Chapter 837 Ghost, Time Killing Incident III

"That's true." In the temporary interrogation room, the bearded light-hearted Ding Wu swallowed calmly and said, "The reason why I let everyone stay is of course for a reason, because I don't want my friend who has played with me since I was a child. Partner, the ghost of the watchmaker is taken as a prisoner."

"Well," Mu Mu murmured, looking at Qing Bian's hands and said, "Your hands and cuffs are stained with blood..."

"This, it was stained when I rushed to the fallen lady's side," Qing Bian spread his hands and explained, "Besides, there is no blood on other parts of my body, right?"

"That's right, but...did you notice anything when the crime happened?" Mu Mu continued to ask.

"In this way," Qingbian rubbed his beard under his chin for a while, "it seems to hear the sound of fabric rubbing, the prisoner may be a woman in a dress, but I don't know if she is holding a long and sharp weapon or something ..."

"Your pipe, can we examine it?"

"of course can."

Gao Cheng has been watching Mu Mu interrogating one by one, and wrote down the information of the bearded couple who are most suspected in his notebook.

Light Bian Dingwu, 45 years old, a bearded man, was the architect who designed the Hoshina mansion, and was also a childhood friend of the dead watchmaker.

Zhou Fangzhiqiu, 39 years old, the female guest who flattered Mrs. Baoke was the female interior designer who was in charge of the interior decoration of Baoke's house, and she was also the watchmaker's sister.

Tomosaku Gugaki, 64 years old, a bald-headed, white-bearded old man, is a watchmaker who made a big clock like a clock tower. Since the watchmaker passed away 4 years ago, he has come to check the big clock every year, and he is an old friend of the clockmaker.

What is more interesting is that almost all three of them are related to the watchmaker who died 4 years ago.

"After stabbing Mrs. to death, the prisoner escaped from my left side very quickly," female designer Zhou Fangzhiqiu said, showing her left arm. There's blood, right?"

"By the way," Takagi turned his attention to the female designer's hair after checking the blood stains, "Which is that hairpin in your hair?"

"It was a hairpin that my brother bought for me before!" The female designer angrily pulled out the hairpin and handed it to Takagi, "If you doubt me, you can check it if you want to check it, but remember to return it to me later!!"

Afterwards, the bald old man who was under investigation readily handed over his crutches: "It doesn't matter how you check,

It's just my crutch, and it doesn't do anything. "

"It looks like..."

Mu Mu looked left and right holding the crutches, and asked the old man, "You have a little blood on your right shoulder..."

"That woman seems to have been assassinated on my right side." The old man sat across from Mumu with his arms crossed, and said angrily, "If there is no problem with the crutch, can you return it to me? It was given to me by the watchmaker just mentioned 10 years ago." Give me, it's been a while."

"Uh, a blood test is still required... Do you have any impression of the prisoner?"

"Although it has nothing to do with me, but I think the prisoner should be a very fat guy. Before that woman screamed, I was hit by a very elastic and very soft body..."

After the old man left the room, he looked at Gao Cheng and the uncle with inquiring eyes: "How is it? Is any of them lying?"

Gao Cheng shook his head: "In this case, even the prisoner won't completely lie, so let's continue to ask questions."

The three testimonies all have subjective judgments, but they are not without reference value. Reasoning and judging information clues is also one of the work of detectives.

The fourth person to enter the room was the fat butler Qingmei Yuedao, who was quite suspicious because of his fat body.

"Mr. Ome, your fingerprint was detected on the knife next to the cake..."

"Of course, after Madam blows out the candles, it's my butler's job to cut the cake!" the butler said angrily.

"Uncle Housekeeper," Conan interjected and asked, "Why didn't the lights turn on immediately after the candles were blown out?"

"Because I didn't wait for Madam's signal," the fat butler said in a daze. "Before, after blowing out the candles, the bell would ring at 6 o'clock in the evening. After all the bells were over, Madam would snap her fingers and ask me to turn on the light." , but this time the big bell did not ring immediately..."

"By the way," the uncle squeezed Conan away, stared at the butler suspiciously, "You bastard... You're right next to Madam, but you haven't got any blood at all!"

"Well, the prisoner seems to be a big man, probably blocking it..."

The fat butler finally wiped his sweat and left the room, leaving behind a group of people who continued to think.

"Big, fat, quick-moving women in dresses, are there any of these among the guests?"

"Maybe not……"

Gao Cheng did not participate in the subsequent questioning, and returned to the banquet hall at the scene of the crime with the notes recording the previous four people.

Judging from the situation at the scene, no matter who is the prisoner, they must go to the scene to make arrangements, that is, the Qingbians who came in advance and the Baoke family can do it. At the time, only these 4 people were at the party, and the other maids The cook, the cook, and the watchmaker were absent.

Regardless of the disappearing murder weapon, there is one thing that he cares about. It is said that the big clock, which has never had any problems, failed to ring on time at 6 o'clock. Mrs. Baoke was assassinated in such a short period of time.

Gao Cheng and Conan walked to the balcony together.

The place where the blood was stained was between the door frame of the floor-to-ceiling window and the balcony railing. It seemed that the prisoner had re-opened the doors and windows and then crossed the balcony railing.

Gao Cheng looked at the bloodstain carefully.

Strangely enough, the height of the bloodstain on the door frame happened to be about the same as the railing.

If a person covered in blood runs away, it shouldn't be a simple blood-stained scratch, it's much more messy.

This scene looks like it has been wiped by something.

That is to say, after the prisoner killed Mrs. Baoke, the pre-set mechanism was triggered to let the murder weapon leave the scene, and at the same time create the illusion that the prisoner escaped from the balcony.

This inference is more reasonable, at least more reasonable than the uncle's guess.

The uncle thought that the prisoner got Mrs. Baoke's blood in advance, and then painted the blood here in advance... If it was prepared in advance, there should be more blood stains.

Gao Cheng stood by the railing, looked at the wellhead directly below which was blocked by an iron frame, and then raised his head to look at the big clock directly above, which looked like a bell tower.

If it is to set up a mechanism, the well downstairs and this big clock are likely to be used...

Gao Cheng's eyes gradually solidified, and his whole body entered the thinking space following the movement of the big clock. The actions and words of the few people in Qingbian flashed by his side, and the time in the villa seemed to go back to the time when the crime happened again.

"So that's what happened..."

Gao Cheng closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them, his eyes were much clearer.

"The murderer is indeed him."

"Huh?" Conan, who was still studying the bloodstains, turned around in a daze.

"You should be able to think of it, right?" Gao Cheng looked at the guests in the room who were waiting for questioning, and said with a smile, "The prisoner didn't tell himself from the beginning."

"Hmm." Conan raised his chin in thought.

On the other hand, Mu Mu was still frowning. As time passed, the guests also asked questions one after another. Most of the people at the scene were far away from the victim, Mrs. Baoke, and there were not many near the balcony, and their testimonies were similar. There are no prisoners who fit the profile either.

It was late at night, and the police had to give everyone a result.

"Well, the rain has also stopped," Mu Mu looked out of the window, unable to say, "I can only let the guests go back first... Kido and the others still have no idea?"

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