"...That's right, Xinghe Tongwu's attempt to use his inherent magician thinking to create an alibi turned out to be strong evidence that he was the murderer."

Ye Gengyi finished describing the murder method in as concise and capable words as possible, and finally asked:

"Do you remember everything?"

"Yeah!" Takagi She nodded quickly.

According to Mr. Ye's description, he only needs to restore the scene once according to the content in the notebook, and then he can expose Xinghe Tongwu's lies.

"Okay, then you can go." Ye Gengyi continued.

Gao Mushe said "oh", and was about to go to the second floor, but before he took two steps, he found that Ye Gengyi not only didn't intend to follow, but walked in another direction, he couldn't help calling out to him curiously , asked:

"Eh? Mr. Ye, is there anything else?"

"It's gone." Ye Geng said, "It doesn't matter if you forget some details, as long as you explain the principle clearly, Heiji will make it up for you after you react."

"No...then what," Gao Mushe said, "I mean, Mr. Ye, are you not going up?"

Ye Geng turned his head to one side, and Dead Fish looked over: "What do you think I told you so much for?"

"Uh...why..." Takagi scratched his head.

"Why do you need so many people to solve the case? It's so late, and you have to go to the police station to take notes later. Apart from instant noodles, you only have to eat in the police station for supper. No matter how you think about the atmosphere It's all very strange pork chop rice, so why don't I go to the restaurant to fill my stomach first if I have a choice?" Ye Gengyi said.

Uh... It seems that there is no way to refute it.

Takagi said silently: "..."

Mr. Ye's character is really different from those detectives...

…

At the same time that Ye Gengyi and Gao Muwa were dismantling the magic technique.

The second floor of the mansion.

With the assistance of Hattori Heiji and Conan, Megushisan also thought of the possibility of an acquaintance committing the crime:

"Knowing the storage location of Master Zhengying's notes, and being able to quickly escape from the scene after killing someone, it means that that person should know the structure of this house very well. Do you have any doubts?"

"So...it seems that there is such a person."

Mrs. Zhengying made a recollection:

"About five years ago, a man came to the house and said he was looking for my husband. I thought he was my husband's fan, so I let him come in for a visit, but who knew he came in and yelled Said my husband stole his magic skills, Fan Tian..."

As she said that, she looked at Fan Tianli, "Did I mention this to you too?"

"Ah? Hmm...it seems to be..." Fan Tianli replied vaguely.

"What does that person look like?" Mu Mu Shisan asked.

"Because 5 years have passed, so I don't remember very clearly, but after that, I always feel that the decoration of the house seems to be a little different..."

Mrs. Zhengying said with a slightly complicated smile, "It's also possible that I'm thinking too much."

"No! You'd better recall that person's appearance carefully."

Mumu Thirteen has a serious face:

"Since the other party claims that your husband stole his magic skills, he will naturally want to confirm the contents of the Zhengying notebook with his own eyes. If he chooses to do it today, then the person who killed Miss Zhanzi is very likely. it's him!"

"this…"

Madam Zhengying's face turned pale, and she waved her hands in a panic: "It's been so long, I, I really can't remember."

"Then is the other party Japanese?" Mu Mu Shisan asked.

"Well, yes... yes, he is fluent in Japanese, and his hair is also black, but because of the hat and sunglasses, I can't see his hairstyle and eyes..."

When Mrs. Zhengying said this, she subconsciously tilted her eyes to the side, and continued: "Oh, by the way, because he still has a beard, so I can't see the shape of his mouth clearly, I just remember that he is slightly taller than me. Go up some."

this…

Mu Mushisan has a headache... Saying it is the same as not saying it.

He rubbed the space between his brows, and said seriously, "Are there any other magicians coming to visit your husband?"

"Ten years ago, people often came back, but I don't remember who they were," Mrs. Zhengying explained, "Because this house was designed by my husband, so even if it's just people who have something to do with work, he will put Please come and visit..."

"Huh? Your husband's design?"

Mu Mushisan looked around this narrow corridor, sweating and couldn't help but curse in his heart: the thinking of a magician is really unique.

"Well, at that time, he would often perform magic tricks that could only be seen in this room, so there were many guests who came to visit because of his fame."

Mrs. Zhengying subconsciously blurted out: "Especially that Christmas tree magic is very popular... welcome..."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Conan and Heiji keenly noticed the expressions of several people:

"Excuse me, what kind of magic is that?"

"Ah, this..." Mrs. Zhengying's expression was a little stiff.

"Only the teacher can answer the mystery of magic," Fan Tianli said, "Now that Teacher Zhengying is missing, we have no way of knowing what trick he used."

"Will it be recorded in the Zhengying notebook?" Hattori Heiji continued to ask: "Speaking of which, have you checked, has the notebook been stolen?"

"I'm sorry," Mrs. Zhengying shook her head, "I just heard from my husband that the notes are stored in the database, but I haven't been told the exact location, so... even if I ask me to confirm it now, there is no way Check up..."

"Maybe the teacher took the notes away before he disappeared." Xinghe Tongwu said.

"In this case, let's find the photo album and take a look," Hattori Heiji suggested: "There are so many guests visiting, how many of them will take pictures as souvenirs? Maybe there is that mysterious person from 5 years ago in it. oh."

"That makes sense," Mu Mu Shisan nodded and said, "Madam Zhengying, where is your photo album?"

"It's in this room."

Madam Zhengying said, and directly opened the thick wooden door.

"Uh, sorry, let me go there first..."

Mu Mushisan closed his stomach~lightnovelpub.net~ and quickly walked sideways to the front of the door.

"Maybe our teacher really doesn't have much talent in architecture..." Fan Tianli sighed.

"No, the reason why Master Zhengying designed the corridor so narrow is not just because he wanted to make the room bigger. The murderer who killed Miss Zhanzi also happened to use this magic mechanism to create Alibi..."

Takagi poked his head out from the stairs with his notebook in hand, and in the eyes of Conan and Hattori Heiji who gradually turned from confusion to astonishment, he said:

"Mr. Xinghe Tongwu, am I right?"

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