Everyone who returned indoors gathered in the restaurant again, simply wiping the rain off their hair and cheeks with towels.
When he learned that Tsutsuo Hiroki was actually hanged in the warehouse outside, Kotani Renzo had a look of disbelief on his face and asked hurriedly:
"Did Mr. Hammertail commit suicide?"
"Not sure yet." Ye Gengyi said.
"Not sure? Why, you are detectives, how can you even..."
Jia Gu Rensan asked half a sentence in an urgent tone, but he didn't finish his words, and then fell silent again.
"On this point, it's better to let Hattori-san explain it." When Tokatsu Ranzai spoke, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he always maintained that very annoying smile.
Hattori Heiji was naturally unhappy, but considering the current environment, he did not get angry immediately. He just glanced at the northern representative and said in a low voice:
"Because of the marks of strangulation..."
"Strangulation marks?"
Jiagu Liansan stared at him, his eyebrows seemed to be filled with thoughts.
"Hmm." Hattori Heiji nodded and continued to explain: "Usually, if it is a homicide, the direction of the strangulation marks is towards the back, but if it is hanged, due to the height difference, there will be at least a 40-degree mark. The tilt angle, unfortunately, I did not see this mark on the neck of the deceased.”
"But, if the person who strangled Mr. Tsutsumi was standing at a high place..." Kotani Renzo questioned.
Emotionally, it is not difficult to see that the old man seems unwilling to believe that Hiroo Tsuchio committed suicide.
"Yes, it is indeed possible, but Brother Heiji didn't just check that..."
Conan took over the topic:
"Most people think that as long as you wrap a rope around your neck, you can pretend to commit suicide by hanging. However, although hanging will cause breathing obstruction, the real cause of death is that the blood vessels in the neck are compressed, which prevents the brain from receiving blood supply and lungs. The oxygen provided by the body... In this case, the face of the person who died will be relatively pale, and the skin of the legs, forearms and hands will also show a cyan color due to lack of blood circulation. And the person who was directly strangled will have a pale face because the neck will There's a lot of bruising, so the skin will have a purplish-red color."
After Conan finished speaking, Kabutani Rensan was silent for several seconds, and then he lowered his voice and said slowly: "I see."
"but……"
Koshimi Nanatsuki squatted down and looked at Conan, "Little brother, you are really amazing. You even know such a thing."
"Ah, this..."
Conan panicked and quickly explained, "These are all things I learned from..."
"Snapped!"
Ye Geng reached out and slapped a certain big head, "Watch less TV in the future."
"oh……"
Don't even listen to the excuse and just beat him?
Brother Gengyi, you are really becoming more and more efficient... Conan feels aggrieved.
Watch less TV? So did you learn your knowledge about hanging from television? Oh... It should not be a TV show but a video tape, but this kind of education method is too harsh. This child is obviously very smart...
Koshimi Nanatsuki sweated. Although she saw Conan's accustomed expression, she still felt that she had to bear some responsibility for the child being beaten, so she said:
"Mr. Ye, there is no need..."
"When something has no direct interest in you and you don't understand the whole story, it's best not to do irrelevant things from the perspective of doing good for others."
Ye Gengyi interrupted with a cold voice, and Yueshui Nanatsuki was stunned. Conan looked solemnly for a second and continued:
"He has myopia at a young age, so it would be good for him to watch less TV."
Ah, this... Brother Geng is just talking about my wearing glasses... Conan's ups and downs of emotions slowly subsided.
Koshizu Nanatsuki: "..."
Sure enough, it is still very strict...
"Okay, let's get back to the subject. The TV station's plan actually caused a death, Mr. Kotani..."
Ye Gengyi brought back the topic and looked at the old man who lowered his eyes, "Should you give us an explanation?"
"No, actually I am not a staff member of Japanese TV station. I am just hired here to take care of the food of the detectives, because my original job... is that of a housekeeper..."
Kotani Renzo's expression was quite nervous. Suddenly he seemed to have thought of something and quickly took out the keychain: "By the way! We can use the radio in the warehouse to contact the outside of the island and pass on what's going on here!"
"no way……"
Hattori Heiji spread his hands helplessly, "Mr. Kotani, please calm down. Didn't we say it before? Mr. Tsuchio's body was found in the warehouse. I don't know who broke the door lock over there and smashed it." Got the radio there."
"What? The radio was..."
Jiagu Liansan's heart tightened, and it took him a long time to stabilize his body without falling directly to the ground.
"Speaking of Mr. Kotani, you should know the answers to the first round of tests, right?"
Ranya Tokijin suddenly bypassed the topic of Hiroo Tsutsuo's hanging, "I remember, Xiaosheng, you said at the beginning that after solving the puzzle, I have to write down the reasoning process on paper and hand it to you before I can be allowed to leave this place. An island…”
"No, that..."
Cold sweat broke out on the temples of Kotani Renzo, "I was just told to say this if a secret room incident occurs... When I get your answers, my employer asked me to put the answer sheet on the foot mat in the bathroom. under."
"Oh? It sounds like the mastermind behind this is hiding among us."
Shi Jinlanzai looked around at the crowd with a half-smile and said, "But have you forgotten one thing? If this is really a conspiracy against us, there is a prerequisite that cannot be ignored no matter what. The cause of Mr. Tsutsumi’s death must be homicide.”
"It doesn't matter. I'm just like you. I was just invited by the fake director to participate in the recording of 'Detective Koshien' as the representative of the high school detective South."
Koshimizu Nanatsuki weighed the wrinkled collar, "I'm a little cold now, so can you go back to the room and change clothes first? If you are worried about someone making a little trick, others can just stay in front of each other's door and talk. "
"Of course, it's okay. It's really rude to keep a lady here in wet clothes."
Baima Tan smiled and suggested to everyone: "Let's go to the second floor together."
Hey, hey, what on earth is this guy doing... Conan and Hattori Heiji stared at each other for half a month.
"I'm here to help you make ginger soup." Jiagu Rensan said.
"no……"
Hattori Heiji frowned, "You are the biggest suspect! Although it seems that you have been staying in the kitchen and never left, at that time, no one went in to confirm whether you were in there or not!"
"I didn't see him leave." Ye Geng said.
"Ah?" Hattori Heiji was startled, "Even if you say that, Saraichi-san, it's possible..."
"impossible."
Detective Bai Ma interrupted directly, facing the gaze of a certain black man, he took out his notepad, opened it, and showed the floor plan sketched with a carbon pen, "Look at this...the kitchen window is locked. If you want to To leave the cabin and go to the warehouse, you have to pass by the restaurant we are in. If you don’t believe it, you can go and confirm it.”
"Hey, when did you draw this..." Hattori Heiji was surprised.
"In the morning, after all, Mr. Ye and I arrived here half a day earlier than you."
Detective Baima explained: "To be fair, we didn't explore too carefully, but this area is only so big, so in addition to the warehouse that was still locked at the time and everyone's room, in fact, the two of us in the wooden house Visited them all.”
"That's it..."
Hattori Heiji nodded, and then decisively ran to the kitchen to check the window.
White Horse Detective: "..."
Sure enough, after being in contact with a Buddhist person like Mr. Ye for a period of time, you will develop a mental inertia. As a result, when you meet this kind of guy again, who has the same 'detective distrust' as yourself, it is suddenly difficult to adapt...
