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

"Well, the prisoner seems to be a big man, so he probably blocked everything." Worker.

Chapter 580 The commission was not completed?

The fat butler wiped his sweat and left the room, leaving Memu and his group behind who continued to think.

"Big, fat, quick-moving women in dresses, are there any of the guests?"

"Maybe not."

Conan did not participate in the subsequent questioning and returned to the banquet hall at the scene of the crime with the notes recording the four people in front of him.

Judging from the situation at the scene, no matter who is the prisoner, he must arrive at the scene in advance to make arrangements.

That is to say, only the few people from Qingbian and the Hoshina family who came in advance were able to do it. However, only these four people were present at the party at that time, and the other maids, chefs, and clockmakers were not present.

Regardless of the missing murder weapon, there was one thing that concerned him.

It is said that the big clock that had never had any problems failed to ring on time at 6 o'clock, and Mrs. Baokov was assassinated in such a short period of time.

Chi Chufeng and Conan walked to the balcony together.

The place where the blood was stained was between the door frame of the floor-to-ceiling window and the balcony railing. It seemed that the prisoner had re-opened the doors and windows and then crossed the balcony railing.

Conan looked carefully at the blood stains.

Strangely enough, the height of the bloodstain on the door frame happened to be about the same as the railing.

If a person covered in blood runs away, it shouldn't be a simple blood-stained scratch, it's much more messy.

This scene looks like it has been wiped by something.

That is to say, after the prisoner killed Mrs. Baoke, the pre-set mechanism was triggered to let the murder weapon leave the scene, and at the same time create the illusion that the prisoner escaped from the balcony.

This inference is more reasonable, at least more reasonable than the speculation of the Mumu Police Department.

The Mumu Police Department believes that the prisoner obtained Mrs. Bao's blood in advance and then smeared the blood here beforehand.

If it had been prepared in advance, there would have been more blood stains.

Conan stood by the railing, looked at the wellhead blocked by an iron frame directly below, and then looked up at the big clock like a bell tower directly above.

If it were to set up a mechanism, the well downstairs and the big clock would most likely be used.

Conan's eyes gradually solidified, and his whole body entered the thinking space as the big clock moved.

All the actions and words of the people beside him flashed around him.

The time in the villa seemed to go back to the time of the crime.

"That's what happened!"

Conan closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them, his eyes were much clearer.

"The murderer is indeed him."

Conan looked at the guests in the room who were waiting to be questioned, and said to Chi Chufeng with some excitement: "The prisoner didn't show his guilt from the beginning."

He suddenly thought of something and said to Chi Chufeng in surprise: "Now that the lady is dead, the commission can't be considered unfulfilled."

Chi Chufeng smiled and said nothing.

On the other side, Mu Mu was still frowning, and as time passed, the guests also asked questions one after another.

Most of the people at the scene were far away from the victim, Mrs. Baokou, and not many were close to the balcony. Moreover, the testimonies were all similar, and in the end, there was no prisoner who fit the characteristics.

It was late at night, and the police had to give everyone a result.

"Well, the rain has stopped," Mumu looked out the window and said helplessly, "Did Master Chichu still not tell who the murderer was?"

In the banquet hall, all the guests were waiting for the results of the police investigation. They were obviously quite sleepy, and they were not very willing to stay at the scene of the crime.

"Well, after everyone's investigation, no one secretly hid the murder weapon, and no one had a lot of blood on their bodies... So, let everyone go back today, and then we need to record I will inform everyone after the confession,”

After Mumu finished speaking, he looked at the time on his watch, "It's almost 1 o'clock..."

"Snapped!"

The lights in the hall suddenly went out and plunged into darkness, and Meng Mu looked stunned when he raised his wrist.

Before he could ask any questions, he saw the butler pushing a cake cart with candles over.

"What's going on?" Mu Mu asked in surprise, "Is anyone else celebrating their birthday? At this time..."

"Okay, the police department," Takagi continued to check his watch by candlelight, "after I send out the signal, blow out the candles like the victim."

"Huh?" Megumi's eyes widened, "What? Takagi, you..."

"Master Chichu asked me to do this. Now, 3, 2, 1... that's it!"

"call!"

Takagi sent a signal to the watch, and the dumbfounded Mumu didn't care to think about it. He bent down like a conditioned reflex, puffed up his cheeks and blew out all the candles in one go, and the venue fell into darkness again.

"and then?"

Mu Mu straightened up 2.8 and looked around the silence in confusion. While he was wondering, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of his head.

"Boom!"

"Who?!" Mu Mu turned his head and vaguely saw the black shadow of a stick, and suddenly said angrily, "Who hit me on the head with a stick just now?!"

"call--!"

With the ringing of the big bell, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the direction of the balcony snapped open, and the cold wind whizzed past.

Mu Mu lowered his face and asked, "What's going on with this arrangement? It's useless even if I open the window and pretend to escape outside, because I have already seen the stick that hit me. Who is holding the stick now?"

Chapter 581 I just hit you

The light was turned on, and before Muguro pressed Takagi, who was sweating profusely, Conan stood up and said, "I'm sorry, Officer Megure, I hit you just now."

"Huh?" Mu Mu exclaimed and looked down at Conan, "What are you talking about, Conan, you didn't hold a stick!"

He can admit to hitting someone so confidently, this kid really knows how to joke.

"Officer Mumu," Chi Chufeng walked into the room from the balcony and explained to Mumu for Conan, "it is indeed Conan, but the stick has flown outside now. To be precise, it is not a stick, but It’s an umbrella.”

"Umbrella?" The Mumu Police Department was confused.

"That's right, just like when the incident happened, the experiment was very successful."

Conan said excitedly: "First prepare a long rope, tie a heavy object in the middle, tie an easy-to-slip slip knot on one end of the rope, hang the slip knot on the tip of the hour hand of the big clock outside, and cross the tied heavy object over the balcony The handrail hangs down, and the other end is pulled into the room through the window crack."

"When the lights are turned off in order to blow out the candles, tie the drawn rope to the handle of the umbrella. When the candle is blown out, hit the police officer with the umbrella, and then the umbrella will be pulled out due to a heavy object falling. so."

"But will this work? Although I didn't see it just now, someone will definitely find the rope on the balcony at the birthday party." Mu Mu touched his head depressedly.

Even so, there is no need to hit him on the head, right?

"Of course, in fact, the prisoner should have used something like fishing line that is relatively difficult to detect," Conan glanced at the bearded people.

"The big clock outside is just above the balcony. There is a ring-shaped notch on the hour hand. When you go straight down to 6 o'clock, the string tied to it will soon fall off.

"As for the murder weapon and the heavy object, the reason why they couldn't find it should be that they fell directly into the well below. It's easy to do by extending the rope."

"So," Mu Mu said suspiciously, "where is the blood stain? The criminal stabbed the victim in the chest. He couldn't immediately turn behind the victim to control the victim after stabbing, and use the force of the falling weight to pull out the murder weapon, right? What if he just stabbed the victim? On the victim’s chest, it makes sense because there is a necklace painted with fluorescent paint on the chest, but it is impossible to move flexibly in the dark. Besides..."

"No, it's impossible for the murderer to use a heavy object to pull out the murder weapon. If he carries a heavy object that is too big, it will be easily discovered, so the prisoner pulled out the murder weapon with his own hands. The reason why there was no blood all over his body is because..."

Conan's eyes fell on the bearded Qingbian Dingwu.

"Before revealing the cause, we can first figure out who the killer is."

"Can we know directly?" Mu Mu was stunned.

"Yes, the key is the blood stains," Conan explained. "Only Mr. Qingbian was stained with blood. They were Mr. Qingbian who was close to the hands and cuffs of the fallen victim after the incident, and Mr. Zhou who had his arms wiped with blood. Miss, old man Gu Yuan has blood splattered on his shoulder."

"The old man was standing next to the lady. It's not surprising that there were blood stains. The blood on Miss Zhou Fang's arm was probably rubbed by the murder weapon when it flew to the balcony. Then, I would like to ask Mr. Qingbian how to get close to the lady to leave such a Bloodstains.”

Conan quietly looked at Qingbian Dingwu's trembling hands.

"Did you press your hands and cuffs directly on Madam's bleeding chest? Even so, how could your clothes and pants not be stained with a little blood? It's strange that you didn't step on the blood with such a large amount of bleeding."

"So there is only one reason. The reason why your hands are stained with blood is because you directly took the murder weapon!"

"What?" Mu Mu said in shock, "Mr. Qingbian is the murderer?! What is the murder weapon?"

"Didn't I just say that? It's an umbrella, but he uses a folding umbrella, which can be hidden in his arms to commit crimes more conveniently without being discovered."

Conan made his final reasoning.

"This can be guessed from their testimonies. Big, fat, fast, and cloth friction are actually murder weapons. They were so big that they helped Mr. Butler block the splattered blood because 817 The umbrella was opened, and the prisoner also avoided the blood stains in this way."

"I think it should be that a sharp weapon was installed on the tip of the umbrella, and then he stabbed Madam with the umbrella. I folded the umbrella, and probably used something like a rubber band around my wrist to save time."

Conan walked past the trembling beard and said, "To be able to do this, you must be very familiar with this place. As the designer of this villa, you can know how long the rope is needed without even testing it, and you can listen to it." You said you asked your wife to borrow your pocket watch during the party and it was easy to set it forward a few seconds to create the time to commit the crime.

"Before I took the initiative to help cooperate with the investigation, the real reason was probably that it was raining outside again, so it would be difficult to leave, right? Can you tell me, where is your umbrella?"

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Chapter 582: Someone gave you a villa?

Qingbian Dingwu lowered his head and said: "When Master Chichu arrived, I knew there would be such a result, but there was no way. I waited for a rainy day to avoid being seen by others for my arrangement. I can’t help but do it.”

Qingbei Dingwu was taken away by the police.

The butler came over with a grateful look on his face.

"Lord Chichu, thank you so much. If it weren't for your arrangement, my wife would have been killed."

"Huh?" Conan and the Memu Police Department were stunned.

"Where is your wife?" Chi Chufeng asked.

"My wife was frightened and a little dizzy. She is looking for a doctor."

Chi Chufeng nodded.

Mumu Police Department asked: "Lord Chichu, this is..."

Chi Chufeng smiled and snapped his fingers.

The bloody corpse on the ground disappeared instantly.

"This is an illusion I created using onmyoji, so...it's just an attempted murder."

Both the Memu Police Department and Conan were dumbfounded.

Conan felt like crying again.

What have I been busy with?

Reasoning about loneliness.

In Qianjian Mountain, Chi Chufeng's luxury car was parked in front of an exquisite two-story villa.

Although the villa is not particularly large, it has a sense of hierarchy.

Not far away is a lake with traceless blue waves. The surrounding green trees and red leaves look like an oil painting, clean and fresh.

Chi Chufeng got out of the car and fell in love with the villa in front of him at first sight. It had a black-green roof, white brick and wood courtyard walls, an independent viewing balcony and floor-to-ceiling windows with a wide view.

It looks like it would be suitable as a holiday cabin, and it has enough space for a number of people.

Standing on the viewing balcony, you can have a panoramic view of the charming mountains and rivers, and you can also see several other villas with similar styles. If you live here, you don’t have to worry about being deserted.

This villa was a gift to Chichufeng from a wealthy client.

Chi Chufeng looked at a tennis court not far away, which seemed to be called Karuizawa Tennis Court.

He decided to go there for a walk.

Whoa!

Suddenly it started to rain.

Outside the Karuizawa tennis court, Chi Chufeng held an umbrella

A young man holding an umbrella passed by.

Wearing sportswear, he is about 30 years old, with his hair tied back and a stubble on his chin. He looks like a mature man, but he seems to have something on his mind.