The people who returned to the room gathered in the dining room again, and simply wiped off the rain on their hair and cheeks with a towel.

When he learned that Hiroo Tsuchio was actually hanged in the warehouse outside, Kotani Renzo showed an unbelievable look on his face, and hurriedly asked:

"Did Mr. Malachi commit suicide?"

"Not sure yet." Ye Gengyi said.

"Not sure? Why, you are detectives, how can you even..."

Jia Gu Lian san asked half a sentence in an urgent tone, but he didn't finish his sentence, and then fell silent again.

"About this point, it's better to let Hattori-san explain." When Tokatsu Lanya spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he always maintained that very annoying smile.

Hattori Heiji was naturally very upset, but considering the current environment, he didn't get angry immediately. He just glanced at the northern representative and said in a muffled voice:

"Because of strangulation..."

"Stroke marks?"

Jia Guliansan stared at him, his brows and eyes seemed to be filled with thought.

"Well." Hattori Heiji nodded and continued to explain: "Usually, if it is a homicide case, the direction of the strangle marks is all backwards, and if you hang yourself, due to the difference in height, there will be at least 40 degrees or more. It is a pity that I did not see this mark on the neck of the deceased."

"However, if the person who strangled Mr. Tsutsuo was standing at a high place..." Kotani Renzo questioned.

Emotionally, it is not difficult to see that the old man seems unwilling to believe that Hiroo Tsuchio committed suicide.

"That's right, that possibility is indeed there, but Heiji-san didn't just check that..."

Conan took over the topic:

"Most people think that as long as you wrap a rope around your neck, you can pretend to hang yourself. However, although hanging will cause breathing obstruction, the real cause of death is that the blood vessels in the neck are compressed, which prevents the brain from getting blood supply and lungs. Oxygen provided by the body... In this case, the face of the dead person is pale, and the skin of the legs, forearms and hands will also appear blue with no blood circulation. And the person who is directly strangled to death, because the neck will have There's a lot of bruising, so the skin will be purple."

After Conan finished speaking, Kogu Lienzo was silent for a few seconds, then he lowered his voice and said slowly, "I see."

"but…"

Koshimizu Nanatsuki squatted down and looked at Conan, "Little brother, you are really amazing, you even know this kind of thing."

"Ah, this..."

Conan panicked, and quickly explained, "These are all things I learned from..."

"Snapped!"

Ye Geng reached out and twitched a certain big head, "Stop watching TV from now on."

"oh…"

Don't even listen to the excuse and hit him directly?

Brother Gengyi, you are really getting more and more efficient... Conan feels wronged.

Watch less TV? So the knowledge about hanging is learned from TV? Oh... It should not be a TV program but a video tape, but this kind of education method is too strict, obviously this child is very smart...

Koshimizu Nanatsuki sweated a lot. Although she saw Conan's usual expression, she still felt that she should bear some responsibility for the child's beating, so she said:

"Mr. Ye, there is no need..."

"When something has no direct interest to you, and you don't understand the whole picture of the matter, it's best not to do irrelevant things from the perspective of benefiting others."

Ye Geng interrupted with a cold voice, and was taken aback by Koshimizu Nanatsuki. Conan went down for a second, then continued:

"He suffered from nearsightedness at a young age, and it is for his own good to let him watch less TV."

Ah, this...Sanichi-san's words are just talking about me wearing glasses...Conan's ups and downs of emotions gradually calmed down.

Nanatsuki Koshimizu: "..."

Sure enough, it's still very strict...

"Okay, let's get down to business, the TV station's plan actually caused people's lives, Mr. Kotani..."

Ye Geng pulled back the topic and looked at the old man with downcast eyes, "Should you give us an explanation?"

"No, I'm actually not a staff member of Nikmai TV Station. I was just hired here to take care of the detectives' meals, because my original job...is, a housekeeper..."

Kogu Lien-san's expression was quite nervous, suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly took out the keychain: "That's right! We can use the radio in the warehouse to contact the outside of the island and pass on the matter here!"

"no way…"

Hattori Heiji spread his hands helplessly, "Mr. Kotani, please calm down, haven't we said before that Mr. Tsukao's body was found in the warehouse. I don't know who picked the door lock over there and smashed it. put the radio in there."

"What? The radio was…"

Jiagu Lian san's heart tightened, his legs softened so that he managed to stabilize his figure and did not directly fall to the ground.

"Speaking of Mr. Kotani, you should know the answer to the first round of tests, right?"

Tokitsu Lanzai suddenly bypassed the topic of Tsuchio Hiroo's hanging, "Xiaosheng remembers that you said at the beginning that after solving the puzzle, you must write the reasoning process on paper and hand it over to you before you are allowed to leave this place. The island..."

"No, that..."

Kotani Lienzo's temples were dripping with cold sweat, "I was just told to say so after a secret room incident... After I got your answers, the employer asked me to put the answer sheet under the floor mat in the bathroom .”

"Oh? It sounds like they are saying that the mastermind behind the scenes is hiding among us."

Shi Jin Lanzai looked around the crowd with a smile that was not a smile, and said: "But have you forgotten one thing, if this is really a conspiracy against us, there is a prerequisite that cannot be ignored no matter what, That is, the cause of death of Ms. Tsuchio must be homicide."

"Anything is fine. I'm just like you. I was only invited by that fake director to participate in the recording of 'Detective Jiashien' as a representative of the high school student Detective Nanfang."

Koshimizu Nanatsuki weighed Ushio's wrinkled collar, "I'm a bit cold now, so, can I go back to my room and change my clothes first, if you are worried that someone will make a fuss, other people can also stand in front of the other party's door and talk directly. "

"Of course it's okay. It's really rude to let a lady stay here with her wet clothes on."

Baima Tan smiled and suggested to everyone: "Let's all go to the second floor together."

Hey, what the **** is this guy doing...Conan and Hattori Heiji stare at each other for half a month.

"I'll cook **** soup for everyone," said Kogu Lien-san.

"no…"

Hattori Heiji frowned, "Your suspicion is the biggest! Although it seems that you have been staying in the kitchen and have not left, but at that time, no one went in to confirm whether you were there!"

"I didn't see him leave." Ye Geng said.

"Ah?" Hattori Heiji was taken aback, "Even if Genichi-san says so, it's possible..."

"impossible."

The white horse detective interrupted directly, and met the eyes of a certain black skin, took out a notepad and opened it, showing the floor plan sketched with a carbon pen on it, "Look at this... the kitchen window is locked~www.mtlnovel .com~ If you want to leave the wooden house and go to the warehouse, you have to go through the restaurant we are in, if you don’t believe me, you can go and confirm.”

"Hey, when did you draw this..." Hattori Heiji was surprised.

"Morning, after all, Mr. Ye and I arrived here half a day earlier than you."

Baima Tan explained: "To be fair, we didn't investigate too carefully, but this area is only so big, so, in addition to the warehouse that was still locked at that time, and everyone's room, in fact, the two of us in the wooden house visited them all.”

"That's it..."

Hattori Heiji nodded, and then decisively ran to the kitchen to check the windows.

White Horse Detective: "..."

Sure enough, after a period of contact with a Buddhist person like Mr. Ye, he will develop a thinking inertia, which makes it difficult to adapt to this kind of guy who has a "detective distrust" like himself again...

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . :