Coroner Coroner

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Outside the blockade, Conan instinctively attracted attention to the two physical evidences he just discovered.

There's no way... As a famous detective, this is almost his instinct.

Conan subconsciously wanted to sneak into the blockade to see the ballpoint pens and paper notes found at the scene, but this time the police officers of the forensics department who were in charge of protecting the scene were much more serious than before.

They mercilessly kept this little kid out of the blockade.

Conan was helpless for a while.

Fortunately, at this time, the police officer in charge of the investigation at the scene directly read the contents of the note aloud:

"'Kubada'!"

"There is a person's name written on the note, Kubota, who is Kubota?"

"Kubata is... an employee of our art museum."

An old man who was about six or 70 years old, thin, with white beard and hair, answered.

The old man is Director Ochiai, the manager of this museum.

The curator Ochiai said so about Kubota's identity, and under his guidance, all the police officers present set their sights on the middle-aged museum employee named Kubota.

"I... why is my name on the note?"

"I definitely didn't kill anyone!"

Mr. Kubota trembled under the watchful eyes of the police.

He defended himself in a cold sweat, but soon found even more evidence against him.

First of all, the mobile supplementary team responsible for adjusting the surveillance video came back to report.

Surveillance video captured the entire killing process:

The time of the incident was around 4:[-] p.m.

The murderer was wearing a full-body European knight's armor, and his face was blocked by the helmet, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

At that time, the murderer slashed the boss in the back with a sword, and then fell down because of a stumble, so he did not attack for a while.

Boss Zhenzhong, who was already seriously injured, retreated to the wall. Taking this opportunity, he used the label paper on the wall and the ballpoint pen on the table next to him to scribble on the paper as if to write something.

Then, the murderer re-launched the offensive, nailing Boss Zhenzhong to the wall with a sword.

"Since the surveillance video has proved that the note was written by Boss Zhenzhong before his death, and Mr. Kubota's name was written on the note, then..."

After figuring out these situations, the eyes of Mu Mu Police Department suddenly flashed a sharp light:

"Mr. Kubota, what are you doing around 4:[-] in the afternoon?"

"Do you have an alibi at the time of the incident?"

"I..." Kubota's expression changed for a while:

Obviously, he had no alibi.

"At that time, I was alone in the office dealing with the curator's files..."

"You have to believe me, I, I really didn't kill anyone!"

Kubota hurriedly defended himself, but those museum colleagues gave Mr. Kubota a fatal blow:

"Kubata, it's useless to cover up..."

"You secretly sold the artworks here, and it was revealed a few days ago."

"Boss Zhenzhong is asking you for huge compensation, isn't he?"

These even have motives for killing.

There is no proof of abnormality, there is a motive for killing, and his name is still written on the note left by the deceased.

This Mr. Kubota seems to have become a murderer in the eyes of everyone.

"Mr. Kubota, you should confess your crime quickly!"

"I've sent someone to search your office."

"Now pleading guilty can be counted as surrender. When we find your criminal evidence, it will be too late."

The Mumu Police Department skillfully used interrogation techniques to induce the suspect to admit his account obediently.

At the moment, Mr. Kubota was sweating profusely and his face was pale. He really looked like a guilty criminal who was worried that he would be exposed.

"No... this case will not be that simple."

"Kubata is an employee of the art museum. He can obviously avoid surveillance and commit crimes. Why does he have to put on knight armor and go under the surveillance to kill people?"

"Is it to restore that painting? Would a guy who can steal and sell art really choose such an 'artistic' way?"

Conan heard the conversations of the crowd, and soon discovered the doubts.

But now the forensics class doesn't let him see the physical evidence or watch the surveillance. Even if he has doubts in his heart, he can only stand by and watch the police investigate the case.

Like an Internet-addicted teenager who can only stand by and watch others play games, Conan is anxious and itchy now, wishing he could rush up and have a good time.

And he just held back so impatiently, it took him a while to react...

The self who had seriously reflected in his heart just now seemed to be addicted again.

"Hmm..." Conan blushed and fell silent.

He really wants to restrain his reasoning desire, but reasoning is like an instinct written in his DNA, which cannot be erased at all.

"There must be something wrong with this case."

Unknowingly, Conan began to reason again.

However, the previous reflection and introspection still played a lot of role:

In the past, Conan would just think about nothing and reason excitedly.

And now, Conan has been able to reason excitedly with such a sense of guilt:

"Deliberately choose to kill in a place with surveillance, and because of the so-called 'mistake', the deceased left a death message under the surveillance camera so smoothly."

"The murderer is likely to be someone else..."

"He must have set up some kind of 'trick', so that the name on that note became Mr. Kubota."

Although he did not have permission to see physical evidence or monitor, Conan still deduced a lot of things.

"If I were to investigate, I would be able to see through the murderer's tricks."

"But Lin Xinyi... he's only good at checking traces and corpses, but not good at dealing with such magical tricks!"

Conan thought about it, and figured out the "legality" of his shot:

Life is at stake.

If he didn't act, what if Lin Xinyi couldn't see through the murderer's trick?

Professional things should be done by professional people.

As a detective, if you see a tricky case, you must stand up.

As for quitting addiction... next time for sure.

Thinking of this, Conan prepared to muster up his courage, bypass the guards of the police, and sneak into the cordon.

He already had a bold guess in his mind.

As long as he can see the note with his own eyes, he can verify the thoughts in his heart and see through the murderer's tricks.

Only then will justice be served and good people will not be wronged.

Of course, apart from this high-sounding reason, and his addiction to reasoning...

In fact, Conan secretly wanted to surpass Lin Xinyi in reasoning.

In the past, this kind of competition was just young people's eagerness to win, and exchanges between peers.

But now, after unconsciously treating Lin Xinyi as a potential love threat, this kind of reasoning competition seems to have been endowed with richer meanings.

Thinking of this, Conan became even more motivated.

Then, right at this moment...

Just at the critical moment when he was so motivated to regard Lin Xinyi as an opponent, and wanted to use this case to show off...

Lin Xinyi suddenly sighed helplessly:

"You murderers, you always think of giving me a new trick every time."

"How good would it be to simply kill someone and run away?"

"Pretend to be smart and stay at the scene to play tricks. Do you really think that we police are for nothing?"

"It's like walking after a dung truck - looking for shit!"

"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback for a moment:

Lin Xinyi taunted the murderer so suddenly, that means...

"Officer Lin, have you already solved this case?"

"Who is the murderer?"