Conan Super Detective

"Because of the commission, they must have seen it many times, and stealing a mobile phone from a former bad and sending a text message and putting it back is not too difficult for a senior cadre of an organization like Bourbon." Dongma added slowly.

"But I still don't understand, why is it so troublesome to just send me a text message?" Judy asked suspiciously.

"Because his purpose is to let you make a call to Shibuya, and more importantly, to allow you to borrow Cameron's cell phone. But unfortunately, Nankong was next to you that day, so there was a slight mistake. , But there is no big problem in fact." Dongma shook his head and smiled.

"Since the appointment is for drinking, it must be at night. Obviously, bourbon has also been investigated. Generally, your mobile phone will be used up by that time. It has probably been monitored for a while." Dongma said.

"But, why must I use my phone?" Cameron asked suspiciously.

"As long as it's an FBI mobile phone, it doesn't matter who you are. That's why I said that although Nankong's mobile phone is somewhat different, it is still considered to have completed the task." Dongma explained coldly.

"Because I left my phone number and communication records in Shibuya's mobile phone, I will definitely be called by the police today to assist in the investigation." Touma said coldly.

"It turns out that at the beginning, they wanted to collect information from the FBI agents who came to the scene with me. Although Naomi is a former agent, as the person in charge of the liaison between the Metropolitan Police Department and the FBI, they actually knew them. The information you need." Judy nodded suddenly.

"But this seems to be a coincidence? Indeed, that night, Mr. Shenli pushed Xiazi down the steps of the park due to some misunderstanding, and this led to the police's participation and investigation. But what if such an accident did not happen? Mr. Shenli also said Now, if Xia Zi explained in detail at that time, such a thing would never happen?" Zhu Di asked suspiciously.

"Of course he will do it himself, because he didn't say it? At that time, he was sitting in the car. If there is no accident, it is perfectly possible to make an accident artificially." Dongma replied with a sneer.

"Of course, another reason for waiting there is to make this accident happen outdoors, because then Judy and your companions will be called outside so that you can see what you were doing that day. If the clothes you wear are not right, even the perfect disguise technique is useless.” Dongma added.

"When the investigation is almost at night, regardless of whether the case is over, she will pretend to inform you that Shibuya's injury is worsening, so you will naturally go to the hospital with your companion. Of course, because Nankong did not come, but Cameron I followed as a driver, but this also does not hinder the progress of the plan, and the subsequent plan is also very smooth..." Dong Ma glanced at Cameron and said.

"What a shame!" Cameron lowered his head and blushed.

"But Master Dongma, when did you notice something was wrong?" Judy asked suspiciously.

"Well, since I received your call from the beginning, I guessed what they would do. Whether it was an inquiry to Shibuya or some other flaws, it just made me confirm my speculation." Dongma said disdainfully.

"Then why don't you tell me!" Judy said dissatisfiedly.

"Because I have been waiting for them to act for a long time. Tonight, there should be a very beautiful drama staged. You just have to wait and watch it!" Dongma said triumphantly.

"But it's so strange, even if they know that Nantian Ludao committed suicide, what effect does it have for them?" Zhu Di asked suspiciously.

Chapter 1771 The big play arranged by Shangjo Dongma (two) fifth

"Perhaps it was because I was afraid that he would confess what information, and then I was relieved after confirming that he was dead, or something?" Cameron said.

For many intelligence organizations, or similarly rigorous organizations, this approach seems to make sense, after all, no matter how powerful the black organization is, it is a dark organization that cannot be seen.

"No, there are more important points, you haven't noticed..." Dong Ma said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Judy asked suspiciously.

"Generally, if you want to commit suicide with a pistol, what do you do?" Dongma asked.

"Just aim the gun at the temple...like this." Judy said with a gesture.

"Yes, this way the bullet marks will remain on the skull, even if the car explodes later, it will still remain on it. And as it happens, I remember that at that time, the FBI also had a car that happened to be burned down after the explosion. The corpse? And that corpse was shot headshot before that." Dong Ma reminded with a smile.

"Ah!" Although Cameron still didn't know what Dongma was talking about, Judy, who knew some of Mizuno's situation and Dongma's play of chess, called out in horror.

"In other words, with Toru Amuro's reasoning ability, he must have already analyzed such information in this situation. One of the FBI's trump cards, Akai Shuichi is still alive!" Dong Ma said coldly.

"Huh?!" Cameron was suddenly shocked.

On the other hand, Judy motioned for him to leave first, and then whispered: "Master Dongma, is it really okay? Let Cameron know about it?"

"It's okay, in these two days, the story of this chapter should be over. The script has been written, only waiting for the actors to be in place." Dongma said with a sneer.

"But even if they know this, the conclusion made by the Metropolitan Police Department should be able to convince them that it was Akai who died?" Judy still didn't want to believe it.

"But they also know that I must have been involved in the action against the organization. As the Minister of the Criminal Department, if they want to deal with the following elements of the accident, it should be easy for them to come. The headquarters of the joint investigation of the murder case was also penetrated by them. It probably has some information." Dongma said with certainty.

Because of that information, he originally hinted that certain police officers in positions that were not too important but not too useless had revealed it to the member of the organization, Irish.

"So, what do we have to do to prepare?" Judy's face changed, and she asked immediately.

"Well, didn't you say it? Just wait for the actors to appear on the stage, but I have prepared a special seat for myself to watch the performance of the protagonist in this scene!" Dong Ma smiled proudly.

...

On the second day, Yonehua Town, Tokyo, was as prosperous and lively as ever. At dusk and night, the whole city revealed a warm atmosphere.

But the warmth here, of course, does not include the cold Kudo House.

The only man living in this apartment, wearing a mask and glasses, covering most of his face, slowly opened the door at this time to welcome the uninvited guest who suddenly rang the doorbell.

"The first time I met, I was called Tou Amuro... No, strictly speaking, it should not be the first time we met." Tou Amuro said with a weird smile.

The man did not answer his question, but just motioned for him to invite in, and then brought out the black tea that had been prepared a long time ago, as if he had known that Amuro Tou would appear here.

"Do you like reasoning, please?" Amuro was taken aback for a moment, and then asked not seemingly.

"There is indeed some interest..." the man said lazily.

"That's just right, let's tell a story first, just a simple trick to exchange the corpse." Amuro said with a sneer.

"Yes, one of the fixed patterns of suspense reasoning." The man nodded slowly.

"A man was shot in the head with a pistol on a nearby winding road, and the man's car was also burned. A fingerprint was taken from the man's unscorched right hand, and he claimed that the man was alive. The fingerprints on the phone of a certain teenager I have touched are exactly the same. This proves the fact that the man died." Amuro slowly said.

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"But something very strange happened here..."

"Oh...?" The man took a sip of black tea gently.

"Because the dead man was left-handed, but the fingerprint on the phone was the fingerprint of his right hand. Isn't it weird?" Amuro smiled.

"It may just be that when the person was holding the phone, he happened to be holding other things in his left hand." The man said lightly.

"But I even think he has to use his right hand to take it." Amuro smiled confidently.

"Why then?" the man asked with interest.

"Because before that man picked up the phone, someone actually picked up the boy's phone. Of course it was not the boy himself, but he happened to be right-handed." Amuro explained.

"Of course, there were three people who had touched their mobile phones before, and they all happened to be inpatients in a hospital run by a Metropolitan Police Department official...then the problem is, because only one of the three has fingerprints. Which one of the following do you think it will be?" Amuro smiled and enumerated three characters.

"First, a fat man with oily skin, then a thin man with a neck injury and protective gear, and finally an old man with a pacemaker..."

"Waiting man..." the man interrupted with an impatient wave.

It seemed that the problem was too simple. The man went on to say, “Because people with oily skin will definitely wipe them when they take their mobile phones. Then the third old man, because of the pacemaker, shouldn’t actually have used a mobile phone, even Haven't even been close before."

"Then the key question is, what about the fingerprints of the man who was killed later?" the man asked slowly.