I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Let's go, go back to the living room first." After Guangyou finished speaking, he took Xiao Ai, went downstairs, and walked to the living room.

The matters on the second floor have been dealt with, and what we need to do now is to let everyone know the truth behind this case.

According to the previous routine, Conan should find a small corner that some people can't see, anesthetize Uncle Maori, and stage a "reasoning show."

But Conan has lost his voice for a short time now and cannot use the voice changer.

The plan has ended before it even started.

There are also more than one solution.

The first method is the one that Conan came up with: use gestures and body language to express the information they know.

Let Uncle Maori interpret them by themselves, and then infer the truth step by step.

This method has drawbacks. If you understand it wrong, there will be a big deviation from the truth.

There is also a more secure method, and that is the second one: Guangyou replaces Conan, anesthetizes Uncle Maori, and then uses a voice changer to reason.

The method is really good, very safe, and basically there will be no mistakes.

The problem is that Guangyou doesn't want to play the role of "behind-the-scenes detective".

So only the first method is left.

But it's okay, Guangyou can remind me.

As long as everyone's interpretation has deviated from the truth, he can come out and talk about his "conjecture" and bring the reasoning back on track.

"Trustible detective..." Conan watched Guangyou open the door of the living room and glanced in the living room:

Uncle Maori, Xiaolan and Yuanzi, who are usually unreliable, are two unprofessionals, as well as "rookie police officer" mountain village exercises.

"..." Conan felt a little stressed, and thought, "Can these people really understand my gestures?"

Thinking of Guangyou's deliberate misinterpretation just now, Conan twitched his mouth.

"We're back." Guangyou walked into the living room, greeted him, and took Xiao Ai to sit in his place.

Pour a cup of tea for herself and Xiao Ai. After taking a sip, Guangyou said to Xiao Lan, "Sister Xiao Lan, Conan can't talk anymore."

"Huh?" Xiaolan looked at Guangyou after listening, then moved her gaze to Conan.

Feeling Xiaolan's gaze, Conan smiled awkwardly, as if he could get past it.

"Really!" Xiao Lan's two beautiful willow eyebrows slightly frowned, and said in dissatisfaction, "Didn't I tell you that you have a sore throat that you can't speak?"

"I'm not obedient at all." Guangyou nodded in agreement and said, "It must be a good lesson to teach him."

With that, Guangyou raised his hand and made a pat.

The lesson is self-evident.

"..." Conan looked at Guangyou with a look of expectation, and was already unable to complain.

"All in all, this case seems to be very simple." Uncle Maori said, looking at the mountain village fuck who kept asking questions.

"Mr. Akashi Yano in the bedroom on the second floor died at about 7:30 in the evening."

"At that time, everyone except me who went to the bathroom to take a bath was in the living room and had a complete alibi..."

"And we didn't know Mr. Yano Akashi before, let alone conflict. There was no motive for killing."

"There is no way to prepare the rope for Mr. Yan Fu to hang himself."

"It's true, that's right." Yamamura Cao lowered his head and glanced at the book that recorded the case information, and nodded in agreement.

"Also, one and a half hours before the body was found, the light in the room was on, and it was turned off when it was found."

"From the current information, it's all suicide."

"So I think you should look for clues, or you can only commit suicide."

"That's what I said." Shancun Cao put away the notebook, turned around, and was about to leave the living room, continuing to look for clues.

Seeing this scene, Akashi Hiroshi had no expression on his face, but a trace of joy flashed in his eyes and his body seemed to relax a little.

"No, it's not suicide!" Conan was a little anxious. If Yamamura Cao didn't find a clue and treated the case as suicide, it would be too late.

This way the murderer has enough time to deal with the traces left on the scene.

As for the corpse, if it is dissected, it should be possible to detect some traces.

But this is based on the premise that Akashi Hiroto agreed to dissect.

The fact is that Akashi Hiroshi cannot agree to the autopsy. The reason is nothing more than "I want my father to rest as soon as possible."

If the case is classified as suicide by the police, the traces are cleared and the body is cremated.

The truth behind this case is like a coin sunk in the Mariana Trench, and it is almost impossible to find it.

He wouldn't just watch this happen.

"But I can't speak now, do I really need to remind with gestures?"

Thinking of this, Conan glanced at Guangyou, and saw Guangyou shook his head at him.

"Well, now, it can only be troublesome." Conan saw that Guangyou was not going to reason for him, so he had to play by himself.

Although it is troublesome to explain clearly with gestures, and it may be misinterpreted, there is only this method at present.

"[The reasoning show of'Sleeping Kogoro'] is gone." Guangyou picked up the teacup and blew, taking a sip, and said.

"But I can see [Conan's Gesture Reasoning]. It should be very exciting. Unfortunately, there is no popcorn here..."

Using gestures to express meaning depends not only on the person making the gesture, but also the person who understands the gesture.

If he is not here, Conan will have to take the time to correct if the interpretation goes wrong.

Quite troublesome.

But fortunately, it is not him that is in trouble.

He only needs to put forward his "idea" when the interpretation is wrong, and then put the reasoning back on track.

"I remember there is still a doubt that hasn't been solved..." Guangyou suddenly remembered the doubts Conan had said before.

Most of the doubts have been solved, but there is one left.

If he remembers correctly, it should be...

Thinking of that doubtful point, Guangyou's gaze slowly moved upward, and finally landed on the light rope.

"If you remember correctly, Conan said there is a problem with the knot on the light rope."

He had observed the knot before, but because of the light, he didn't see anything wrong with the knot.

He looked at it for a while later, then put the matter aside.

Now that the rest of the matter is basically over, just about to reveal the truth, Guangyou carefully stared at the knot on the lamp rope and observed it again.

The lights are still dazzling.

Under the light, Guangyou could only see a small group of dark shadows.

But this time, Guangyou didn't give up-mainly because he has nothing to do now, so he can find something to think about and pass the time.

After staring at the knot on the lamp rope for a while, Guangyou recognized the pattern of the knot.

Coincidentally, they tied this knot when they were fishing in the afternoon, and Uncle Maori also demonstrated how to tie this knot in front of everyone.

Thinking of the shorter light rope in the room on the second floor, Guangyou frowned slightly, and soon stretched out again.

"It turns out it's such a thing." Guangyou squinted slightly and looked at the light rope above, "No wonder the one over there is short."

Just when Guangyou figured out the doubts about the lamp string, Conan was ready to act.

He first determined what he wanted to say, and then turned his head to see if there was anything available around him.

Finally, his eyes fell on the dorayaki.

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