Conan Super Detective

"Eh? Mr. Bupu was murdered? Didn't you mean suicide?!" This tall, but loyal and honest middle-aged man was looking at everyone with surprise.

He is the owner of this room, Asio Mutsuo.

"Indeed, but we must also investigate the possibility of homicide." Ono explained ambiguously.

"However, why did you know so soon?" Miwako asked suspiciously.

"Because Ms. Mingba posted a message on the online blog that'Reaper' shot and committed suicide in the elevator of our apartment... Oh, Reaper is the nickname that Ms. Mingba gave to Mr. Buura." Mutsu explained.

"That's it..." Although Miwako was dissatisfied, but there was no reason to stop others from posting blogs, so he asked: "Can we go in and have a look?" 07

"Of course, if you need it." Mutsu immediately nodded in a panic.

Then everyone went through the hallway and corridor to the living room inside.

"By the way, what occupation are you in?" Ono asked suddenly.

"I am an employee of a company responsible for the maintenance and repair of buildings. For example, maintenance of internal telephones, mailboxes, and home appliances are all within our business scope." Mutsu explained.

"So does the elevator count?" Dongma asked.

"Of course it's included." After looking at the police card that Dongma showed, Mutsu wondered why he was watching some remote controls next to the TV, but he didn't say much.

"Then, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Bu Pu? He also has your phone number in his mobile phone. Maybe he didn't recognize him?" Miwako asked seriously.

"That, I met because of the stock," Mutsu replied.

"Then you have a grudge against Mr. Bupu because you have lost a lot of money in stocks?" Kogoro asked directly.

Although for Miwako and the others, he asked directly because of his bad identity, but the detective Kogoro seemed unscrupulous.

"I really hate him, but I don't hate him to the point of killing!" Mutsu immediately defended.

"Then can you stretch out your right hand = show it to us?" Miwako asked.

"Stretch your hand? No! Will you arrest me as soon as you come up?!" Mutsu seemed to have watched too much criminal investigation TV series, so he subconsciously screamed with his hands behind his back.

"That's not the case, because after the gun is fired, there will be some gun smoke residue in the hands and cuffs, so we want to take some samples for testing." Ono explained immediately.

After hearing this, Mutsu asked Gunda and others to check it.

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Afterwards, everyone came to the second suspicious room.

"Indeed, I also lost some money because of the stock, but I didn't resent him. After all, I didn't clearly judge the direction of the stock and it was the reason for the loss."

The man who led the crowd into the room was a man with glasses and some pointed ear monkey cheeks facing him. He put on an apron and seemed to be doing something.

"En? Why does it smell like thinner?" Miwako asked strangely.

"Because I'm coloring human heads..." Talking about this college student named Yuda Takuro, they saw the artificial human head being processed halfway in the living room.

Seeing an axe on the top of a human head, the wide-open eyes and the red fluid from the wound made people feel chills.

"Because I am shooting a horror movie in college, I need this prop." Yu Tian Takuro seemed to be very complacent and introduced to everyone.

"It's really good, it looks like it's real." Ono smiled and praised.

"If Xiaolan sees it, she will probably faint on the spot..." Xiaogoro said with a dry smile.

"Hey, this is a human head completely copied from my father's appearance!" Yu Tian said triumphantly.

"Then you can make the same head as Mr. Bupu?" Heiji asked with a sneer.

Hearing this, Yu Tian also knew that Bu Pu was killed, his face suddenly changed.

"Then can you shoot the sound or video of the pistol firing?" Conan then asked.

"That's more difficult. After all, it's not my professional category. I usually do images like chopped, chopped, and pierced..." Yu Tian said stiffly.

"Do you have the same watch as Mr. Bupu?" Dongma noticed the familiar watch on the computer desk.

"Oh, that was a celebration gift given to me by Mr. Bupu when the stocks were making money at the beginning." Yu Tian explained.

In Mr. Mutsu’s room just now, Touma also saw the same style of watch.

"I usually wear it all the time, but I am painting it now, so I temporarily took it off and put it aside." Yu Tian added.

"Then, please reach out = come out, and let's check if there is any gun smoke left..." Xiao 280 Ye said.

However, Yu Tian stretched out the hands full of red paint, "But because of the coloring, is this okay with the hands?"

Naturally, this can only be checked.

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Then came the last house. The owner of the room was a blonde beauty who seemed to have just finished taking a shower. The black framed glasses gave her a bit of intellectual beauty in her charming temperament.

"Yes, I also received this watch from Mr. Bupo." The woman named Naoko Izutsu said while wiping her hair. "But I only wore it once, and then I put it in the drawer to raise dust."

"So, are you a manga artist?" Looking at the writing desk, dotted paper, utility knife, G pen, ball pen, ink and ink, Dongma asked casually.

"Yes, my pen name is Mien Kotori, have the two female police officers seen it? I think it is relatively famous." Naoko Izutsu asked proudly.

"Although I don't usually read manga, Yumi and Naeko seem to be chasing Mien Kotori's Bi-Girl Detective manga." Miwako immediately thought of it.

"In other words, you have enough talent to plan this murder trick..." Dong Ma suddenly smiled strangely.

Yuda Takuro.

Chapter 1671 The Elevator Secret Room Murder Everyone Sees (5) Chapter 1671

"Huh, I have such a good idea. I have used it to create an excellent booklet in the comics to make sales. Why waste it on someone like him." Naoko Izutsu said disdainfully.

"Then why do you need four copies of the writing desk?" Conan asked suspiciously.

"Of course it's for assistants. After all, well-known cartoonists usually ask some assistants to take care of some simple cartoon processes in order to get the draft in time." Dongma explained.

"If you had come earlier, you would still be able to see them, but you would have all gone back during the day." Izutsu nodded in agreement.

"But in the cartoonist's room, in my impression, there should be a lot of books or comics that can be used by the author, but it seems that these are very few." Dongma said while looking at the bookshelf next to it.

"That's all the old imperial calendar, and I don't like to pile up some old antique comics in the room. Even the plots from decades ago are meaningless." Izutsu seems to be proud, at least for most of his colleagues. It doesn't seem to hold any respect or kindness.

As for the next inspection of gun smoke residue, because she had just taken a bath, it was obviously impossible to gain anything.

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