Conan Super Detective

Dongma sneered.

"You mean, someone on the jury understood this message?!"

Watson exclaimed in surprise.

"Otherwise, why should they look up this meaningless exhibit over and over again?"

Dongma asked rhetorically.

"For example, this person, one of the members of the jury back then, was named Yoshito Dingshita. Although he was unemployed during his time as a member of the jury, his job was as a software engineer before. We are now going to take a look. Is this guy also familiar with the language of Malborge?"

Afterwards, the two of Touma went to the apartment where Dingshita Jiaren lived.

"What if he doesn't admit it?"

Watson asked as he walked.

"Then 693 we just need to see if there are diamonds around him."

Passing through the small park where a few children were playing, Dongma answered like this, and the phone vibrated.

"Well, there is news from Xiuzi."

Opening the code lock, Dongma saw a formula composed of various strange symbols.

"What is written on this?"

Watson asked questioningly.

"They hacked into that random number generator."

Dongma showed a dazed expression.

"This is an algorithmic formula. This is the translation of the Malboge code just now. It is the result sent by Xiuzi. In this way, we know how those guys invaded Jiu Tun Boy..."

Dongma explained to Watson who was confused.

"The password of the vault is set to pop out ten random numbers every two minutes. The original meaning of this design is that it makes it impossible to reproduce the password at any time. The core part is this algorithm."

Looking at the road signs, Dongma was walking along the street where there were no people.

"That group of people hacked into this software and added an equation to make the password that it pops out every two minutes into multiples of π."

"Π is infinite, so if you choose a number as a sample, the number will indeed show randomness..."

Having said that, Watson also reacted.

"But if you know this rule, can you predict the next password?!"

"That's right, and even if I left, the software still seems to be working properly. Tingshita must have cracked the Malborge code, and realized that he has the key to cracking the Jiudun Boy."

Dongma came to the conclusion.

"Obviously, some people on the jury planned this big robbery...but before that, we have to figure out why there is a policeman standing at his door."

Dongma, who was saying this, had already arrived at the door of Machishita's house, and a tall inspector was very dedicated to blocking their way.

"Sorry, the case is being searched here, please try to avoid irrelevant personnel."

The tone of the inspection was quite polite, but Dongma still noticed the abnormality in the air.

"Did something happen?"

Dongma asked.

"What's the matter with you?"

The inspector asked vigilantly.

"We are from the main office. We came here to ask Mr. Yoshito Machoshita about something."

Watson said while showing the police officer's badge.

"Dingxia Jiaren?"

Inspector asked suspiciously.

"Yes, what happened to him?"

Dongma looked inside the gate of the community, and the bloody smell was too strong for him, enough to let him know what happened.

"Just now, we received an alarm saying that Mr. Yoshito Machishita who lived here fell from the window of his house and died."

The inspector sighed and explained.

"How did you judge it initially?"

Dongma asked.

"It should have been suicide and didn't run away."

It seemed that he realized that Dongma was the chief of the headquarters, and the inspector explained patiently.

Although in fact, this answer is not nutritious for Dongma.

"Impossible, because we suspect that this person was involved in the theft of the Mitsui Diamond Trading Company two days ago, and one of the criminals who stole more than one billion yen. It is impossible to commit suicide at this time."

Dongma shook his head and asserted.

"Maybe his conscience suddenly discovered..."

The inspection said something that normal people would not believe.

"Take me to see the deceased's room."

Dongma laughed and said.

"Yes."

Dongma and a few people crossed the cordon and came to the town's house on the fourth floor.

In a simple apartment building, the living room on the left and the bedroom on the right complement each other. The tripod piano in the center of the living room makes people want to play a song.

Dongma stepped forward, gently opened the piano cover, looked up at the photo on the piano and the decorative vase on the opposite dining table, and waved his fingers softly and naturally.

Although the blood permeated in the living room and the murder case downstairs, the piano sound at this time was even more strange.

"Obviously, there has been a fight here, which can be judged from the blood stains on the corner of the living room."