Conan Super Detective

"Then what is your police's point of view? You don't necessarily have to leave us here without a clue?" Kojima said dissatisfiedly.

So Dongma smiled and said, "The reason why the deceased pointed at Genta before he died was because he wanted to express that the person who beat him with an iron rod and Genta had something in common. Specifically, it was the prisoner. He's the same naughty guy like Yuanta!"

"Huh? What does naughty mean?"

"In English, there is a word specifically referring to the kind of fantasy creatures who like pranks, and at the time, what Mr. Heine wanted to say should be that word..."

"So, it's elf (elf/elf), that kind of creature that often appears in mythology and is known for pranks." Xiao Ai said to herself, "Of course, this word also means naughty. The meaning of ghosts and little guys."

"So in fact, what Mr. Heine said is not 1 (Japanese roman sound eru) at all, but elf (Japanese roman sound erufu) which is pronounced the same as 1 letter!" Bu Mei said suddenly.

"But why is it like Taijun?" Ono asked questioningly, "Although he should look naughty, Sister Takeda is more likely to use this word?"

"But actually Genta's ball hit his car at that time, so when talking about the naughty guy, Heine's first impression was Genta." Dongma explained.

"But I still don't understand this way? If it's an elf, who does Mr. Heine want to say?" Ono asked suspiciously.

So Dongma explained again: "The German Heine not only speaks moral education and Japanese, but also is proficient in English, so if you use his native language to count moral education, do you know how to say it?"

Looking at the puzzled people, Dongma explained to them one by one: "0 is Null, 1 is eins, 2 is zwei, 3 is drei, 4 is vier, 5 is fünf, 6 is sechs, 7 is sieben, 8 is acht, 9 is neun, 10 is zehn... and 11 is elf!"

When Dongma said this, everyone reacted and looked at Kojima.

"Mr. Kojima, I remember the jersey number on your back. It is the eleventh, right?" Dongma sneered and pointed to Kojima, who was still arrogant just now, but was obviously sweating in panic.

"Eleven in German and elf in English, this is what Mr. Heine wants to express. Two things spelled exactly the same!" Xiao Ai nodded and understood.

"But since he can speak Japanese, is it okay to speak Japanese directly? Why is it so troublesome?" Ono asked suspiciously.

"Because he was afraid that if the prisoner was still nearby, it might be detrimental to the little ghosts around me, so he deliberately used an expression that only those of us who knew him familiar with the three languages ​​of German, English and Japanese would know to happen, and helped us identify the murderer."

"But the evidence!" Kojima tried to make the final resistance and shouted, "If there is no evidence, I will care what kind of police officer you are from the Metropolitan Police Department. In short, I will not play with you anymore!"

"Of course I have the evidence. After all, I was the first to find the body! I saw you when you left..." Dongma said with a smile.

"So I didn't care much about this case since just now, and the inquiry you just made was just a routine inquiry."

"Haha! The flaws are exposed!" Wenyan Kojima suddenly laughed, "The person who found the body at the beginning is obviously the fat kid!"

"Oh, that seems to be true..."

Dongma pretended to just remember.

"But the question is, how did you know? At that time, listening to the horse racing broadcast with headphones on, it was impossible to hear Yuanta's call. At the same time, from your angle, you could not see the dead body and the surrounding scene of the crime. Happening!"

Dongma sneered and said, "Of course, if you can tell me which horse was the final winner in today's race, I can assume that you are not the murderer?"

Of course, he couldn't tell, so this guy who was thinking about how to escape the scene was taken back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

And Dongma came to the sixth floor and saw the new-generation idol Ai Sakaguchi, a young beauty with long hair.

After agreeing to give her more resources, this beautiful new-generation idol, in the dressing room backstage, provided Dongma with all the full set of services she could provide, and almost made her inseparable. The scene is on...

Chapter 1046 The Ring of the Left Hand's Secret Chamber Murder (1) The first more

After getting started with a youth idol, a few days later, at the invitation of a famous mystery novelist, Dong Ma and the Maori trio came to the novelist's villa.

However, it was night when Dongma Dongma arrived, and it seemed that there were not only novelists in the villa, but also several people who were obviously publishing houses.

"What a beautiful ring!"

After everyone settled down in the living room, Kogoro praised the ring that looked like the famous novelist.

"The number of diamonds on the ring is amazing! Are they all real diamonds? This is the first time I have seen this!"

"Haha! This is a diamond that I specially found someone to order to celebrate my debut in the 100th novel, and the ring on the reverse side is also engraved with '100th'!"

This 50-year-old man named Uncle Zhukou is also a very famous detective novelist. He seems to like Kogoro's praise very much. At the same time, he is very complacent about the precious ring worn on his left middle finger.

"Originally, I wanted to actually put a hundred diamonds on it, but then the whole ring would become the size of a tailor's thimble, so I gave up that idea."

At this time, the tape recorder on the table seemed to be stuck, so a man in his thirties immediately ran over to change the tape, "Sorry, Mr. Mori, Mr. Kamijou..."

Kogoro looked at the man strangely and asked, "But it's really rare to use a tape recorder these days?"

"Yes, digital products are basically used now, but I am the type of person who can't calm down without seeing the tape turning."

The writer called Dejima Kakuharu explained while changing the tape.

"Moreover, once something goes wrong with the digital format, it can become catastrophic."

"So..." Maori nodded subconsciously.

At this time, another man with a red turban on his head also said: "Actually, I am the same. Photographers in the same industry like to use digital video cameras, but I still like to use old-fashioned mechanical cameras!"

"Of course, I can't confirm the photo right away. It is indeed a small problem." The photographer Tarumizu said and took photos of Dongma and Kogoro separately.

"Okay, okay! Although I'm very embarrassed to interrupt you during your heated discussion about machinery, but the deadline for the new work of Mr. Zhukou is approaching, I am very anxious!"

The speaker was a beautiful lady with long curly hair. According to the introduction, Harue Anabuki should be the editor in charge of the writers of the publishing house.

"So don't talk about the insignificant things, hurry up and finish the business."

"Don't be so nervous, my formal conversation with the Maori detective and the Chief Inspector Kamijou will take place tomorrow." Zhuguchi interrupted his editor in charge, and at the same time continued with a smile, "Tonight, I will always I’ll cook it by myself, that’s my confident work! As for the talks, let’s wait until tomorrow and proceed in the morning sun... There should be no problem, right? Copywriter?"

Dejima nodded, indicating that there was no problem, "Today is just a meeting, it's like a rehearsal..."

Speaking of Dejima, he found a publishing house magazine from his backpack and said: "Look at this place, it specifically reads "Kamijo Touma, Morokuchi Masaki, and Mori Kogoro, the new dawn of future reasoning." title!"

Then he handed the magazine to Zhukou, "Teacher Zhukou, please have a look..."

So Zhukou watched with great interest, while Conan next to him seemed a little confused...

"What's wrong, Conan?" Xiao Lan asked strangely.

"It always feels different from the person in my imagination, because Mr. Zhukou's mystery stories are usually very detail-oriented, so I thought he would be that kind, always irritable and a little nervous. The type is right."

Conan just finished speaking, as if to confirm what he said, Zhukou suddenly furiously said: "Hey! Anabuki-kun! Is there a ruler?!"

"Well, I did carry the tape measure..." Miss Qingrong replied with an unclear face...

"Come here!" As he said, he took the tape measure in Qingrong's hand, and after measuring it on the magazine's panel, his face suddenly became even more violent.

"Why is my name one millimeter smaller than other writers! Are the people in your publishing house looking down on me?"

"It's absolutely nothing!" Qingrong denied, shaking his head in shock.

This kind of thing cannot be admitted casually. After all, sometimes the size of the title and name in a magazine usually represents the identity and importance of the writer. With the status of the mouth in the novel world, let alone one millimeter smaller than others, it is the same. Others do not show enough respect for him, and it is only natural that he will get angry.