Chapter 1996 Conan's Resentment
The housewife in 402 found that Duran's eyes were always on the couple, which made her nervous. If they were caught, what would happen to their son?
All this was for her son. If the administrator hadn't been nosy, she wouldn't have written down the administrator's name. Of course, she didn't expect the administrator to really die. In the end, she could only follow the rules of the game. Otherwise, she might be arrested and imprisoned for abetment. She didn't want to go to jail and didn't want to leave her son behind.
So on a dark and windy night, she pretended that her car broke down and stopped on the way the deceased had to go home. After seeing the deceased's license plate, she immediately waved.
For a weak housewife, there was no reason not to help. While the deceased was helping, she cruelly hit the back of his head and killed him.
However, her way of dealing with the body was to throw him into the gutter beside her without any cover-up. It wasn't until her husband found out that something was wrong with her and learned the truth after questioning that he had to take action.
If the fact that his wife was a murderer was exposed, his career as a husband would be ruined. He couldn't accept it, so he took his wife back to the scene overnight, cleaned up the traces, and finally cut off the head of the deceased to delay the investigation.
During this period, the husband had actually been hindering the police from investigating the cases in the residential building, concealing the clues of the exchange of murders, and greatly misleading the police investigation.
In fact, the wife had told her husband that Duran suspected her, and the husband asked her not to be nervous. He didn't think anyone could investigate the case better than the police. Obviously, he didn't know much about the police's ability.
When the police husband found Duran's eyes, his heart was also shocked. Did the other party really catch his flaw? He was not a passive person. When he saw Duran's eyes, the police stood up and said, "Very exciting, both cases were caught with evidence, your reasoning is amazing, but did you solve the case of Room 502?" Change the subject.
"There is still no clue about the case of Room 502, but this may not be an exchange game." Conan said secretly. In fact, he has always been confused. He learned from Duran the list of all the participants in the game. The old woman was not among them, but the deceased was among the participants. According to common sense, the daughter-in-law would definitely write down the old woman's name, but unexpectedly, the old woman was not dead, but she and her husband were killed. There are only two reasons. One is that someone else wrote their names, and the second is that the murderer who drew the mother-in-law's name changed the target.
Conan believes that the second possibility is higher than the first possibility. Because according to his understanding, the deceased is a housewife. Although she is tall and strong, she is actually a big punching bag. It is difficult to make enemies with people in the apartment. Her husband is an office worker, cowardly, sandwiched between his wife and mother. Usually, he can only hypnotize himself through self-comfort, saying that his family is already very good, and there are many families worse than his own, so as to paralyze himself and not deal with the conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. As a husband, he certainly knew that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were playing tricks on each other, but he turned a blind eye to it and kept hinting that his family was already good, so he could get by.
He was the same at work and at home, both internally and externally, so it was difficult for such a person to be hated by outsiders. Because he was very mediocre, it was easy to be ignored.
Such a couple would not be hated at all, and it was unlikely that their names would be written down. Then there was the second possibility, that the murderer's target was originally the mother-in-law, but for some reason he changed his target and killed the couple instead of the mother-in-law. If the reason was figured out, the case would be solved.
But now we are not talking about this case: "Inspector Enomoto, I think we should talk about the headless corpse case first."
Everyone looked at him at the same time, and they were all surprised, because they didn't know he was a policeman. So many things happened in the residential building, and he never revealed his identity? !
This was too abnormal. People were dead. As a policeman close to the scene, shouldn't he stand up and maintain order as soon as possible? And Mrs. Enomoto has known everyone for a long time. She seems to have never said that her husband is a policeman, but only said that her husband is an employee. Why did they lie and hide?
The uncle from the gang was shocked because he was most afraid of the police. Although he was no longer involved in the underworld, he was more or less related to the underworld. He was instinctively afraid when he heard the word police, just like a mouse seeing a cat.
"Inspector Enomoto, please explain why you concealed your identity as a police officer?" Conan began to question, and Duran also cooperated with a serious expression.
Inspector Enomoto was very calm: "After get off work, it is my private time. I have always been a person who puts work first and private time second, so I didn't tell everyone because I didn't want anyone to disturb my off-get off work time."
This excuse is simply nonsense. The police are not ordinary professions. They have to be on call even after get off work. Conan knows so many policemen, which one is not on call? Which one is not on call 24 hours a day? Officers like Takagi and Sato can't even talk about love properly, and they are always disturbed by official business.
Hearing this irresponsible statement, Conan couldn't help but say, "Police are a special profession, there is no such thing as private time, your excuse is nonsense!"
Inspector Enomoto couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth, he knew that the other party knew the profession of police very well, the more he said, the more loopholes there would be, so he stopped talking.
"No explanation?" Conan continued to the silent suspect, "Is it because of your son?"
They have a son? The residents were even more confused. They had never seen him before. How could they have a son? If they had a son, they would not have come in and out. There were so many eyes watching, but they had never seen him before?
"How did you know?" The police chief finally couldn't help it. The other party must have investigated his files, which was illegal: "If you investigate private files, it is illegal! You'd better give a reasonable explanation."
"In fact, you can know without investigation. Unless you have a very big appetite, the frequency of your buying ingredients is not proportional to the speed of consumption. This means that there is a third person in your house!" Only Conan, who has nothing to do all day, can find something wrong from the frequency of the other party's consumption and replenishment of ingredients. He has time to squat all day.
The police were stunned. They didn't expect that the other party was so idle that he actually monitored them. It seems that Duran had determined that they were suspects from the beginning, otherwise he would not spend time monitoring them.
This case made Conan forget about food and sleep. He used various methods, from primitive squatting to advanced wiretapping, from rummaging through garbage to questioning. Conan used the advantages of children to the extreme. No one noticed that this wandering child was actually looking for clues to solve the case. When residents saw him playing, it might be Conan who was monitoring them. It feels a bit like Orphan's Grudge. The body of a child, the soul of an adult, every move of the residents cannot escape the eyes of Conan, the private lives of the residents are all in Conan's eyes, their careless words are remembered by Conan, their relationships and their grievances cannot escape Conan's observation.