Ke Xue: I know magic and I want to destroy the world

Mrs. Baokou didn't seem to pay much attention to the notice letter. It was like a jewelry display, constantly showing off her own decorations to the guests.

"The silver pocket watch before was already very beautiful, but this gold pocket watch seems to be more suitable for a lady!" A female guest exclaimed.

"Haha," Mrs. Baokow smiled at the flattering female guest, "This is a unique one specially customized by a Swiss watchmaker..."

"Humph."

An old man with a white beard and a bald head on crutches passed by and said: "After being replaced because of the owner's whim, the previous watch was gradually rusting in the drawer. It's really pitiful."

"You don't need to worry about this," Mrs. Baokou glanced at the old man, "That watch is no longer with me. Of course, the broken ?[-] watch must be thrown away."

At this time, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out.

Conan's expression changed drastically as he had been paying attention to Mrs. Baokou.

But before any action was taken, the butler entered the venue pushing the birthday cake with candles on it.

Just before 6 o'clock, the song "Happy Birthday" was played.

Mrs. Baokou walked to the cake amidst the applause of everyone, opened her pocket watch to check the time, and happily blew out the candles in one breath like a young girl.

But the most important villa bells did not ring at the same time, and Madam Baoke's expression changed instantly.

"What's going on?! The bell..."

"Ugh~!"

In the darkness, the woman's pupils dilated in horror.

who is it? !

Baokejia Villa, the scene of the banquet hall on the second floor.

"It turns out that after the candles on the birthday cake were blown out and the room became dark, the owner of this mansion, Ms. Hoshina, was stabbed in the chest with a murder weapon."

After the forensic officers finished collecting evidence, Mumu squatted next to the body of the hostess lying beside the cake dining cart.

You can see a large pool of blood flowing out of his chest, and the front of his body is also covered with splatter-like blood stains. There is a blank space in the middle, as if the blood stains have been blocked.

After a pause, he turned his eyes to the balcony with the open French windows at the back.

"??A few seconds before the lights came on again, the murderer took the murder weapon and escaped from the inner courtyard through the balcony over there..."

"The key is the blood splattered on the ground in front of the lady. The blood stain was interrupted in the front. This is evidence that someone was standing here when the murder weapon was pulled out and was spattered with blood. However, among the guests at the scene, although some people were spattered with blood, A little bit of blood, but no one covered in blood."

Conan looked around the scene and reasoned.

"There are also blood stains on the window frame and balcony railing, so the prisoner with blood splattered all over must have escaped through that window."

Mumu said speechlessly, "You said it yourself, it was raining until the evening, and the ground was soaked. If you jump from the second floor balcony to escape, the prisoner will leave footprints, right? But look below, in the yard Nothing at all."

"That's true..." Conan frowned slightly, "It started to rain again. The weather forecast clearly said that the rain will stop by the evening."

Chi Chufeng put his hands in his pockets, stood by the balcony and watched silently for a while before returning to the hall.

He is very laid back.

Conan was thinking nervously.

The situation at the party can be roughly reconstructed. The problem is how the murderer disappeared and the murder weapon.

Another thing I care about is the threatening letters that have been sent for several years in a row.

Nothing happened in the previous few years, but this time a murder occurred when they came here.

Then there was the accident that happened here 4 years ago.

The deceased was a watchmaker and it happened to be the day of his birthday party.

Chapter 578: This wife is really a failure

"Humph," the bald old man leaned on a cane and looked at Mrs. Baokow's body.

"It's natural for ghosts to kill people. The clockmaker didn't die because of an accident at all, but was killed! By this cold-blooded woman who thought she could control time and thought she was a god!"

"Huh?" Memu returned to the room and asked, "What on earth is going on?"

The old man glanced at Mu Mu and said in a deep voice: "It was a very stormy weather at that time. The watchmaker brought a safety rope to repair the dial of the big clock outside. As a result, it was blown off by a strong wind and fell into the yard below the big clock. In the well."

"Sounds like an accident of negligence, yes, but if this woman hadn't started her birthday party right away and found someone right away, maybe everything would have been fine."

"Did someone disappear when the party started?" Mu Mu asked in surprise.

"Yes," a man with a Chinese character and a beard holding a pipe answered, "In the end, the watchmaker was drowned by the water in the well during the party. When his body was found, it was already breakfast the next day. , if I had postponed the party and went to find it immediately..."

"Everyone was so busy after the party started, there was no time to find people."

"It seems that the person who hated the victim the most was the deceased watchmaker."

Mu Mu and others felt a little frightened when they heard this, and they all looked at Chi Chufeng who was thinking about it.

Chi Chufeng smiled and said nothing.

Conan was not affected by the words of the old man and his group. He just wrote down the more objective parts of the words and spent the rest of the time looking for clues on the scene.

This kind of crime committed in public is also done in the dark, so it is impossible not to leave traces. Apart from the bloodstains, it is worth considering the method used by the criminal to stab the hostess in the chest in the dark.

Moreover, in this case, it was obvious that the murderer was the birthday party guests at the scene, who just pretended to escape and hid in the crowd from beginning to end.

Because although there were voices heard in the darkness, no one saw the prisoner escape from the balcony with his own eyes, only the floor-to-ceiling windows were opened.

The only doubts were the way the murderer handled the murder weapon and how there was no blood spatter on his body.

"It's fluorescent paint," Conan said suddenly.

He came to the victim's body, covered the light above the necklace with his hand and said: "The necklace on the victim's neck was painted with fluorescent paint. It will glow when the light is dark. This is probably how the prisoner found his position. Someone touched this necklace. ?"

"Huh?" the butler replied in a nagging voice, "There were many, many people. Everyone seemed to have touched it during the party, because this birthday party was also a showcase for the new jewelry my wife bought."

"That's right. She proudly took out the gold pocket watch and touched it for me. Doesn't this make everyone suspect?"

"Of course." Chi Chufeng smiled and said to all the guests who were talking about it: "The prisoner is among these people at the scene."

The bald old man looked at Chi Chufeng and frowned, and the others didn't look very good either.

But none of them dared to say anything.

They all heard the name of Onmyoji.

"Isn't there still blood on the balcony? And I did feel someone rushing towards the balcony."

"It just looks like someone escaped through the balcony. Feelings can be deceiving."

Conan turned to Memu and said, "Police department, let's interrogate the guests first and search their belongings by the way."

Mumu nodded cautiously and said, "That's all we can do for now. What pierced the victim's heart was a long, sharp weapon similar to an ice pick. If the prisoner didn't escape, there was a high possibility that it was hidden on his body."

"Wait a minute," the bald old man interrupted, "What about the blood stain? According to what you said, shouldn't the prisoner be covered in blood?"

"That's right," the female guest next to him said, "We don't plan to accept interrogation and body searches if we don't solve this problem first!"

"There is obviously nothing to doubt, so it's rude to investigate like this?"

The guests were all in a commotion, they were all respectable people, they were quite repulsed by the police investigation, and they demanded to go home after making a lot of noise.

Conan watched all this quietly.

With so many guests who came to the birthday party, no one seemed to be sad because of Mrs. Baoke's death. This lady is really a failure.

No wonder the murderer was invited to the party.

Who is the murderer?

Police Officer Mumu glanced at the guests who were in a hurry to leave. Before he could stop them, a man with a beard and a pipe smoking next to him stopped everyone.

"Everyone, please wait a moment!" The pipe-smoking man persuaded, "Don't you understand? Now a person has been killed. Today everyone is here to celebrate her birthday. If the prisoner is still among us, why not assist the police in the investigation?" Should we do it?"

Although there were some twists and turns in the process, the guest stayed in the end, maybe for the sake of face, or maybe really to protect his wife.

Chapter 579: Elastic and Soft Body

"Lord Chichu, what do you think?" Police Department Mumu asked, looking at the pipe-smoking men who were first taken outside for questioning.

"These people were with the victim when the crime happened, right?"

Chi Chufeng followed him out of the banquet hall.

The most suspect ones are the four people who were with Mr. Baokov at the time.

The butler, the pipe-smoking man, the old man and a female guest -.

Except for the housekeeper, the other three people also arrived at Baoke's house early, and they were much more familiar with Mrs. Baoke than the other guests.

"Let's hear their testimony first."

No matter what the reason is, no matter how unpleasant the character of the victim, Mrs. Paul, is, the murder is a serious matter.

No matter what, it is impossible for a watchmaker who died four years ago to become the murderer.

"That's true," a bearded man in the temporary interrogation room said calmly as he swallowed.

"Of course there is a reason why I asked everyone to stay, because I don't want my friend who has been playing with me since childhood, the ghost of the clockmaker, to be treated as a prisoner."

"Well," Mumu groaned, looking at Qingbian's hands and said, "Your hands and cuffs are stained with blood."

"This, it was stained when I rushed to the fallen lady's side," Qing Bian spread his hands and explained, "Besides, there is no blood on other parts of my body, right?"

"That's true, but did you notice anything when the crime occurred?" Mu Mu continued to ask.

"In this way," Qingqing stroked his chin beard and thought for a while, "I seem to hear the sound of cloth rubbing. The prisoner may be a woman wearing a dress, but I don't know if she is holding a long and sharp weapon or something. .”

"Your pipe, can we examine it?"

"of course can."

Conan had been watching from the side as Memu interrogated each one, writing down the information about the most suspicious bearded men in his notebook.

Light Bian Dingwu, 45 years old, a bearded man, was the architect who designed the Hoshina mansion, and was also a childhood friend of the dead watchmaker.

Zhou Fangzhiqiu, 39 years old, the female guest who flattered Mrs. Baoke was the female interior designer who was in charge of the interior decoration of Baoke's house, and she was also the watchmaker's sister.

Tomosaku Gugaki, 64 years old, a bald-headed, white-bearded old man, is a watchmaker who made a big clock like a clock tower. Since the watchmaker passed away 4 years ago, he has come to check the big clock every year, and he is an old friend of the clockmaker.

What is more interesting is that almost all three of them are related to the watchmaker who died 3 years ago.

"After stabbing Mrs. to death, the prisoner escaped from my left side very quickly," female designer Zhou Fangzhiqiu said, showing her left arm. There's blood, right?"

"By the way," Officer Takagi looked at the blood stains and turned his attention to the female stylist's hair and asked, "Who is that hairpin in your hair?"

"It's the hairpin my brother bought for me before!"

The female designer angrily took out the hairpin and handed it to Takagi, "If you doubt me and want to check it, just check it, but remember to return it to me later!!"

Afterwards, the bald old man who was under investigation readily handed over his crutches: "It doesn't matter how you check, it's just my crutches, and there's nothing wrong with it."

"It looks like it should."

Mumu looked around with his crutch and asked the old man: "There is a little blood on your right shoulder."

"That woman seems to have been assassinated on my right side." The old man sat across from Mumu with his arms crossed, and said angrily, "If the crutch is okay, can you return it to me? It was given to me by the watchmaker I just mentioned 10 years ago." Give me, it's been a while."

"Well, we still need to do a blood test. Do you have any impressions about the prisoner?"

"Although it has nothing to do with me, I think the prisoner must be a very fat guy. Before the woman screamed, I was hit by a very elastic and soft body."

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Conan frowned, listening to the testimony.

In this case, even the prisoner would not completely lie.

The three testimonies all have subjective judgments, but they are not without reference value. Reasoning and judging information clues is also one of the work of detectives.

The fourth person to enter the room was the fat butler Qingmei Yuedao, who was quite suspicious because of his fat body.

"Mr. Qingmei, your fingerprints were detected on the knife on the side of the cake."

"Of course, after Madam blows out the candles, it's my butler's job to cut the cake!" the butler said angrily.

"Uncle Housekeeper," Conan interjected and asked, "Why didn't the lights turn on immediately after the candles were blown out?"

"Because I didn't wait for Madam's signal," the fat housekeeper said blankly, "I used to blow out the candles and then ring the bell at 6pm. After the bells finished, Madam would snap her fingers and ask me to turn on the light. , but this time the big bell didn’t ring immediately.”

"By the way," Conan stared at the butler suspiciously, "You are obviously right next to Madam, but there is no blood spatter at all!"