Conan Super Detective

"I'm sorry, the reason why I keep going to visit Mr. Temple Man is because he is a very lonely person."

In other words, he didn't even have relatives or friends to see him.

"Apart from me, the only person he can communicate with should be his doctor at night."

The blonde said so.

"Is his attending doctor?"

Dongma confirmed.

"No, it's another doctor in the hospital. I didn't ask more about who it was."

The blonde shook her head.

"They discuss his condition and discuss how to deal with the pain together. It should be psychologically to make Mr. Temple prepare the final preparations."

The blonde sighed.

"Is the cancer terminal?"

Dongma murmured.

"Well, it's only a few months at most, don't you guys know?"

The blonde gave a suspicious expression.

"Did you help him prepare his breakfast today?"

Dongma asked another question to divert the subject.

"Breakfast? I just brought two cups of coffee over there?"

The blonde looked at Dongma strangely, and then suddenly reacted.

"Oh, you mean that breakfast. It was already there when I was there. Recently, the intensive care unit of the municipal hospital is really sweet. Not only did you prepare breakfast, but also carefully cut the waffles for the patients."

"Is that so...Thank you for your cooperation. If it is convenient, please leave a phone call. If there are related questions later, we will come to you again."

After exchanging phone calls with the beautiful blonde, Dong Ma left the store with a puzzled look of Watson.

"Master Dongma, are you over?"

"Of course, everything that should be known is already known. Simply put, after the beauty left, the person who sliced ​​the waffle from Takahashi Temple returned to the ward again and killed him with adrenaline. And , The situation seems to have become more complicated..."

That being said, the more complicated the situation is, the more interesting it is for Dongma.

"Obviously, the murderer who killed Takahashi had a certain degree of professional medical knowledge. We also know that Takahashi has one and only one visitor who claims to be a doctor, one who cuts adult food into small pieces and small pieces of children. The person who eats..."

"Why would the murderer do this?"

Watson asked questioningly.

"This behavior reflects a special habit in the murderer's heart. That person satisfies Takahashi's needs not because of compassion, but because he needs to feel dependent on others. And this special habit is usually in In a special kind of murderer..."

Dongma slowly explained.

"This kind of murderer usually only looks for weak patients, thinking that they will die soon, so that they can offset the guilt in his heart and make him feel noble..."

An ironic smile hung on Dongma's face.

"This kind of killer usually chooses a hospital as a hunting ground, because there can be a large number of targets he needs."

And usually the police have a unified title for this kind of serial killer...

"Angel of Death"!

The 2810th chapter serial murder extending in the morgue (four)

After confirming the nature of the incident, Touma returned to the hospital again and found the attending doctor in charge of Takahashi Temple, the director of surgery, and Okubo Zongtoku.

"Do you think our hospital has an angel of death?"

Okubo put the golf clubs aside casually, and in his director's office, there was also a set of indoor golf equipment, which was obviously used for leisure and entertainment.

"Isn't it possible? Our hospital has a lot of professional talents. If there are angels of death, they should be aware of it."

The meaning of Okubo's words does not seem to include him.

"According to the latest incident report, the adrenaline level in the body of the deceased Takahashi is much higher than the amount that caused his heart to stop, so our current conclusion is that he must have been murdered."

Dongma sneered.

"I'm sorry to hear that……"

However, Okubo's face did not have the shock of the serial killer and the pain of the patient being murdered in his own will. There was only a very complicated expression of doubt. He seemed to be thinking about the possibility of this matter and the impact on him. .

"So, if possible, I would like to access the data of all the dead in your hospital, and of course the adrenaline use records."

Dongma's smile was faintly strange.

"...But why did you find me? You should go to Dean Sang Tian."

Okubo asked strangely.

"Because Dean Swanda's term is about to end, and you are the most promising candidate in the next dean's race, wouldn't it be more convenient to find you?"

Dongma asked with a smile.

"Well, I will talk to the archives office. I think I can give you an answer in an hour."

Of course, there is only one case for the so-called reply, that is, piles of information are sent to the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Is there anything I can help?"

Watson, who seemed to have gradually adapted to the role of Dongma's personal secretary, asked in a low voice while handing Mohao's coffee respectfully.

"...Alright, just test and test you."

Lifting his head from the pile of old papers, Dongma smiled as he looked at the pretty police flower in front of him.

"In the past two years, Mihua City Hospital has 74 patients died of heart diseases..."

"It's true that people who are sick are prone to die from heart failure. Isn't that surprising?"

Watson asked questioningly.

"But it is also possible that one or some of them, like the people from Takahashi Temple, died violently. However, it is impossible to determine who the victim was, so it is impossible to infer the murderer's pattern of crime."