Coroner Coroner

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"Hmm..." Mogi Haruki understood the subtle atmosphere.

He felt that there might be something wrong with his reasoning.

But where is the problem?

The nodding responses of Lin Xinyi and others earlier proved that they had indeed been to the gas station, and they had indeed followed the advice of the gas station staff and walked that dirt road.

That being the case, then Lin Xinyi and the others should have to turn around in front of the deep mud pit as he reasoned, and go the other way!

"Eh..." Lin Xinyi scratched his head in some confusion:

"Mr. Mogi, your previous reasoning is fine."

"But we didn't turn around and turn back in front of the mud pit, but insisted on finishing the dirt road."

"What?" Motegi Haruki couldn't understand at all:

Without turning around and turning back, could it be that he took the risk of wading through the mud pit directly?

Wouldn't the body get a lot of mud in this way?

But Lin Xinyi's car body obviously only has some sporadic mud spots!

Couldn't it be that Lin Xinyi and the others drove through the mud pit and then parked in the wilderness to simply wash the car?

"Impossible." Motegi Haruki frowned:

"Mr. Lin, how did you drive through that mud pit without letting the car body get muddy?"

"this…"

"How should I put it..."

Lin Xinyi worked hard to organize the appropriate language:

"Because the mud pit was very big and deep at that time."

"Just like what you analyzed, Mr. Motegi, if you take the risk of driving through the water, it is easy to let the exhaust pipe get water."

"It's all here."

"It would be a waste of time to turn around and go the other way."

"so…"

"So?" Motegi Haruhime was a little urgent stimulated by curiosity.

"So the two of us..."

Lin Xin took a look at Mao Lilan:

"Just lifted the car over the mud pit."

Mogi Haruki: "???"

"You... What did you carry over the mud puddle?"

"car."

"car?" Haruki Mogi suspected that he had a hearing problem in Japanese, so he switched to English.

"Well, car."

"???" There seems to be a problem with English listening.

"like this."

Lin Xinyi raised the front of the car with both hands and explained it with practical actions.

"Miss Maori, come here and help me."

Mao Lilan walked to the rear of the car with some embarrassment.

Two white and tender slender arms looked down.

Click... The car broke away from gravity in an instant.

Motegi Haruki: "..."

Chapter 558 The old man's persuasion

"Mr. Lin..."

Motegi Haruki held back for a long time with a strange expression.

But in the end, he still followed the principle of being polite to others, and commented implicitly and restrainedly:

"I see it, you forensic doctors..."

"This is a unique skill."

"Where."

"It's just practicing some physical fitness."

Lin Xinyi smiled modestly, and together with Ms. Mao Li, slowly put the 1.6-ton car back on the ground.

"..." Mogi Haruki was silent again.

His IQ of less than or equal to 1 Ke made him instantly dispel the idea of continuing to compete with Lin Xinyi.

If the competition continues, he may win.

But it is not necessary.

The disadvantages of provoking such a pair of humanoid beasts who can carry his "wife" far outweigh the advantages.

"Mr. Lin, we don't know each other today."

"If what I said just now offended you, don't take it to heart."

Detective Motegi's friendliness suddenly increased.

The face can no longer see the sharp edge of peers.

There was no smell of gunpowder in the air, only the happy chuckles of both sides.

In this way, Hayashi Shinichi and Mogi Haruki had some friendly and courteous manners, and the relationship between them warmed up a lot.

Then, Motegi Haruki took the lead, followed closely by Chigen Kodai.

Lin Xinyi and the others led Caesar by the hand, carried a few survey boxes, and quickly left the parking lot and walked into the gate of the Twilight Pavilion.

Pushing the door open, you will be greeted by a luxurious and empty hall like a palace.

Although the floor, walls, and various furnishings in the hall are inevitably stained with the vicissitudes of time.

But under the shining of the bright lights, this place can more or less show the splendor of the past.

But everyone's eyes didn't bother to appreciate the view of the western mansion hall.

When their eyes entered the door, they were attracted by the large black spots stained on the entrance door:

"The spot on the door..."

"Is it blood?!"

Mao Lilan yelled out with some concern.

Under Teacher Lin's unremitting stripping...practical training, her eyesight, experience and knowledge reserve are far stronger than that of the ordinary female high school student who only knew how to dismantle telephone poles back then.

Without Conan reminding, Mao Lilan can see the true colors of these black spots at a glance:

"It's blood, and it's an old splatter of blood."

"Moreover, most of these bloodstains are in the shape of obvious long needles, very thin and extremely long—this shows that when the bloodstains were formed, the blood droplets splashed very quickly."

"This kind of splash speed cannot be achieved by the body's own blood vessel pressure."

"Generally, only when the bullet pierces through the human body at high speed can it blast blood droplets at this speed."

Mao Lilan instinctively entered overtime mode, and analyzed the blood on her own:

"That is to say..."

"Someone has been shot in this place before."

Such an answer did not surprise her.

Because Belmode told her on the road what happened in this mansion back then.

The owner of the blood on the door should be one of the many detective scholars ordered to be silenced by Renye Karasuma.

But even if she knew the inside story, the past that she restored with her own hands still made the sentimental Miss Maori sigh:

"The angle and location of the blood stains indicated that the bullet was fired downward at a 45-degree angle towards the gate."

"The dead... should have been executed when the murderer who was chasing him forced him to kneel in front of the door when he was trying to escape from the mansion, and shot him from behind, right?"

Mao Lilan's tone was somewhat heavy:

The scene is only one step away from the gate of the mansion.

Perhaps the deceased had hoped to escape until the last moment before his death?

Unfortunately, this hope was dashed after all.

He still couldn't escape from this hell.

In her heart, Mao Lilan sighed secretly for the unknown deceased, and there was a bit of sadness in her big eyes.

"What a gentle child."

A voice full of appreciation quietly came from the hall.

"Excellent observation skills, solid trace knowledge, and most importantly, the ability to feel the pain of the dead."

"You are really suitable for the job of forensic medicine, Miss Mao Lilan."

"Seeing you reminds me of my silly self back then."

It was a melodious female voice.