I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Sure enough."

Hearing this, the young police officer was not surprised. From the very beginning, he realized that the case was not simple when he saw Uncle Maori put on that posture.

However, he clearly remembered that Uncle Maori was in his field of vision from start to finish, and he never left to find clues.

In other words, can Uncle Maori be able to infer the truth just by standing here?

Or does Uncle Maori have a helper?

Thinking of this, the police officer glanced at Guangyou, who was standing next to him: "This kid seems to have helped a lot. He should be the helper sent by Mr. Maori. It looks like the Baker Street squadron."

"Is Mr. Maori already cultivating a successor?"

"The detective grabbed the doll?"

He thought a lot, but the thousands of words finally merged into one sentence: "It's really Mr. Mori. If half of him...no, one-third of his skills, I should be able to get a promotion."

Feeling the gaze looking at him, Guangyou slowly turned his head and glanced at the police officer. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but explode: "What's the matter with this police officer... For Mao always feels that he is thinking about it again." A lot."

In him, Guangyou found doubts, envy, and admiration in turn.

And... Guangyou's sixth sense told him that the police officer envied him.

This makes him very confused, what he envy.

I'm afraid it's not a cat cake.

Admire and admire, but the police officer didn't forget what was going on, and quickly asked: "Mr. Maori, then according to you, who is the murderer?"

"The prisoner is the one who knows that Mr. Hirai is going to the observation deck to repair the handrails."

Looking at the increasingly flustered look on Kondo’s face, Conan continued, “Other than that, the prisoner’s figure is similar to Mr. Hirai, and he wears the same uniform as Mr. Hirai, which means..."

The identity of the prisoner has not been clearly stated, but everyone present has basically guessed who the murderer is.

The person who guessed the murderer slowly turned his head to Kondo, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"The only person who meets these conditions is Mr. Kondo who is currently present." Conan retracted his eyes from Kondo and snorted coldly, "Yes, you are the murderer in this murder, Mr. Eiichiro Kondo!"

The police officer had some understanding before and after the contact, but because he was not sure, he had to ask: "Mr. Mori, what you mean is that Mr. Kondo pushed Mr. Hirai down the cliff first, and then waited for you to arrive at the observation deck. What did you jump to that tree?"

"Not so..." Conan paused for a while, turned his head to glance at Guangyou, and then said, "Guangyou, you come and tell the police officer why."

Guangyou, who had just slowed down from the gods, was stunned again, was it him again?

What's his business, and to be honest, he really hasn't considered this issue.

Just now he thought about three questions: Is this case a murder, what is the evidence, and who is the suspect.

However, it is not impossible to answer, this question is not difficult, the key word is "time".

Kwang Woo, who was about to continue his performance with Conan, was about to answer, when Xiao Ai whispered to him: "Time, the time of death and the time of falling off the cliff are different.

Seeing Guangyou stunned in place, Xiao Ai thought he could not answer, so she reminded her.

For Xiao Ai's kind reminder, Guangyou did not explain that he had known it before, but simply nodded to show that he had understood.

"Mr. Officer, there is a fatal loophole in the method you mentioned." Guangyou glanced towards the wooden house and continued to explain, "That's time."

The police officer was a little puzzled, and he murmured these two words repeatedly: "Time?"

At this moment, the voice of "Uncle Maori" sounded again: "Guangyou, you stinky kid don't sell Guanzi, do I usually teach you to sell Guanzi?"

"Damn... You still call me a stinky kid now?" Guangyou was expressionless, but his forehead was violent. After calming down a little, he pretended to apologize, "I'm sorry, I will say it right away."

When he heard this, Conan felt that every cell in his body was emitting a "cool" signal.

It's like drinking ice-cola in dog days and eating hot pot in severe cold weather.

"Why didn't I think of this method before." Conan didn't expect his whim to bring him such great fun.

Originally thought that he could increase his efforts in the future, but after careful consideration, Conan decided to give up directly.

If Guangyou is really annoying, it's more than just feeding dog food.

Conan felt a little pity at the thought of giving up, but he had few opportunities to tease Guangyou.

Guangyou didn't know about his psychological activities. At this time, Guangyou wanted to end the case as soon as possible, and then settle accounts with Conan.

"We came here this time purely to appreciate the scenery. The time to the observation deck is not fixed. This will cause a big error in the time when Mr. Kondo jumped down and the time when Mr. Hirai actually fell down."

After calming down, Guangyou continued to explain: "As long as an autopsy is performed and the time of death is determined, then this plan will have huge loopholes, which will lead to failure."

"So that's it." The police officer looked at Guangyou with scorching eyes, nodded, and secretly said, "Is this the kid that Mr. Maori raised?"

"Let him answer this question for me because of the cultivating mind, right? It's really well-intentioned!"

"It looks like a primary school student, but he thinks so thoughtfully. It's Mr. Maori!"

After solving this problem, the police officer asked the next question: "Then how did he do it?"

At this time, Guangyou glanced at the direction of the wooden house.

He swears that if Conan still calls him this time, once the case is over, he will go to Conan to talk about life and ideals in a civilized way.

Fortunately, Conan has mastered the degree. This time he reasoned: "It is enough to use the tree. As long as Mr. Kondo jumps down from the observation deck and puts Mr. Hirai on the tree, he will wait for him to climb down the tree safely Push down Mr. Hirai."

"That's it, in this case there is really no error in time."

Anyone who can be a policeman is not too stupid. After hearing this explanation, he also understood the general technique. He turned his head, stared at Kondo fiercely, and sternly shouted, "I didn't expect you to be so unscrupulous to kill people."

"Jumping off the cliff from the observation deck, is this too dangerous?"

Even he has to admit that Kondo's courage is really great.

If there is any mistake when jumping, the person will be cold.

"Wrong, he is safe." Conan explained, "Kwangyou told me that he found a climbing spike on the cliff between the observation deck and the platform. It is estimated that Mr. Kondo should have installed it last night or this morning. Climbing spikes?"

"As long as you tie one end of the rope to yourself and the other end to the climbing spikes, there is no danger in jumping down."

"When Mr. Kondo saw us tourists this morning, he urged Mr. Hirai to repair the handrails. After sending us to the hiking trail, he took a shortcut and ran straight up the mountain."

"Then, he lay in wait and killed Mr. Hirai and then put Mr. Hirai on the tree. When we reached the observation deck, he jumped down as I told him and pushed Mr. Hirai down the cliff."

"Finally, he took the shortcut back to the cabin and waited for us to call the police, so that his alibi was completed."

At this point, I paused for a while, it seemed to give a few people a chance to digest the information.

After waiting for a while, Conan continued talking. This time he raised his voice and snorted coldly, "Mr. Kondo, am I right?"

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