"Yes, so what?" The eldest daughter-in-law said with an ugly face, "No matter how Kazuki would kill his father, but also committed suicide... I think it must be Liang Lang. Anything going abroad is fake, Dad and Yi As long as the tree dies, he is the only one who inherits this family!"

"Sister-in-law!" Damen Liang said anxiously, "Don't talk nonsense, okay?!"

Gao Cheng glanced across the crowd, and suddenly said to Hojo Chuho: "Miss Chuho, can you come with me?"

"Huh? Good, good."

Hojo Hatsui left the living room with Gao Sung suspiciously, and when he walked straight to the audio-visual room, he tightened his palms anxiously.

"That, Detective Jido..."

"When President Damen was killed," Gao Cheng walked to the corpse of Damen Kazuki and suddenly said, "The blood should have been sprayed on the murderer, but the armor and the clothes of the young master did not get on it. Blood stains."

"Yes, is it?" Hojo Hatsui tightened and smiled stiffly. "If you say that, didn't the eldest master commit suicide?"

"Yes, the murderer immediately sneaked into the audio-visual room after killing the president of the gate, waiting for the opportunity to kill the young master, and then artificially creating a secret room..."

"Artificial?"

"Doesn’t it feel strange that the knife used as a murder weapon fell at the door?" Gao Cheng said calmly, "After killing the young master, the murderer inserted the knife into the soundproof wall next to the door, and then put the handle of the knife in the door. On his handle, he held the door bolt used to close the door, and then carefully held the knife to the door, and slowly closed the soundproof door. The knife would automatically lock the door against the door bolt. This is the secret room technique... …

"If you want to open a solid soundproof door, you must vigorously damage it from the outside, and the knife against the door lock will naturally fall to the ground."

Xiao Ai walked to the door of the audio-visual room with her small hand on her back, and saw Gao Cheng analyzing the case, quietly leaning outside and propped his ears.

"But... But," Hojo Hatsue tensed his fingers, "Who would do this kind of thing?"

Gao Cheng turned his head and glanced at Hojo Hatsui: "The eldest master was killed in armor, and there is almost no trace of struggle. I think it was probably because he took sleeping pills beforehand...

"You can do this without the eldest master... Miss Chusui, the eldest master and his wife only quarreled yesterday, and the relationship between the brothers is not harmonious, but one person can make a cup of coffee in, and will not Arouse any suspicion..."

Hojo Hatsuho's face paled: "But, it doesn't have to be sleeping pills. It may also be drugs. Isn't that kind of TV that falls on a handkerchief very common?"

"If it is that, the police can easily find it out," Gao Cheng paused. "Let's talk about the footprints. The reason why there are only footprints of armored warriors coming to the main house on the snow is because Because the murderer’s past footprints overlap, the heavy armor can easily cover up the original footprints, so it looks like there are only one-way footprints...

"Moreover, everyone in this family knows that the old lady pays homage at midnight every year at the Xiuyou Festival. In order to push this incident into the legendary curse, the murderer specially chose to let the old lady who believes in the legend see the armored warrior walking around. …At first glance, it seems that the young master was cursed. After killing the master, he committed suicide here in the audio-visual room, including the white sheets in the closet of the wing. You should put it on when you went to the wing to prevent you from being seen. ?"

"Wait, wait a minute," Hojo Hatsui said with a sweaty smile, "Detective Jiroto, why do you think I am a murderer? I have no motive at all. Besides, you are all speculations..."

"Sakusa Industry." Gao Cheng interrupted Hojo Hatsho.

"what?"

"It's the factory where the president committed suicide. Kenichi Saakusa is your father, right? I have checked with Tokyo. The real name of your friend is Riko Hojo." Gao Cheng looked at the girl seriously, "Four years ago Your father committed suicide yesterday. I think this should be your reason for choosing this day, even if you know that I and Uncle Maori are staying overnight."

Sakusa Hatsue turned his head away: "I...I am indeed the daughter of Kenichi Sakusa. It is also true that I came here to be a maid with a concealment of my identity, but what about this? It doesn't prove that I am a murderer..."

"Miss Hatsui," Gao Cheng looked at Saakusa Hatsui with tears, and closed his eyes, "Remember what you said at the beginning? Didn't go to the wing, only saw the president of the gate fell on the ground, how could it be? Know that he is dead?"

"I just... I just..."

"There are still unburnt remains in the kitchen stove. It should be the murderous clothes sprayed with blood and the white socks used by the old lady to enshrine the armor. I have always wondered why the murderer took the white socks specially..."

Gao Cheng opened his eyes.

"Miss Chusui, can you show me the soles of your feet?"

Sakusa's figure was shaken, and the scene of stepping on the broken glass to bleed when killing the president of the door could not help but came to mind. His face was pale on the tip of his left foot, and the socks on the soles of his feet were stained red with blood again, especially eye-catching: "I ..."

"I'm just a detective, and I don't have the right to arrest criminals." Gao Cheng owed himself and walked out of the audio-visual room. "How to choose, surrender or escape... It's all about Ms. Chusui, but there is a little... murder, really Can it be liberated?"

"In the past, when my dad opened the factory," Saakusa Hatsue held back tears, "he has always been a person who valued human favors more than business, and because of this he was used by the gate industry...After the factory closed, my dad I wanted to help the laid-off workers, but Damen Industry had fallen into trouble planning my family’s heirloom armor. Not only did my father fail to help the laid-off workers, he couldn’t even keep the armor..."

Sacho Chuho's eyes are red.

"Detective Joto, sorry, it's just me..."

"I understand," Gao Cheng nodded slightly, "I will go back to the living room later."

At the entrance of the audio-visual room ~lightnovelpub.net~ Xiao Ai was listening carefully, unsuspectingly, paired with Gao who had walked out of the audio-visual room to look up, and suddenly froze.

"Xiao Ai?" Gao Cheng's face blushed and he walked towards the living room with a light cough awkwardly.

"Sure enough," Xiao Ai looked at Saakusa Chuho, who was sobbing and crying in the audio-visual room, trotting behind Gao Cheng, "every time I meet a beautiful female prisoner, I am so gentle..."

"Don't talk nonsense about it."

Gao Cheng packed up his mood and went back to the living room, and found that Conan was already waiting at the door with a stinking face.

"It's over?" Conan said helplessly, "Every time..."

"Sorry, it would be too cruel if it was handed over to the uncle in person."

Gao Cheng looked at the uncle Maori who was still thinking hard in the living room, smiled lightly, and looked at the snowy field outside and let out a long breath.

If he knew that Miss Hatsui was planning to kill at first, would he stop it? Or can it be stopped?