"Wait a moment!"
Seeing that everyone had arrived at the door of the villa, Hondo Yingyou suddenly shouted at a higher volume, causing everyone to stop and look back.
oh? Are you finally ready to take the initiative to create opportunities? Just let me see your strength... Ye Geng observed without saying a word.
His plan succeeded, but Takagi Wataru, who was closest to Eiyou, was startled by this shout:
"What, what's wrong?"
"The murderer is not a jewelry robber who is over 1.8 meters tall at all!"
A trace of perseverance flashed in the eyes of Hondo Eiyou. He quickly came to Megure Shisan and Mouri Kogoro, and lowered his voice:
"You should still remember that Ms. Takami said that Mrs. Funamoto likes to look at the stars, right? So, we only need to induce her to look up, and then take the opportunity to shoot in the back. In this way, not only the traces of the wound can be explained Yes, the bullets will also fly towards the river embankment, making you unable to search at all!"
Did this guy actually discover this... Conan stopped struggling and looked at Hondo Yingyou with a complicated expression.
The height is not 1.8 meters, from bottom to top...
Mouri Kogoro's eyes lit up, he thought for a moment and said, "Could it be that the murderer is Mr. Funamoto?"
"Oh, I get it!"
Takagi came to his senses, "Only the lower locked part of the balcony glass door was broken, and that's because Mr. Funamoto's height makes it impossible to reach the upper part."
"That's not right," Megure Thirteen frowned in confusion, "Even if the method you mentioned is feasible, what about the pearls? After he killed Mrs. Funamoto on the second floor, he had no way to hide the jewelry because of his broken foot. .”
"That's why I said we should investigate it carefully," said Yingyou, "Maybe it has something to do with that well-paid commission..."
"Could it be in the vacuum cleaner?"
After the hall Yingyou shouted "Wait a minute", Ye Gengyi released his hand covering Conan's mouth. At this time, the little detective saw that the reasoning had begun, so he simply said the conclusion he had thought of.
He was also anxious, worried that Ye Geng would block his mouth again and again.
"Vacuum cleaner? Takagi..." Megure Thirteen looked at a police officer in a gray suit.
"Ahem, that..."
Takagi Wataru sweated and quickly explained, "Because Mr. Funamoto has a fracture, and the vacuum cleaner makes a loud noise when used, it is almost impossible to use it without telling Ms. Takami, so we did not check it." …”
"What a pity," Conan sighed with regret: "Uncle ran out to drink late the afternoon before yesterday, and I didn't even play the game of throwing beans."
"Spreading beans?" Bentang Yingyou frowned slightly, as if he thought of something: "Yes... the day before yesterday was Setsubun."
"Idiot! How old are you to play that kind of game and spill the beans all over the floor? Don't you have to waste time sorting them out afterwards?"
Mouri Kogoro complained halfway, but was directly looked at by his daughter. In order to maintain the majesty of the head of the family, he could only cough dryly. When the conversation changed, he said with reason and emotion:
"Ahem, I don't want to make Xiaolan work too hard. Besides, our house doesn't have carpets. If the beans roll into the corners, even if you use a vacuum cleaner..."
When he said this, he suddenly paused and looked at Memu Thirteen with a shocked expression.
The latter also responded:
"Could it be that he dismantled the pearls, threw them from the second floor to the first floor, and then asked Ms. Xiaomei to use a vacuum cleaner to suck them away together with the beans?!"
"I...I'm going to check it out."
Gao Mushe hurriedly ran into the villa.
"If there are really pearls in the vacuum cleaner, Mr. Funamoto can hire people to recycle combustible garbage even if he doesn't leave home."
Our hall Eyou suddenly regained his naive expression, scratched his head and said: "It's so dangerous. I didn't expect it to be related to Mr. Mori's investigation commission. I almost missed it..."
This kind of connection method of leading the reasoning and then pretending to be crazy is a bit like Conan's style, but is his reasoning over?
Ye Geng thought about it, preparing to find an opportunity to test it again in a slightly more radical way.
"Well……"
Could this guy be mocking us on purpose?
On the side, Mouri Kogoro and Megure Jusan choked, and after a while they said:
"Ahem, there is no evidence yet, right? Even if there are Mr. Funamoto's fingerprints on the pearl, he and the deceased are husband and wife after all. This cannot be used to identify him as the murderer."
"I'm not very clear about this, haha..."
Hondou Yingyou put his hands on his chest, stepped back, and repeated those words again: "That's why I have to stay and investigate... eh???"
Before he finished speaking, he lost his balance and fell directly backward.
"Hey, be careful!"
Mumu Thirteen could only think of shouting a reminder, but had no time to reach out and pull him, and saw Yingyou falling towards Ye Gengyi and Conan.
But...it doesn't seem to be dangerous, right?
Ye Gengyi is much taller than the main hall Yingyou, so it is naturally impossible for him to be knocked to the ground like Conan.
He put his hand on the back of the reckless young man, and without waiting for the other party to thank him, he used scolding and a certain tool as a backdrop, and said in a cold voice:
"Look at your ability. Do you think Mr. Mori is stupid?"
Maori Kogoro:"……"
Emmm... Why does this feeling of being singled out as rebuttal material sound so strange?
"Huh? I, I didn't..."
Being stared at in such a condescending manner, the main hall Yingyou was also panicked.
"No? Who taught you to reason like this?" Ye Gengyi asked.
As soon as these words came out, not only Eiyou, but also Conan, who was still surprised that Eiyu had seen through the murder method, was at a loss.
Is there anything wrong with the reasoning just now?
Could it be that Brother Gengyi hasn’t thought of the one with the murderer’s fingerprints...
Hey, such a subtle feeling.
Thinking of this, Conan hurriedly said: "Brother Gengyi, I just discovered in the kitchen..."
"Rubber gloves?"
Ye Gengyi took over the topic, ignored Conan, and continued to lecture Yingyou: "See, your cleverness is at best like that of a primary school student."
Conan: "..."
Elementary school students? ? ?
Me, am I looked down upon by Brother Gengyi?
Ye Gengyi continued: "Indeed, judging from the existing clues, it is very likely that Funamoto Tatsuhito wore that pair of rubber gloves and shot, but you can guarantee that the fingerprints inside were not detected before the arrival of Megure Police Department and others. Clean it up? There are also pearls in the vacuum cleaner..."
He paused and put Conan on the ground casually:
"Tatsuhito Funamoto can completely explain that it is just a naughty child. A poor child who brought the plot of Masked Superman into reality because of the death of his mother. Could it be that you want the Megure Police Department to take him to the interrogation room? When you were recalling the beans yesterday, did you make a mistake and leave the pearls on the ground? Or, you installed surveillance cameras in his home to prove that the person who threw the pearls on the ground was not the deceased?"
"Dead, dead?" Bentang Yingyou muttered subconsciously: "How could she deliberately leave the pearl on the ground?"
"Because you are far behind a mature detective like Mr. Maori. You always focus on the clues of the murder. Didn't you find that there was not even a wedding photo in the bedroom of the deceased?"
Ye Gengyi said: "Even if you didn't take a look inside when passing by Funamoto Tatsuhito's bedroom, you should still have some doubts about why the husband and wife have to sleep in separate rooms while the husband has a broken leg."
"Huh? That's right, I just felt like something wasn't quite right. So that's what happened..."
Mu Mu Shisan, who was in harmony with his wife, had a look of surprise on his face, and then said: "So, Brother Gengyi, you are saying that the conflict between their husband and wife may very well be the motive for the murder."
"I wasn't completely sure at first, but after I saw that Mr. Maori had the same idea as me and deliberately pretended to have found no clues in front of Funamoto Tatsuhito, I felt much more at ease," Ye Gengyi said. .
"Ah? I..." Mouri Kogoro was stunned.
"Brother Maori, it turns out that your incoherent reasoning just now was just a pretense." Mumu Shisan looked sideways, with an expression of 'I'm really impressed by you' on your face.
"Uh, haha, yes...yeah, that's what I thought. Haha." Mouri Kogoro scratched his head.
Conan, this is called anxiety...
Here it is again, this sense of déjà vu that his own tool man is being used by Brother Gengyi, and the most important thing is that he can't observe through Ye Gengyi's expression whether the other party means to say this, or whether it is true. Misunderstood something.
Moreover, in order to prevent the famous detective Mouri Kogoro from getting involved, he had to help tell the lie, and now he really wanted to know what Saradazu's plan would be if the fingerprints in the rubber gloves were really erased by Funamoto Tatsuhito in advance. How to detect this 'wife murder' case:
"Brother Gengyi, what exactly are the clues you mentioned?"
"Bank transfer records."
Ye Gengyi said, taking out his mobile phone and opening a forum page, "This is the diary written by the hired blogger. In order to prove to visitors that he was not lying, he added relevant photos to a certain diary. , as long as we follow this for verification, everything will be revealed..."
