Coroner Coroner

"For more than [-] minutes, we have been hiding across the road and observing secretly."

"The front door of that villa has never been opened, and no one has been seen coming in or out from this side."

"As for the sound..."

"Because there is a road across the road, there are various noise disturbances on the road."

"We can't hear clearly, is there any sound coming from the villa?"

As a witness, Conan can play a very important role.

Under his methodical narration, Lin Xinyi quickly grasped the facts of the case.

The more timely the on-site investigation, the better. If it is later, important clues may be missed.

Therefore, Lin Xinyi didn't bother to say hello to Miss Huiyuan, who was silently watching him, so he turned around and said to Mao Lilan, who was beside him as an assistant:

"Come on, let's go into the villa now."

"Yeah." Maurilan nodded.

She didn't care about why Conan appeared here, she turned around and followed Lin Xinyi to the villa.

Conan was left behind by the two and blocked outside the courtyard gate of the villa, feeling a little uncomfortable:

He suddenly discovered that he didn't know when he started, and he was even a little bit used to this kind of soy sauce life that was left behind by Xiaolan and Lin Xinyi, and he was not even qualified to enter the crime scene.

As a former famous detective, this is undoubtedly a kind of sadness.

Conan couldn't help but sighed for his fate in life.

But at this time, Hui Yuanai quietly approached his ear, and said in a cold tone:

"Hey, Kudo, can you tell your girlfriend:"

"Tell her to keep a distance and stay away from my boyfriend."

Conan: "..."

I still want to say this!

But Xiaolan has already become Lin Xinyi's personal assistant, no matter how much this distance is maintained, it cannot be maintained very far.

It's fine to watch his girlfriend investigate the case with other men, but now he has to listen to that man's girlfriend sneering at him, telling his girlfriend to stay away from that man.

Alas... what is this called?

Conan felt aggrieved.

I saw Lin Xinyi, who had just walked into the courtyard gate of the villa, suddenly retreated with a gloomy expression.

"Why, is there anything else you want to ask me?" Conan was a little puzzled.

But Lin Xinyi squatted down beside him, and said with a serious expression:

"Who told you to whisper to my girlfriend like this?"

"I warn you, you must maintain a social distance of more than one meter when talking to her, and you must not get too close!"

Conan: "..."

It's obviously because you and my girlfriend are too close, and your girlfriend leaned over to talk to me in order to keep my girlfriend away from you!

Thinking of this complex relationship like a tongue twister, the great detective suddenly felt even more aggrieved.

..............................

After teaching Conan a lesson, Lin Xinyi quickly turned his attention back to the case itself.

He led the team to the front of the villa first, and tried to ring the doorbell.

No one answered the door.

Take a closer look at the lock on the door:

"The door is closed and there is no sign of picking the lock."

"Go to the window over there and see if the body is still in the bathroom as the informant said."

Lin Xinyi checked the door lock carefully, then turned to give instructions to his subordinates.

Several police officers walked to the courtyard on the side of the villa, and under Conan's instructions, they put their heads in front of the bathroom window:

"The corpse...the corpse is still inside!"

"Officer Lin, yes, there is a dead body in the bathroom!"

The murderer did not appear to have disposed of the body at all.

The scene in the bathroom was almost exactly the same as what Conan saw more than 20 minutes ago.

The shower head on the bathtub was still pouring water, rinsing the body below and the floor of the bathroom.

"The situation at the scene is completely indistinguishable from what Conan described."

"Did the murderer leave the villa when Conan found the body 10 minutes ago?"

Lin Xinyi secretly speculated in his heart.

At this time, several police officers who circled the villa quickly brought a new discovery:

"Manager Lin, the floor-to-ceiling glass door on the other side of the villa is broken!"

"The murderer probably broke the glass door and broke into the villa from the yard."

"Oh? Take me to see it."

Lin Xinyi walked around to the other side of the villa, and saw that the situation was indeed as those police officers said:

The floor-to-ceiling glass door was violently smashed, and large pieces of glass were scattered all over the place.

And through the glass door, you can see the living room inside:

The living room was in a mess.

The drawers of the coffee table and TV cabinet were opened roughly.

The items stored inside were randomly picked out and scattered all over the place.

This scene makes people look at it at first glance, and they can't help but make a guess:

"Is there a thief here?"

And what's even more surprising is that:

"Why is there so much water on the living room floor?"

"No, it's not just the living room... Why is there water everywhere on the floor of this villa?"

Seeing this strange scene like a flood in front of him, and Asai Naomi who was accompanying Lin Xinyi, he couldn't help being a little stunned and confused.

And when he walked carefully through the broken glass door into the villa, he realized:

It turned out that the faucet in the villa was always on.

And it wasn't just one faucet that was running, but all the faucets in the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, etc.

These faucets were all turned up to the maximum, and the sink below was also plugged.

The excess tap water overflowed the pool and flowed to the ground like water flooding a golden mountain, covering almost every floor on the first floor of the villa.

"Is this what the murderer did?"

"Why did he turn on the tap and soak the floor?"

Asai Chengshi had never seen such a scene before, so he couldn't help being a little curious.

But Mao Lilan, who is mainly in charge of trace work, has already sensed trouble from the weird scene in front of him:

"The murderer left water on the floor, probably to hide the traces."

"Yes."

Lin Xinyi echoed with a serious expression:

"This guy has a strong sense of anti-reconnaissance."

"He washed the floor with copious amounts of running water, which destroyed any blood patterns and dirt footprints that might have been on the floor."

"It's a huge hassle for our site survey work."

"And, look..."

He paused slightly, pointing to the broken glass door:

"Outside the glass door is the lawn, and outside the lawn is the rough road surface."

"You must know that it is difficult to extract footprints with complete shapes on relatively rough and uneven objects such as lawns and concrete roads."

"If the murderer entered and exited the scene through the road and lawn, it would be almost impossible for us to extract the murderer's footprints outside the house."

"And the floor inside the villa was washed by the flood, and it was extremely difficult to extract the dust footprint."

"That is to say..."

"The footprints, which are extremely important at the scene, have almost been cleaned up by the murderer."

"This..." Hearing this, everyone's eyes became a little dignified.

Especially Mao Lilan, who was in charge of trace inspection, said with some concern:

"The murderer's thoughts are so meticulous, I'm afraid it's not just footprints..."

"It is estimated that fingerprints, dander, and these inspection materials will be difficult to collect, right?"

Now that the other party knows to use flood water to clean up the footprints, they will certainly not forget the other two key traces.

And what's more troublesome is...

"There are obvious signs of flipping at the scene, and the items are definitely scattered. It looks like outsiders burglarized, robbed, and killed people after an accidental conflict with the owner."

"If this is the case, then the murderer and the deceased may have no social relationship at all."

"Then if we can't find key clues such as footprints and fingerprints...wouldn't we have no way to pin down the murderer's identity?"

Mao Lilan frowned tightly, and Asai Narumi was also thinking hard.

The atmosphere quietly became dignified.