How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police - Chapter 80

“I said, is that so? It’s simple as far as I’m concerned.”

Mouri Kogoro walked back to the center of the living room from the window, and stepped closer to the chair where Shinkai was sitting.

“I already know what the truth is!”

Seeing this scene, Conan couldn’t help covering his eyes with his hands and sighed deeply.

The case at the scene, no matter how stupid people are, can see the clues. Xinhai police officer must be innocent.

Where would a murderer stand in place with a knife after killing someone, waiting for someone to catch him!

Even if Mr. Amuro voluntarily kicked the door and entered, it would be incomprehensible!

Xinhai police officer’s statement and the situation at the scene are basically correct.

He was stunned and transported to room 3109 of this hotel after returning home from get off work. After killing Keisuke Gono in advance, the murderer stuffed the murder weapon into the hands of the unconscious Shinkai police officer, and then left the secret room in a way that they hadn’t discovered yet.

This is a very common secret room murder case.

It’s just that the person being targeted is the Shinkai police officer.

In fact, it is understandable that the Xinhai police officer is being targeted. After all, he has always been on the front line of eradicating evil and solving too many problems, so he has gotten revenge from some people…

The key points to solve this case are in three aspects. The first is to investigate how the Xinhai police officer was targeted. The second is to solve the mystery of the secret room. The third is to understand the problem of monitoring.

well!

Conan glanced at the confident Mouri Kogoro through his fingers, and frowned somewhat autistically.

If he guessed correctly, it’s time for the uncle to start again.

“Oh? Brother Maori, what did you find?”

The Mumu police department looked sideways at Mouri Kogoro, with a wholehearted look on his face.

“The murderer lurking behind is—you!”

Mouri Kogoro stretched out his hand, his arm tensed by the ill-fitting suit. His fingers pointed straight at the dark-haired youth sitting on the chair.

“New sea and sky!”

“Clam?”

Officer Sato was the first to stand in front with his arms raised, his big eyes full of anger, staring at Mouri Kogoro fiercely.

“What the **** are you talking about! Why did the police officer Xinhai come here to kill when he is idle?”

“Yes yes yes!”

Takagi nodded like garlic, and his face was full of echoed expressions.

“That is to say, such a good person as police officer Xinhai… How could he possibly kill someone.”

“Yes, yes, Xinhai police officer is super gentle every time he greets us, he must be framed by someone!”

“Did this sleeping Kogoro blow it out? He won’t judge at all!”

“That is to say, it’s too outrageous. How could the Xinhai police officer kill someone!”

The other little policemen also huddled together and whispered.

The face of Kogoro Mouri, who was constantly being criticized, gradually darkened.

It has to be said that the good reputation that Xinhaikong has painstakingly created is still somewhat useful.

Even at such a time when the evidence is conclusive, there will still be so many people ignoring the obvious evidence and speaking for him solely on the basis of their emotions.

See, that’s what day-to-day accumulation does.

Although the old man’s shell is a bit boring to wear, it is fortunately useful.

“Brother Maori, police officer Xinhai has already explained why he appeared here.”

Megumi also glanced at Kogoro Mouri with disapproval. He turned his head back again. Although he still had a straight face, his eyes had softened, and he looked at Xin Haikong quietly, as if he wanted to speak.

“Detective Maori, I’m not the murderer, I just got here.”

The black-haired youth avoided Mumu’s gaze, raised his head, with a serious expression on his face, and refuted Kogoro Mouri with a voice without a guilty conscience.

Maori Kogoro, who was questioned by many parties, was instead aroused by a rebellious mentality, and he had to fight this so-called murderer to the end.

“This house is a complete secret room, the windows are closed, and the door is also tightly closed before the guy kicks it open. When we came in, the deceased fell on the sofa, the murder weapon was in Xin Haikong’s hand, he It’s not the murderer, who else could be the murderer?”

“But it’s obvious that the real murderer put the blame on the Xinhai police officer! The Xinhai police officer was stunned!”

Takagi retorted fiercely.

“Ha! He said that he was dazed, do you believe it? Is there any evidence? Are there no basic judgments about the scene?”

Mouri Kogoro’s face flushed red.

“The situation at the scene is indeed the same as what Mr. Maori said. But if I am really the murderer, why don’t I leave the scene immediately after killing someone, and continue to stay in this place where it may be exposed?”

Shinkai retorted calmly, as if the object of discussion was not himself.

“That’s right! Officer Xinhai stopped here and waited for you to catch him? That’s outrageous!”

The little policemen around couldn’t help but speak for Xin Haikong.

“This… who knows what you’re thinking.”

Mouri Kogoro’s momentum weakened a bit.

Conan had slipped to the door of room 3109 by himself at this time, and carefully checked the door lock.

There are many ways to create a successful Chamber of Secrets. But most of these methods need to rely on door locks.

The door lock of this hotel uses a double deadbolt, the half-moon-shaped deadbolt is used for daily fixing, and the rectangular deadbolt can completely lock the room door.

The metal door lock was scribbled on the wooden door. The way Mr. Amuro opened the door violently caused the entire door lock to protrude out a small section, and the original wooden structure was cracked.

Conan stretched out his hand to examine the cracked wooden structure carefully, showing a faint smile.

He knew that this was not a secret room at all!

If it is not a secret room, it means that anyone can enter and exit smoothly.

The only problem that needs to be solved now is that monitoring. According to feedback from several police officers, the only thing that can be seen in the surveillance is the deceased Keisuke Gono walked into room 3109 at 6 o’clock in the evening, and at 7 o’clock in the evening, a young man in a white sweatshirt walked into the room.

In the surveillance camera, the young man has been consciously avoiding the camera lens, always refusing to show his true face.

There is a high probability that that guy is the real murderer. In order to completely blame the whole incident on the Xinhai police officer, he specially pretended to be a Xinhai police officer and walked in.

But the question is, how did Officer Shinhae get into the room? He is a big living person, and the floor space cannot be large.

When police officer Xinhai got off work at five o’clock, he went home normally, and the time between being kidnapped and entering this room was only a short period of time.

How did the murderer transport the Xinhai police officer into this room, and how did he successfully leave the scene without being photographed by surveillance?

Could it be that there is some unknown secret passage in the room?

If this problem is not solved, I am afraid that there is no way to help the Xinhai police officer to clear the suspicion for the time being.

“Then, how do you explain that in addition to the dead person in the surveillance video, you are the only one who has entered this room! Except for you, no one else has entered or exited this room at all. You are the only murderer! Don’t try to make it out of thin air. The murderer has cleared his suspicions!”

“I…”

Now it’s Xin Haikong’s turn to be at a loss for words.

“I haven’t seen the surveillance video, and I don’t know how the murderer did it. But I can tell you for sure that I really didn’t kill anyone.”

Such rebuttals are like sand castles that are gathered together and disperse when the wind blows.

“Furthermore, who said you were waiting in this room specifically to not leave? I think you accidentally broke the vase during the murder process, and we found it.”

After Mori Kogoro finished speaking, he turned his head to seek approval from Amuro Toru.

“This guy kicked the door open. If we hadn’t heard the sound of the broken vase outside, maybe you, the murderer, would have really escaped!”

“This…” The Mumu police department looked up at Amuro Toru, who was standing by and said nothing, trying to ask the other party. But before he could speak, Amuro Toru took the initiative to say:

“That’s right. If it wasn’t for that cracking sound, we wouldn’t be able to kick this door.”

The blond youth was expressionless, he stood with his back to the light, his purple-gray eyes were a little dim.

Conan also noticed the quarrel in the living room at this time. He wanted to take this opportunity to sneak into the surveillance room to find out what the surveillance video looked like, but he didn’t expect to be grabbed by the collar of a young policeman and dragged back to the living room.

“Children, don’t run around, it’s very dangerous, don’t you know!”

Conan smiled awkwardly, and stood there helplessly.

Uncle has been keeping an eye on the Xinhai police officer, but the Xinhai police officer is obviously not the murderer! The evidence he has now is not enough. If he takes the risk of dizzying his uncle, he may not be able to solve the problem.

The only thing about the whole thing is the surveillance video, and we have to get everyone’s attention to the investigation of the surveillance video.

His gaze fell on the blond young man standing beside him.

Mr. Amuro should be able to resolve this matter. He has such a good relationship with the Xinhai police officer, so he should be able to keep the Xinhai police officer temporarily.

“Mr. Amuro, was this what happened at the time?”

Mu Mu frowned, glanced at the door that had been kicked, turned his head and stared at Amuro Toru.

The blond young man’s face still seemed a little quiet, his purple-gray eyes fell on the black-haired young man sitting on a chair in the middle of the crowd, and he didn’t speak for a long time.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Amuro Toru, eagerly as if to ignite the air.

“Mr. Amuro?”

Seeing that the other party didn’t answer the question, Mu Mu took the initiative to ask again.

Conan couldn’t help but tug at the corner of Amuro’s clothes.

Hurry up and answer, hurry up and help Xinhai police officer clear the suspicion!

In the middle of the crowd, the black-haired youth huddled on the chair, wearing a huge black padded jacket, looking a little immature.

He raised his face, which he managed to regain a little bit of warmth, and looked at Toru Amuro with amber eyes expectantly.

“I think…”

The blond youth’s voice was a little hoarse, and there was a chill.

“It’s very likely that all this is just a lie made up by Xin Haikong.”

The black-haired youth on the chair widened his eyes in shock and opened his mouth slightly, as if he didn’t understand what he heard at all.

“What does this mean?” Officer Sato stepped forward in disbelief and asked.

“Right, that’s what I said!” Mouri Kogoro clapped his hands excitedly.

“It literally means. Whether it’s the murder weapon, blood, footprints or the content of the surveillance video, what we witnesses have seen with our own eyes, all clearly and clearly prove the fact that Xin Haikong is the murderer. Why bypass these accessible truths and believe the nonsense he deliberately made up?”

M’s mission is to kill Gono Keisuke, and Shinkai is M, and Shinkai kills Gono Keisuke.

There were no kidnappings, no real culprits hiding in the dark, and no innocent victims.

Xin Haikong is the real murderer.

During the murder, Xin Haikong accidentally broke the vase and made such a loud noise that he was aware of it.

He kicked open the door in time and witnessed the murder scene of Xin Haikong, and the stolen goods were also recovered.

This is the truth.

Keisuke Gono entered the hotel room at five o’clock in the evening. Xin Haikong was wearing the clothes on his body, carefully avoiding surveillance along the way, and also entered this room. Keisuke Gono didn’t come out, and Xin Haikong didn’t come out either. until the case happened.

If he hadn’t been at the door and kicked open the door in time, Xin Haikong would have been able to successfully kill again, and then Shi Shiran would have left the scene.

Everything after that is just a lie fabricated by Shinkai to escape punishment.

Relying on his status as a vigilante, taking advantage of others’ trust in him, stepping on the dead body and stepping on his flowery road ahead.

Won’t, won’t let this happen again.

He raised his head again, and without hesitation, he was facing Xin Haikong’s line of sight, his eyes were cold.

The black-haired young man’s face was full of disbelief, and there was a little water vapor in his amber eyes, which flickered with fine light in the light of the living room light.

His mouth opened and closed, as if he was mumbling something silently.

Until this moment, he would still hesitate because of the tears in the other’s eyes, but reason firmly grasped him and controlled his actions.

“I don’t think that the police can choose not to arrest the suspect in the presence of such witnesses and material evidence. The police department is in sight.”

·

Without further evidence, Xin Haikong was eventually brought back to the police station as a suspect.

The young police officers who used to be on the front line of anti-crime and evil were handcuffed behind their hands and held by their former colleagues into a police car.

Conan anxiously grabbed the hem of Amuro’s clothes and wanted to ask him why he was talking like this.

Even if you don’t reach out to help, what’s the point of falling into a rock? Has Mr. Amuro also become like Uncle Mori?

The blond young man pulled away the hem of his clothes with an expressionless face, and strode out of the room with the phone in his hand.

“Hey! Where are you going to sneak away alone, kid?”

Kogoro Mouri, who boasted that he had successfully solved a murder case, sat in a chair with some contentment and called Toru Amuro.

“I suddenly remembered that when I went out, I used a gas stove to make coffee, and it seemed that I forgot to turn it off.”

The youth did not look back, but answered loudly.

“Good guy, then go back quickly! If you don’t go back, be careful of gas leaks!”

After Mauri said this, he fell back on the chair again, his eyelids drooping weakly, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.

Seeing this, Conan panicked and wanted to keep up with Amuro Toru, even pretending that he didn’t hear Xiaolan’s call to stop him.

But since Maori Kogoro and Maurilan were still around, he didn’t dare to shout loudly. Can only shout like a cat meowing:

“Mr. Amuro! Mr. Amuro!”

Mr. Amuro was walking fast in front of him, as if he didn’t hear him at all.

He tried his best to chase, but unfortunately the short legs couldn’t outrun the long legs, and he was defeated in front of the closed elevator door.

What happened tonight was too magical, and he still couldn’t understand it.

He could understand that Officer Xinhai would be targeted by the murderer, but he couldn’t understand why Mr. Amuro said that.

Everyone can see what kind of person Xinhai police officer is.

On the Tokyo Tower that day, if the Shinkai police officer hadn’t rescued him, he might have died under the kidnapper’s bomb.

How could a policeman like this who put his own life and death aside and would rather risk huge risks to stay at the scene of the explosion and insist on saving the hostages kill a person for no reason?

It doesn’t make sense from the point of view of murder motive.

This is obviously a framing of the police officer Xinhai, even he can understand things, why can’t Mr. Amuro understand it?

Now that the police have all left, he alone may not be able to see the hotel’s surveillance video, so he can only find a way to find a solution after he goes home.

·

In front of the familiar security door.

The blond youth leaned down and reached out to touch the sensor he installed. The phone in my pocket vibrated quickly.

The sensor is not broken, and Xin Haikong has never returned.

Isn’t this something that has long been known?

He gritted his teeth and did what he had always wanted to do, but had never been able to do—pick the door lock.

This is an apartment that is similar in structure to my own home. A long and narrow entrance, a spacious living and dining room, an open kitchen and two master bedrooms.

One of the master bedrooms has been converted into a study, but with a sofa bed that appears to be there for guests.

It’s not the first time he has come to Xin Haikong’s apartment, in fact he has been there three times in total.

The first time was after meeting Xin Haikong in the coffee shop. After Xin Haikong went to work the next morning, he sneaked in and checked the room. He didn’t believe what anyone said, only his own eyes. Eyes cannot lie.

But after all, he was just wary of Xin Haikong at the time, and didn’t really doubt him. So the inspection is not particularly targeted.

After the first inspection did not find any problems, he let go of the last few guards against Xin Haikong.

On the next two occasions, he came to him for a showdown, and once again found monitors and bugs in his home.

At that time, he was so naive that he thought that this guy was being targeted by the people of the organization, and he was worried about others.

It’s ridiculous.

The blond young man stretched out his feet with ankle coverings and stepped into the temporary residence of the famous M.

There is a warm atmosphere in the heated living room. The warm-toned decoration makes people feel relaxed as soon as they step in.

The black cashmere coat that was taken off yesterday was scrawled on the sofa in the living room. On the coffee table in the middle is a box with a small cake, and a little dark brown liquid remains in the mug beside it.

Amuro Toru leaned in to smell it, and was sure it was just cold cocoa.

First of all, we can be sure that the love of sweets should not be pretended.

The living room still belongs to the outside world in most people’s psychological field. If you want to know a person more deeply, the study and bedroom are definitely the best entry points.

No matter how hard you pretend when you are outside, when you get home and lay down on the bed, no matter how good your acting skills are, it is difficult to persist.

The fingers in rubber gloves gently pushed open the half-closed door, and turned on the switch on the wall of the door. The soft light instantly filled the entire room, revealing the true face of the bedroom.

In the middle is a large bed that is one meter five wide, with off-white bedside tables on both sides, and a tissue box and a photo frame on the one on the right.

photo frame? Is it some kind of pretend thing?

He pinched the photo frame and took a closer look at the front of his face—

Two young brunettes stand side by side on a sandy beach background. The one at the back has curly hair and a pair of sunglasses hanging on his face. The corner of his mouth is turned down impatiently, and a hand is stretched out in front of him as if he wants to **** the mobile phone for taking pictures.

The young man in front had a big smile on his face, his amber eyes looked directly at the camera, and his free hand was blocking the interference from the rear.

Shinkai and Matsuda Jinping.

If Shinkai is M, he has been working hard to enter the Metropolitan Police Department since he was in high school ten years ago. What is Matsuda?

M’s random fun after entering the Metropolitan Police Department?

For the first time, he had the thought of destroying the scene. Instead of putting the photo frame back in place, he put the photo frame face down and buckled it upside down on the bedside table.

The bedside table was empty and strangely clean. As if it was cleaned in advance. But it is also possible that Xinhaikong itself does not like to put things in the bedside table. People like this do exist.

Except for clothes and some daily necessities, there is hardly any suspicious place in the bedroom.

Generally speaking, from the decoration style of the room and the choice of furniture, we can see the personality of the owner. However, this principle obviously does not apply here.

Whether it is the decoration style or the placement of the furniture in this room, it shows that the owner should be a very gentle, helpful and considerate young man. The open kitchen and the flowing lines from the refrigerator, the vegetable sink to the cooking table indicate that the owner should have the habit of cooking. There are many kinds of vigorous potted plants on the spacious viewing balcony of the living room, indicating that the host family should maintain a certain enthusiasm for life and enjoy every moment.

When he searched Xin Haikong’s home for the first time, he was deceived by these performances, and he was very sure that Xin Haikong was just an ordinary young man who loved life.

But there are too many flaws.

Xin Haikong doesn’t know how to cook at all, and more often likes to eat sweets alone in a dark environment.

The flowers and plants on the balcony were obviously taken care of scribbly, and the leaves were a little withered and yellow, and they were not as energetic as when he first saw them.

These flowers and plants are not raised in the new sea and air at all. Xinhaikong will not grow flowers at all!

The last time he came, he also noticed the guitar hanging on the wall of the study and the music theory books in twos and threes in the bookcase.

But Shinkai’s fingers don’t have any calluses left from playing guitar for a long time. The guitar was obviously also a temporary prop.

Whether it is the structure of the kitchen, the flowers and plants on the balcony or the guitar in the study, they are all traces of life deliberately created by Xin Haikong when it is used for camouflage. How can a member who stays in an organization that sees no light all year round really open up and love every minute of life?

The funny thing is, he really believed it at the time.