypothermia."

[Didn't die from hypothermia, could it be... Couldn't it be killed by my punch? 】

"What do you mean?" Gregory's tone suddenly became severe, and he walked quickly to Haibara Ai's side. "What do you mean by that!?"

[Hurry up and check it first, in case it's really me... No way? Although my punch was a heavy punch, but... when I went back to see it afterwards, there was no one there at all, indicating that he should have returned to his personal tent by himself! 】

"See for yourself." Ai Haibara gently peeled off the side of the hood of Henry Ito's winter jacket, and showed Gregory what she had just seen.

"..." Gregory's face was gloomy, but after just one glance, he showed a somewhat subtle expression, but he was also a little relieved. "This……"

A wound was clearly visible on Henry Ito's left temple.

[This wound... looks like a sharp weapon? Could it be that I didn't see him at that time because - after me, someone else attacked him? 】

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"So, what happened to you?" Ying recorded these contents. "He's your teacher. You don't have any reason to hit him like this, right?"

"Well... the reason is more complicated, mainly because you know, I was only 21 at the time, and I was still..." When Gregory said this, he snorted. "Still a little fool who buys the account of a beautiful girl like you."

"Being trapped by love, and then hitting your teacher..." Ying always felt that she was thinking something very bad. "Let's just ask, that lady...wouldn't she also be...a new woman with an open mind?"

"How can you Japanese girls be open, it's just not so closed..." When Gregory said this, he suddenly found that what he said was a little incomplete. "Oh yes, except you - you open up like a French woman. Anyway, when I went to look for her in Ms. Kamada Yoshiko's tent, I found that she had a conflict with the teacher, and the two sides were arguing. And... I went in. At that time, I happened to see the scene where the teacher violently threw her to the ground."

"Huh?" Yingying was taken aback. "I thought Mr. Ito was...a very refined and easy-going person!"

"I thought so too," Gregory snorted. "Anyway... I was in a state of harmony with her at the time, so after seeing this scene, I lost control. I called the teacher out and wanted to have a good talk with him."

"Then?"

"Then, he said it had nothing to do with me." Gregory shrugged. "Then I was very angry - because I thought he wanted to do something to Fangzi, so I slapped him in the face~www.readwn.com~ and threw him to the ground. After that I went back angrily."

"Then... what about Mr. Ito? Do you know what happened to him later?" Hotaru asked.

"I don't know. Later, I felt that it was not good for the teacher, so I was in a bad mood, and then I didn't really want to go back to see the teacher again - well, you should be able to understand what I mean, I feel a little embarrassed." When Rigory said this, he sighed. "Later, at dinner, I was worried about how to meet the teacher, but it turned out to be even worse - because he didn't show up at all."

"At that time he was already dead?" Ying speculated.

"I think, maybe," Gregory nodded. "Well...then we all went out to look for his trace, but couldn't find him. That's about it, and then it was the guide Mr. Moritomo Masao who told us that the helicopter had arrived and could wait for us for another day, but after that we had to leave, Because a dangerous blizzard is coming."

"?" Ying asked in surprise, frowning. "Wait a minute... the helicopter has arrived? Whose helicopter?"

"A local man hired by Masao Moritomo has a complicated name, I can't remember it." Gregory shook his head.

"We never knew there was still one person... We always thought that there were only five of you there..." Hotaru's expression was quite unbelievable.

"You mean the book written by Shinichi Fujimura?" Gregory shrugged. "It was a very strong Inuit woman who used to get rough with that person when he was in a bad mood and then got knocked out cleanly. Presumably because of that element, plus she wasn't important, so He also didn't include the driver's story in his memoirs."