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- In this world, nothing can be perfectly hidden. As long as you have done something, it will definitely leave traces. This is an irrefutable truth.
From the perspective of criminal investigation, this principle is called "Locard's Law of Material Exchange." From the perspective of ancient Chinese wisdom, it is called "One drink, one peck, and there is destiny." From the perspective of Buddhism, It's called "the cycle of cause and effect, retribution"
Many wise men from the past have discussed this issue from various angles. Therefore, sometimes people are not as perfect as possible.
The more perfect something seems to be, the bigger the flaws sometimes are, just like these so-called "extreme people".
There is only one reason why they leaked the truth, and that is, these people performed too well.
Even though today¡¯s ¡°Ji Dao¡± are very advanced with the times, have deep pockets, and know how to hire professional mercenaries as thugs, ¡°Ji Dao¡± is just ¡°Ji Dao¡± and has absolutely nothing to do with decency.
Even though the Yamaguchi-gumi are now corporate, wearing suits cannot hide the tattoos they have hidden on their bodies.
A wolf is a wolf. It is a joke to claim to be a vegetarian just by wearing sheep's clothing.
Judging from the video, although these people always said harsh words in the office, and even put their hands into their arms and made threatening actions, they never used swear words or caused any substantial damage such as smashing. Sexual actions.
¡°The Ultimate¡± turns out to be such a civilized and reasonable organization? If this is really the case, the Japanese police will probably reduce their workload a lot, right?
What¡¯s even more ridiculous is that those people actually bring their own food.
Judging from the shape, it is probably either a compressed biscuit or chocolate.
Although these people didn¡¯t say much, the way they reached into their arms and the protruding shape of their waists hinted to people that they had guns.
It¡¯s not that I¡¯ve never seen Yakuza armed with guns, but they dare to ignore Japan¡¯s gun control laws and display their guns blatantly. I really don¡¯t know whether to praise them for their courage or to laugh at their recklessness.
Suit and tie, well mannered, armed with a gun, veteran, high-calorie snacks.
Every detail may seem inconspicuous, but when all the details are added up, the identities of these people are clearly depicted.
These people are not gangsters from the "Ji Dao" at all. They are bodyguards, and they are bodyguards with mercenary experience.
Once you figure this out, all your questions will be solved.
Because they are bodyguards, they can legally carry guns. Because they are bodyguards, they can replenish their calories at any time to deal with various emergencies. It is also because they are bodyguards that they can gather so many veterans to act together.
Therefore, Cao Mu¡¯s idea is wrong. These people are not members of the "Ultimate Dao", so naturally they have no purpose of extorting money. These people are not here for money from the beginning.
If it¡¯s not for money, then what is it for?
The company has just been established and has nothing to do with any interests. Who is targeting us?
Damn it, my head hurts a littlewell, let's massage my temples first.
Gently rubbing my temples with my fingers, my tense cerebral cortex relaxed a little. Unexpectedly, a cold towel was pressed against me, making me feel more comfortable.
"Thanks." I took the towel handed over by Conan and smiled slightly.
"Are you OK?"
"It's okay, I haven't slept well recently." The coolness of the towel penetrated into my mind little by little. I glanced at Conan slightly, and I happened to see Conan's slightly worried eyes.
"Our fishing activity is almost over. You should go back to the house and have a rest. I think your face doesn't look very good." Conan said while fiddling with the fishing rod.
"It's over? Why? Isn't it still early?"
The sunshine after the rain is not very hot on my body. I think if I can sleep directly on the boat, it will be more comfortable than sleeping back in the house.
"Something happened to Teacher Jingshan. Miss Noriko just called and said that Teacher Jingshan left a note that seemed to be about suicide, and the person disappeared." Conan looked at the water with a serious face while talking to me. Talking.
I am very familiar with Conan's demeanor. It's like a hound smelling the scent of its prey, focused and solemn.
"Looking at your expression, it seems that you have already thought of something?" I was talking to Conan, but at the same time I was thinking in a bad way: On the importance of praise to detectives
 "No, but I think there is a subtle disharmony in it" Conan didn't notice my bad taste at all, he just frowned and thought carefully.
"Is it not surprising that a painter who has been painting all his life can't even hold his paintbrush in his old age and feels despair?"
¡°Well, that¡¯s what you say, but I just feel something is wrong.¡±
"where?"
"Generally speaking, would a desperate painter sit in a bamboo forest and sketch? Do you still remember what Teacher Jingshan said when we met him yesterday?"
"Well, he said that we humans have disturbed the homes where birds live." I nodded, and couldn't help but think of the serious look on the old man's face when he said this.
"Would a person who still has a reverence for nature and happily drinks with Uncle Maori at night suddenly want to commit suicide?" Conan touched his chin and murmured with some uncertainty.
"Well, what you said makes sense, but it's useless to think about it. Let's go back and take a look. Then everything will be clear." I patted Conan on the shoulder and smiled.
"Huh? What do you mean? Aren't you going to help me?" Conan looked at me in shock.
"I believe you. Oh! The savior of the Japanese police, the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era!" I yelled teasingly.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Xiaolan, who was not far away, suddenly turned around and looked at us: "I just seemed to hear what you were talking about, 'Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei Era'"
"Hey!" Conan's expression changed and he growled at me.
"That's right," I bared my teeth and gave a thumbs up to Xiaolan and Uncle Maori: "I was just telling Conan about Uncle Maori. The sleeping Kogoro is like the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era!"
"Oh, so that's what you're talking about," Xiaolan stretched out her hand and put the messy hair behind her ears, showing a slightly nostalgic look: "I thought you were talking about Shinichi. In the past, Shinichi was also mentioned on TV. That¡¯s how it¡¯s promoted.¡±
"Eh? That's it. Brother Shinichi is really awesome." I echoed Xiaolan and responded.
"Well, now that I think about it, it seems like it was a long time ago. Really, we were separated for only a few months, but it feels like several years have passed." Xiaolan started to feel depressed as she spoke. .
"No, it doesn't matter! Brother Shinichi must have been stuck in some difficult case for a while. As long as some time passes, Brother Shinichi will definitely come back to you!" Conan hurriedly made amends.
"Well! I'm waiting for him." Xiaolan put away her sadness and smiled at us.
That smile is beautiful and fragile, like pure glass.
??????????????? Xiaolan, Brother, Xiaoai, myself Why does the originally simple and happy life have to be so complicated.
??We are all stuck in the mud. The more we struggle, the deeper we sink. When will we be able to get out
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Teacher Jingshan¡¯s ¡°disappearance¡± will be solved as soon as we return.
¡°After all, there were so many police officers gathered together, blocking the bamboo forest that we had to pass on our way back, and the staff of the Inspection and Identification Section collecting evidence, we couldn¡¯t ignore it even if we wanted to.
As the letter left by Teacher Jingshan said, the disappearance case has turned into a "suicide case".
The cause of death was suicide by hanging with a noose tied to a bamboo. The death was estimated to occur between 11 and 1 o'clock at noon. At this time, Mr. Kuroki and we were fishing in the lake, and Miss Noriko had to take care of her seriously ill mother. , is guarding the hospital. Strictly speaking, during the time when Teacher Jingshan committed suicide, no one was in the room of the residence.
The signs of Teacher Jingshan¡¯s suicide are quite clear.
But as Conan told me before, this case has a subtle sense of disharmony.
If you want to commit suicide, wouldn't it be better to commit suicide in your room? After all, the things in the house are sturdier and can definitely hang oneself. Hanging on a bamboo, wouldn't it be embarrassing if the bamboo breaks?
And this guy said with guilt just yesterday that he was painting here and disturbing the lives of the birds. He felt very guilty, so he went to the birds' home to commit suicide one day later? Moreover, why were all the bamboos within ten meters of the suicide site cut down except for the pillar where he was hung?
Conan disappeared in the blink of an eye. He probably ran back to the house to find evidence to solve the case, right?
It just so happens that I can solve my own problems while no one is paying attention to me.
"Grass and treesGrandpa, it's me. "
"Oh, Master, we are all waiting for your decision. What are your orders?"
No matter how much he emphasized, Butler Cao Mu always spoke with me in a respectful tone. He never forgot his identity as a butler, and his observance of rules was almost rigid.
¡°Perhaps it was because of the stubborn side of his character that he was able to desperately want to save the young lady¡¯s home by killing people.
"I think I probably know the identities of those people. They are not gangsters, they are bodyguards."
"Bodyguard?"
"That's right, so can you help me check which bodyguard company in Tokyo uses veterans as its selling point? Also, check which company does not deal with large orders of more than 20 people."
If veterans were not the selling point, gathering so many experienced veterans to serve as bodyguards at one go would not be possible just because the client has enough money.
Moreover, if you can order dozens of people in one go and be legally equipped with guns, these bodyguards must be registered and cannot be concealed. Moreover, in order to hide their identity as bodyguards, these people did not even wear sunglasses, and their appearance It's very clear from the monitor. As long as you check it, you will definitely find it.
"I understand, young master. I'll go check it out right away. What should I do if I find out? Do I need to negotiate?" Butler Caomu asked me for instructions.
"It's not necessary for the time being. Let's investigate the hands of these people behind the scenes first, and then we can think of the next step." I pondered for a moment and rejected the grass and wood steward's suggestion.
"Okay, young master."
With my personal issues resolved, I can finally relax and enjoy the detective drama Conan brings.
Sure enough, after a while, Conan ran out of the house with a bunch of things, including paintings and diaries.
The painting is a very ordinary painting, and the model in the painting is none other than Xiaolan.
It seems that although Teacher Jingshan did not express any opinions on the failure of painting last night, in fact, he was still quite dissatisfied with the old man. He ran back to his room and spent almost the whole night painting a bust of Xiaolan.
The appearance of these paintings further proves the fact that Teacher Jingshan can no longer continue painting. It seems logical that Teacher Jingshan commits suicide.
However, before Uncle Maori came to a conclusion, the importance of another piece of evidence in Conan's hand became apparent.
??Bamboo Shoot Diary, as the name suggests, is a diary recorded by Teacher Jingshan in order to observe the growth status of bamboo shoots.
Before Conan opened the diary and showed it to everyone, no one would have thought that the bamboo that had just grown would be sixty centimeters tall the next day, and would become two meters tall on the third day.
In this way, all we have to do is stun Teacher Jingshan, take him to the bamboo forest, and then let him sit on the stone with his neck stretched into the rope loop. Next, just wait for the bamboo to grow up and bring the unconscious Teacher Jingshan to the bamboo forest. Just lift it up little by little.
This method sounds simple, but if you don¡¯t know the habits of bamboo, you would never have thought of this method of killing people.
Having said that, the murderer is actually very clear, it is Mr. Kuroki, a disciple of Teacher Jingshan.
Because as a nanny, Ms. Noriko almost never sets foot in the bamboo forest except to ask Teacher Jingshan to eat. In this house, apart from Teacher Jingshan, Mr. Kuroki is probably the only one who also likes painting. The habits of bamboo are well understood.
At the same time, Conan also pointed out through Uncle Maori's mouth that the powder on Mr. Kuroki's socks was not pigment powder, but bamboo shavings splashed out when sawing bamboo.
The reason why Heimu cut down all the bamboos around the hanging bamboo is so that the bamboo that carries the life of Teacher Jingshan can be exposed to more sunlight and grow faster.
The evidence was conclusive and Kuroki could not deny it, so he could only kneel down and plead guilty.
The motive for the murder is very simple. Mr. Jingshan can no longer draw, but he still has new works coming out recently. The ghostwriter behind him is Mr. Kuroki.
Mr. Kuroki is tired of the life of standing behind others and wants to make his debut as a real writer. However, his teacher Mr. Jingshan is the biggest stumbling block on his way forward.
It is really sad that sunshine and bamboo, which originally symbolized hope and struggle, were used as murder weapons.
By the time everything was finished and I returned to the office, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. After a long day of fishing and solving crimes, even the karate master Xiaolan was so tired that he had dinner. The only solution is to use instant noodles.
And at this moment,News also came from Cao Mu's housekeeper, saying that the source of those bodyguards had been found. As expected, those people were from a bodyguard company. The company's name was Blue Shield, and the people who hired them were hesitant about industry rules. Cao Mu did not Find out.
But it didn¡¯t bother me. I solved the problem of instant noodles, turned on my phone, and in a few clicks, I hacked into the Blue Shield company¡¯s database and saw the transaction details.
The employer seems to be the son of a member of the House of Representatives, named Junji Sento.
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???????????????????????? Sentou Junji, Sentou Junji, why is this guy coming to trouble me when he has nothing to do?
"Please read this paragraph aloud to Minghui, Minghui? Minghui!"
"Ah! Yes!" I was startled by Teacher Xiaolin's voice on the podium. I stood up hurriedly and picked up the book, but I didn't know where to look.
"Page 52, third paragraph"
"Zhenyu's cute voice came from behind, which made me really relieved. This girl is simply my lucky star.
After class, everyone gathered around me as usual.
"I said, can you please stop being so distracted in class? It makes me embarrassed too." Conan gave me a slightly depressed look.
"Oh, sorry, sorry." I smiled at Conan without sincerity.
"Minghui, are you sick again?" Ayumi looked at me worriedly.
"No, no!" I waved my hands repeatedly, already complaining about my "sick and weak" setting. Suddenly, thinking of what happened before, I asked several people: "Do you know this person Sendu Junji?"
Judging from the information, this guy should be an actor. Unfortunately, I don¡¯t watch much TV, so I don¡¯t know much about this guy.
"Oh, I know about this person," Mitsuhiko thought for a while and said, "The detective-themed TV series he recently starred in called "Ghost Train" is currently being screened. The reviews are quite good. It is quite popular recently. actor."
"Oh, oh, I know too, "Ghost Train", my parents watch it every day after dinner!" Yuantai agreed.
"That's it." I nodded. It seems that this guy is quite well-known as an actor.
"So, why did you suddenly ask this person?" Xiao Ai asked me coldly.
"Uh, interested?"
"Answer the question with a question, are you an idiot?" Xiao Ai rolled her eyes at me, turned away, and stopped paying attention to me.
I laughed twice, not daring to offend Xiao Ai again.
After what happened that day, I realized that Xiao Ai was not actually that angry with me, so I got close to Xiao Ai a few times. But people are like this sometimes. Even if they are not angry, they have to keep their appearance. , who doesn¡¯t have face yet?
So, in fact, there is no big conflict between Xiao Ai and I. It¡¯s just that this girl is still uncomfortable and won¡¯t give me a good look easily.
Simply put, it¡¯s tsundere.
¡°Well, the arrogant Xiao Ai is also very cute, good job.
"As for Sento Junji, my family has entrusted matters to Uncle Mouri before. He is a second-generation official. He has a somewhat flamboyant personality and is not afraid of anything. He is not particularly popular, but he also has many fans. His family background in politics has added to his He has a lot of popularity and is known as the noble son of the entertainment industry." Conan pondered for a while and said to me.
"Well, thank you."
Although I know a lot about this guy¡¯s background from everyone¡¯s mouths, I still can¡¯t figure out why this guy is causing trouble for me.
"But if your family has a political background, hiring a large number of professional bodyguards will not be conspicuous. No wonder these people are so unscrupulous.
"If you have anything to do, just tell us and we will help you." Conan stared at me for a while and said in a deep voice.
"Conan is right, our young detective team is a whole, no matter what, everyone will help together!" Mitsuhiko agreed.
"Oh oh oh oh!!!" Ayumi and Genta also shouted.
"Everyone from the Junior Detective Team, please come here." We were talking lively here, and on the other side, Teacher Xiaolin, who was wiping the blackboard after class, suddenly greeted us, and everyone swarmed towards the podium again. .
"Teacher, I will not be distracted next time." As soon as I stepped forward, I quickly bowed my head and admitted my mistake, for fear that she would use the "home visit" magic tool, and I couldn't stand Xiaolan's nagging.
"Well, it's okay to know that you made a mistake, and you won't do it again." Teacher Xiao Lin saidI patted my head, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "But this time I called everyone here because of other things."
"Teacher, what's the matter?" Ayumi asked Teacher Xiaolin curiously.
"Actually, there is a professional writer for a magazine who wants to interview everyone in the detective team and write a report to be published in the magazine. I wonder if you are interested?" Teacher Xiaolin put down the blackboard eraser in his hand and looked at it. Everyone smiled.
"Interview? Eh? Interview?!" Ayumi and Mayu were both shocked.
"How awesome! Are our young detective team famous? Will we be on TV?" Mitsuhiko was overjoyed.
"If you agree to the interview, will you be treated to eel rice?" Yuantai drooled.
"Eh eh eh??? Everyone, please slow down and ask one by one." Teacher Xiao Lin was so confused by everyone's left and right words that he couldn't help but panic.
"So, what is the title of the interview?" Xiao Ai asked.
"Well, the writer told me that the title is "The Boys Detective Team Resurrected in the 21st Century."" Teacher Xiaolin thought for a while and said to us. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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