Chapter 212 Conan and Hattori team up to solve the case
On the other side, Conan and Hattori Heiji were discussing the case.
"Although it can be confirmed that it was a homicide, the question is how the murderer threw Mr. Takai out of the window." Conan pondered.
Hattori Heiji was also thinking: "Ms. Natsuta, who was taking pictures downstairs at the time, could only use the flash on her camera..."
Conan took over the conversation and said, "The text message sent by Mr. Nakamachi contains the same content as he said. There is nothing unusual for the time being."
Hattori Heiji continued: "The last one was Mr. Kawakami who called, but..."
Conan continued in tacit agreement: "Generally speaking, it's impossible for someone to jump off a building just because someone tells you to die."
The two of them chatted with each other as if no one was around.
Judy listened quietly to the conversation between the two, with an ambiguous look in her eyes.
Just then, Hattori Heiji's cell phone rang.
He answered the phone, and an extremely dissatisfied voice came from the other end: "Heiji, what time is it now?"
Hattori Heiji was full of questions: "What time is it? Don't you know how to check the time yourself?" He glanced at the display on his phone and replied, "It's only eight o'clock, what's wrong?"
Eight o'clock? Conan's heart skipped a beat. Has it already been two hours since the crime happened?
"If Brother Kamiya were here, he would have found the murderer..." Inspector Megure's words suddenly came to his mind.
Conan shook his head vigorously. No, I must not lose to this guy! Conan secretly encouraged himself.
"Only eight o'clock? You idiot! Do you know how long I've been waiting?!" Toyama Kazuha's angry roar came from the loudspeaker, and Hattori Heiji was so scared that he almost threw his phone away.
Oh no, he received a call from Yuya, saying that he needed help with something, so he rushed over and accidentally forgot about his appointment with Toyama Kazuha.
"Sorry, sorry, I have something to do..." After all, it was he who stood the show up, so Hattori Heiji hurriedly apologized.
"What did you say? The signal there is too bad. I can't hear what you are saying." Yuanshan Heye complained.
Hattori Heiji checked the signal and found that there was only one bar. He looked around and walked to the balcony: "Maybe it's because the floor is high, so the signal is a bit poor."
Judy leaned close to Conan's ear curiously and whispered, "Who is it?"
Conan still suspected Judy, so of course he wouldn't tell her casually, so he just brushed it off casually.
I don't know what Toyama Kazuha said, but Hattori Heiji suddenly blurted out a word: "Note? memo(ry)?"
Just like a flash of lightning passed through the mind, Conan and Hattori Heiji suddenly ran along the balcony to Takai's bedroom. Seeing this, Judy hurriedly followed behind.
Looking at the layout of the room, the two men looked at each other and revealed expressions of confidence in their victory.
"It seems that's the case."
"Yes, the murderer is that man."
Listening to the two people's enigmatic conversation, Judy tilted her head slightly and a light flashed on her glasses. At the same time, the camera hidden under her arm was secretly taking pictures of Conan and Hattori Heiji.
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"What, doing experiments?" Inspector Megure looked at Hattori Heiji in confusion.
This person inexplicably came to him and told him that he wanted to recreate the scene before the victim fell from the building, and said that this would help them find out who the murderer was.
Although he was a little confused, there was no reason for Inspector Megure to refuse as long as it could solve the case.
"However, there is still one thing missing." Hattori Heiji said in embarrassment.
"What?" Inspector Megure asked cooperatively.
"Wasn't Mr. Takai drunk and lying in bed before he fell from the building?" Conan said in an innocent tone.
"That's right," Takagi Wataru said, a little embarrassed, "Does the person playing the victim have to drink alcohol?"
"Well, this is the only way to restore the scene more realistically!" Hattori Heiji explained quickly.
Inspector Megure looked at the two with dissatisfaction: "Then who will play the victim? We police are not allowed to drink while investigating a case."
He muttered a few more words under his breath: "Really, Brother Kamiya didn't have so much trouble solving the case."
The first day that Brother Kamiya was away, I missed him for the second time.
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Far away in the old house, Yuya, who was telling Miyano Shiho, who was lying on the bed, about past cases, suddenly sneezed.
"Have you caught a cold?" Miyano Shiho asked with concern.
"No," Youya touched his nose, "Maybe someone is thinking about me."
Miyano Shiho rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Go on."
"Well, the criminal whose trick was discovered tried to attack me and escape, so I grabbed his arm and threw him over my shoulder..."
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Hattori Heiji pinched his chin and said, "I am underage and cannot drink, so..."
Several people's eyes couldn't help but fall on Judy.
"Oh? You want me to play the victim?" Judy didn't seem to be reluctant at all, and was quite looking forward to it. "Of course OK! But in return, you have to bring my favorite wine!"
"No problem at all."
In Gao Jing's room, Judy held a bottle of wine and drank several glasses generously.
Conan looked at the word "FINO" written on the bottle, and his suspicion grew stronger.
Yuya also likes this wine... He thought he hid it well, but in fact, Conan secretly caught him drinking this wine several times.
As for why Yuya likes this kind of wine, Conan already understands it. Just look at Miyano Shiho and you will know everything, right?
However, Judy also likes this wine. Is it a coincidence, or...
Judy soon finished drinking and fell asleep, staggering.
The men carefully adjusted the position of the bed, tied a secure rope around Judy's waist, and left the room.
When the three suspects saw Inspector Megure, they immediately came over to complain that not only were they not allowed to go back, but they also wanted them to accompany them to do some experiments.
"Don't worry, the experiment will be completed quickly and we will know who the murderer is then." Hattori Heiji said with a smile.
Then he took out his cell phone and said, "Then I will start to reconstruct what happened before the crime. First, Mr. Nakamachi sent a message to the deceased. So I will just send a random message now."
As he spoke, he tapped on his phone for a while, and it looked like he was just sending a random message.
In the room, Judy was not actually sleeping very soundly. She opened her eyes when she heard the notification sound of her cell phone.
"Oh, there is information."
Judy raised her eyebrows when she realized that this was not her phone. Is this the experiment the boy mentioned? She opened it casually.
The next second, her expression changed slightly, and she saw it written: Who are you?
Interesting, Judy's mouth curled up slightly.
"Hey, teacher, did you see the message I sent?" Hattori Heiji's voice was heard outside the room.
Judy responded loudly: "Oh yes, very explosive information!"
"Ahaha." Hattori Heiji laughed dryly twice. Judy's voice didn't sound the slightest bit fluctuating. She even had time to make a joke. This woman has a good mentality.
Conan couldn't help but frown and asked in a low voice: "Hey, what did you send?"
Hattori Heiji patted Conan's head and said perfunctorily: "You don't have to care about it."
Conan lowered his eyes. Why did these people like to play with his head? Didn't he have any dignity?
After perfunctorily answering Conan's question, Hattori Heiji continued with the second scenario.
Chiba Kazunobu, who was downstairs, was playing the role of Natsuta, holding a camera and taking pictures of the outside of the Takai family building.
Inspector Megure was a little puzzled: "Hey Hattori, can you really unlock the secret room by doing this?"
Hattori Heiji dialed Takagi Wataru's cell phone number. The phone left in the phone was his. He said, "Don't worry. The answer will be revealed soon."
Inspector Megure was helpless because these detectives just liked to be riddlers.
This is the third time I miss my brother Kamiya on his first day away.