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

It was already eight o'clock after dinner. Chi Chufeng leaned on the sofa and listened to Yuanzi and Xiaolan talking about the daily life between girls.

Conan lay next to him with snot bubbling from his nose.

Mouri Kogoro... is actually still eating curry rice.

Chi Chufeng looked at the uncle who kept chewing.

"Mr. Hiroto is so slow," Yuanzi looked up at the clock and said, "It's already been four and ten minutes."

"What's so weird about his weird dad?"

Mouri Kogoro took another bite of curry, and as he took a bite, he looked unhappily at the light cord hanging in front of his eyes on the table.

"But this one looks really unpleasant. This particularly long electric light cord is really an eyesore. I feel unappetized when I see it."

"You are already eating your third serving of curry rice, uncle," Sonoko couldn't help but say, "You have a much better appetite than me."

Mouri Kogoro looked angrily, always feeling that the light cord in front of him was mocking him: "Humph, I could eat more if it weren't for this cord."

"This rope was lengthened because of my dad." Hiroto Akashi returned to the living room, "He said he could pull it even though he is old and hunched over."

"Uncle Akashi," Conan said curiously, "I just went to deliver curry rice, why did it take me so long to come down?"

"Well," Akashi Hiroto smiled wryly, filled a plate of curry rice and sat next to him, "Because Dad said something strange, so we've been talking until now."

"Strange thing?"

"Well, when you say 'I want to die, why do I need food?', it seems that I feel that my wife and daughter-in-law have left first, and I feel very disgusting. But now he is finally feeling much better, and he has started to eat his favorite food. Curry rice, you don’t need to worry.”

"Yes, really?" Xiaolan and Yuanzi were even more frightened, and both leaned against Chi Chufeng.

Conan looked like he had dead eyes.

Conan saw a copy of "Introduction to Fishing" on the table, picked it up and asked in surprise: "Mr. Hirato, do you also like fishing?"

"Ah no," Akashi Hiroto was stunned for a moment, "This is a book my wife bought three years ago, but I have never seen her fishing. Maybe she wanted to wait until she recovered from her illness before going."

"Speaking of fishing, did you fall into the river today because of fishing?"

"That's right, haha."

Conan laughed dryly.

It was still raining outside the house, and in the deep forest, only this old villa had lights on. It seemed that no one really built a house in such a deep mountain.

According to Hiroto Akashi, it takes two to three kilometers to go to the nearest supermarket, and it's not really that close to the tennis court.

In the kitchen, Akashi Hiroto started to wash the dishes after clearing the tableware, looked at the time, and said to Xiaolan who was helping beside him: "Can I trouble you to take down my father's dinner plate?"

"Okay, no problem."

"But my father is a bit nervous, and he eats very slowly. If the light in the room is still on, he probably hasn't finished eating. Come back quietly and don't make any noise."

"Okay." Xiaolan nodded.

The pendulum of the wall clock in the living room swings back and forth, and time passes by.

Xiaolan quietly came back down the stairs. The lights upstairs were still on, so the old man probably hadn't finished eating yet.

Chi Chufeng didn’t pay much attention to work either.

Chapter 585 If you talk too much, you will be speechless.

Mouri Kogoro took Conan to the bathroom for a bath.

Chi Chufeng hugged Yuanzi and Xiaolan and leaned on the sofa.

His hands secretly moved across the two of them.

Hiroto Akashi was fiddling with his tennis racket, a little absent-mindedly.

"Tap-tat..." The pendulum clock struck, and it was ten o'clock in the evening.

"Well, no matter what, the curry rice should be finished." Xiaolan looked at the time, got up and said, "I'll go up again and put away the tableware."

"Ah," Hiroto Akashi wiped his sweat and said with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you. Normally my father should be asleep at this time, so just don't disturb him."

"Hey, Chi Chusang, it's time to go to bed~"

Yuanzi lay in Chi Chufeng's ear and said softly.

"We will go when Xiaolan comes back." Chi Chufeng smiled slightly.

"Ah!" Xiao Landi's scream suddenly came from the second floor of the wooden villa. Uncle Maori and Conan in the bathroom heard the sound, put on their clothes and ran out.

"What happened?"

In the dormitory on the second floor, Chi Chufeng stood at the door of the dimly lit room with Xiaolan in his arms, frowning and looking at the strange old man hanging on the beam by a rope.

His eyes were white, his mouth was wide open, and the blood from the corners of his mouth was still dripping, as if he had really become an old monster in the mountains.

Without noticing, someone died.

He looked at Akashi's hair and frowned slightly.

"There is still residual body temperature, but it has begun to stiffen. The time of death is about three to ten minutes."

Mouri Kogoro turned on his flashlight and looked around, then pulled the electric light cord behind the body to light up the entire bedroom.

The body was suspended in front of the lamp, with the bed below.

I ate part of the curry rice and put it aside.

On the other side there was a ladder that had fallen to the ground, and a handkerchief that seemed to be used to wipe the mouth with curry fell on the side. .

Taking advantage of Uncle Maori's call to the police, Conan came closer, covered his nose and looked into the strange old man's mouth.

The blood, mixed with saliva, seemed to flow from the gums.

We still have to wait for the police to come over to check.

But overall, this strange old man died quite strangely.

Conan subconsciously looked at the frightened Akashi Hiroto outside.

Recalling that the young man went back to the living room and said that his father had something he couldn't figure out.

Now that I think about it, it’s a bit strange. Was it designed from the beginning?

But for nearly two hours from the time he returned to the living room to the time he discovered the strange old man's body lying on the ground, Akashi Hiroto stayed in the living room with everyone.

The only person who didn't have an alibi was Uncle Maori who was taking a bath in the bathroom.

And it is also very convenient to go from the bathroom to the second floor, and you can even avoid the living room directly.

The uncle seems to be the only person who may have committed the crime?

Conan shook his head.

Impossible, this is the first time for the uncle to come here, and he doesn’t have the guts to kill anyone.

In other words, is this really a suicide case?

Amidst the sound of dripping water, several Gunma Prefecture police cars parked in front of the old house. Forensic personnel and police officers entered the house one after another, and hurried to the second floor after contacting Hiroto Akashi.

The police officer leading the team was still the rookie policeman Yamamura Cao.

"Haha, Lord Chichu, it's great to see you. I rushed over as soon as I received the alarm!"

Shancun, who had a funny fox face, excitedly found Chi Chufeng before entering the murder scene...

"As long as it is for Master Chichu, even if there is heavy rain and the mountain road is blocked, my mountain village will come over as soon as possible!!"

Chi Chufeng had a black line on his forehead.

Is there no one else in Gunma County?

It's better not to come here often.

"Ah!" Yamamura was surprised when he saw Kogoro Mori waiting for forensics personnel to collect evidence at the scene. "Even Detective Mori is here. It's really great. I brought a camera specially. This must be a suicide case."

"Please, we can't confirm it's a homicide yet."

Uncle Maoli’s eyebrows jumped.

"The deceased is the owner of the house, Akashi Yano, and the first person who discovered it was Xiaolan who came to clear the tableware."

"The first time I came, I turned on the light and went back downstairs. The second time I came, I waited in the room and turned it off. Then I discovered that the deceased who had been hanged died about 30 minutes before he was found."

Akashi Yano's body was placed on the ground by forensic investigators, and Maori Kogoro followed closely to check the condition of his mouth.

"It's strange," Conan interjected, "Why is this old man bleeding from his mouth?"

2.8 "Huh?" Yuanzi said dumbly, "What's weird? Don't people who hang themselves bleed from the corners of their mouths? There are such scenes in movies and TV."

"That's a fake place," Conan explained. "The hanged person's face will be swollen because the brain is congested, but as long as there are no wounds in the mouth, there will be no bleeding. The purpose of the TV is to let people know that the person is dead at once. That’s why we arranged it like that. Well, I heard what Brother Chichu said, hehe.”

Chi Chufeng glanced at Conan: "If you talk too much, it will really develop into acute pharyngitis. You will know you are in trouble when you lose your voice."

"Oh." Conan calmed down.

Chapter 586 is obviously suicide?

"Mr. Akashi," Chi Chufeng looked at the bleeding gums in a deep voice, "Has your father had a tooth extracted recently?"

Hiroto Akashi was in a trance because of Yamamura Cao's words. After hearing this, he came back to his senses and said: "I think I saw a dentist a few days ago, because my dad said that tooth decay is very painful and I need to go to the dentist."

"is it?"

Chi Chufeng turned on the flashlight and looked at the bleeding gums quietly without speaking.

On the other hand, Yamamura Cao next to him was still asking about the dental situation, but he didn't get any useful information.

Putting away the flashlight, Chi Chufeng stood up and looked up at the rope hanging from the beam. After a pause, his eyes turned to the electric light rope hanging next to him.

Unlike other rooms, the floor cord here is shorter, and the middle extension cord has a different knot on the floor.

This drawstring is tied with a simple dead knot, while the one in the living room is made with a fishing line knot. The drawstrings in this house are all made of fishing line, so a 29-inch fishing line knot should be the most appropriate choice.

Looking at the fishing line knot, Chi Chufeng gradually had some impressions.

It turned out to be that case.

"How could it be suicide? My colleagues and I made a big publicity, saying that we would record a mystery show."

On the side, Yamamura Cao heard Uncle Maori's inference and held the camera with annoyance and a look of frustration on his face.

"No, this is not necessarily suicide," Conan said.

"Huh?" Uncle Maoli asked, "What's wrong? Is there any doubt?"

Conan looked at the rope and said, "The light ropes in the house were all lengthened because of my uncle, right? But the ropes in this room are obviously much shorter."

"Oh, this," Akashi Hiroto explained, "This is because my dad finds this rope annoying when he gets up at night, so only the light rope in his room is shorter."

"Is that so?" Uncle Maori put away his doubtful eyes, "So you are really committing suicide?"

Yamamura Cao raised his head and then fell down again. He said in disappointment, "Yes, then everyone, please go downstairs and wait. I'll call you if anything happens."

"That's fine, it's getting late."

"Suicide?"

Conan stood next to the corpse with his hands intertwined. As the forensic personnel moved the corpse, he noticed fine marks on the wrists of the corpse.

It's like being strangled by some kind of thin line.

He grabbed the old man's arm and looked at it, his eyes slightly focused.

"It's too early to say it's suicide, Sergeant Mountain Village."

"Huh?" Uncle Maori and his party stopped.

"This is it," Yamamura Cao said in surprise, "It seems to have been tied up by something! It seems."

"It should be traces of rubber bands," Hiroto Akashi interrupted with a hint of cold sweat, "My dad likes to tie everything with rubber bands, and he always has rubber bands tied around his hands and wrists."

"Rubber bands?"

"Officer," the police officer said, "there are indeed a lot of rubber bands placed under the pillow."

"This, this is it."

Shancun was discouraged again: "This old man is really strange."