Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan - Chapter 411

Because of the lack of a good environment for erasing evidence, it becomes more difficult to get off the guilt. But calm down and think about it, even if you don’t deal with the residual poison, you may not be traced to yourself.

Junko Fujii thought about it over and over again, and at this time, she had entered a Buddhist state of “it’s good not to be caught, if you are caught, you will be caught”.

The only fun I can find is to watch the detectives and the police try their best to crack her modus operandi, and by the way, to see how the group of people persuade the bad guys to turn back, but…

How the situation was different from what she thought.

Junko Fujii looked at the young detective next to her, and realized something with hindsight.

This person, probably maybe… not here to persuade himself to surrender?

Shiraishi feels that the current Fujii Junko is not suitable for communication.

But he still had questions to ask.

So, despite the inappropriate situation, after Junko Fujii calmed down from the strange little theater in her head, Shiraishi asked:

“Who made these props in the handicraft workshop? Is it the owner of Feitian? Or did he hire other craftsmen from outside?”

He tried to keep his tone serious, pretending to ask this to solve the case. Just now, Junko Fujii suddenly jumped out and said “surrender yourself”, which was very damaging to the atmosphere.

Junko Fujii looked at him up and down for a while, and the woman’s intuition told her that these two questions seemed to be what the detective really cared about.

…By the way, he knew the two high school students in the Reasoning Club, and he was probably preparing for the next drama by asking these questions.

It’s no wonder that the body of the missing girl is hidden in Feitian’s basement, and Feitian’s house has a pile of cash. He doesn’t look like a good person. Solving the case is equivalent to avenging Feitian. It is understandable that he is not interested in the case. of.

Junko Fujii was a little distracted, and soot fell on her skirt.

She flipped it off, not wanting to answer the question honestly: “I’ve seen reports about you on the entertainment page, aren’t you a detective? It’s not good to ask these irrelevant matters at the crime scene.”

While speaking, Junko Fujii also kept observing the detective next to him, and found that he was a little disappointed after hearing this answer.

His emotions were not obvious, but Junko Fujii was stunned when she saw it. She intuitively felt that this person would not continue to ask questions as she imagined, but that there would be another sentence like “Then forget it.” Disappointing words.

So she hurried before Shiraishi and said, “Why don’t you play a game – if you can guess the death of the boss without relying on police intelligence, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Speaking of this, remembering that some people like to play word games, she narrowed her eyes slightly and emphasized, “You know what I mean, I’m not asking you to explain the death mechanism of potassium cyanide.”

Before the results of the forensic department, it is difficult to decipher the modus operandi she has carefully thought up by relying only on reasoning.

Junko Fujii knew this in his heart.

Seeing this detective sitting beside him paddling was really boring. She still wanted to see this group of people racking their brains to break her trap.

However, the detective who didn’t move very much did not get up and leave as she thought, looking for clues.

Fujii Junko’s voice just fell, and he saw a little expression mixed with “Is this difficult?” and “There is such a good thing.”

She squeezed the cigarette’s hand for a while, suspecting that she had read it wrong.

But in the next second, I heard the other party speak: “You are using some kind of timing device that needs to be twisted with your fingers, such as the lock on the door, or… the **** of the induction cooker switch in the kitchen?”

The young detective’s question was frivolous, it didn’t even count as an interrogation, it just put forward a hypothesis.

However, Junko Fujii felt that a heavy hammer had hit his skull.

How could it be so soon…

Shiraishi didn’t care about her surprise.

It is not easy to come to a conclusion.

But if you already know the conclusion, just draw a line between the conclusion and the conditions, it is much simpler, and you can use “intuition” to prevaricate the parts that cannot be filled.

Having been in this world for so long, Shiraishi is very familiar with this:

“In addition to Mr. Feita’s desk on the second floor, there are two other desks on which are unpacked snacks and notes with the employee’s name… It’s not just Feita Hiroshi, you guys usually work here too.

“A similar effect can be achieved if you see him counting money before you leave work, and you pre-set something that he’s bound to encounter on the way and that isn’t easy to check.

“For example, sit on a pot of water on the stove and adjust the firepower. When you hear the sound of the water boiling, most people will rush to turn off the fire.

“When Hiro Hiro finished turning the switch, his thumb would get stained with the poison on the knob. He should have the habit of licking his fingers when counting money. When he gets the poison, and when he comes back and counts the money, he will eat the poison. Enter…”

bang-

Conan was too focused on eavesdropping~www.mtlnovel.com~ and stumbled on the hanger.

He held on to the hanger to stand firm, and glanced at the door secretly, feeling complicated.

After coming in for a while, Shiraishi had already deduced a complete set of hypotheses. Although it had not been verified, it sounded very reasonable. Given Shiraishi’s excellent reasoning ability in the past, Conan intuitively felt that this might be the truth.

He looked at the “secret room” that had been cracked and had no interest at all, sighed, and began to miss the days when Shiraishi fell asleep as soon as he entered the scene.

Conan made a big noise, and Shiraishi followed the noise and caught the child’s gaze.

The thoughts in Naobuji’s eyes were too complicated, and Shiraishi really didn’t understand it at first glance, so he finally nodded at Conan with a calm face, waiting for him to understand.

Conan didn’t know what he understood, and nodded solemnly.

Then Shiraishi saw him running towards a few police officers, probably to find them to check if there was any problem with the **** of the induction cooker.

When Conan left and no one came over for a short period of time, Shiraishi rolled up the magazine he had taken from the shelf, and poked Fujii Junko, who was motionless, and the cigarette **** almost scalded his hand.

She has to ask what she wants to ask before she is set on fire.

Although it is not safe to customize the desired head outside, at least it can be used as a reference. Knowing the prices in this world can make the Q version assistant have a good idea when asking for prices, and don’t let the prices fly in the sky.

…

Evidence is not easy to find, but that is not within the scope of Shiraishi’s mission.

And after being cracked, Junko Fujii’s stubbornness plummeted, and she really answered every question as she promised.

When Shiraishi went home and took a nap, when he woke up in the evening, everything that needed to be resolved had already been resolved.