Chapter 217: The floppy disk containing the diary

Chapter 217: The floppy disk containing the diary

The Red Team's hard-working Inspector Megure arrived with his fellow police officers.

After inspecting the scene, the forensic officer found no obvious external injuries on the body and drugs to relieve heart pressure were scattered on the table. The cause of death was temporarily determined to be a heart attack, but the specific cause of death still requires an autopsy.

Takagi Shigeru contacted Itakura Taku's attending physician and said that Itakura Taku's heart had seriously deteriorated and that the surgery was originally planned to be performed after the work was completed.

Now it’s better. I don’t need to go through the pain of surgery anymore.

Inspector Megure sighed and said to Maori Kogoro: "It seems that there is no chance for you to appear this time."

Kogoro Mouri covered the back of his head and laughed exaggeratedly.

As for why the person was not discovered for two days after his death, according to the three clients, Itakura Taku hated other people coming in and out of the room when he was working, so no cleaner came to clean the room and no one would have discovered it.

Subei said that he once accidentally moved Itakura Taku's documents by a few centimeters, and he got furious and scolded him.

Soma looked disdainful and said, "Besides, the sheets in his house are rarely changed. It's normal that the hotel cleaners have never entered the room."

The three of them spoke one sentence each, describing Itakura Taku's daily habits clearly: he hated others entering his room, was sloppy and never changed his bed, and had a strong obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Maori Kogoro sighed: "With such a personality, it's no wonder that he ended up like this hiding in a hotel alone..."

Conan obviously had a different opinion. He said innocently, "But I think this uncle is very clean."

"Ah?" Kogoro Mouri looked at Conan in confusion.

"Look," Conan pointed at the saliva marks on Itakura Taku's mouth and said, "He was sleeping on the table, with so much saliva around his mouth, but the table is very clean!"

Maori Kogoro subconsciously refuted Conan's words: "What's so strange about this kind of thing? It was wiped off!"

"By whom?" Conan asked, blinking.

Kogoro Mouri was suddenly speechless. Itakura Taku had a heart attack and died. He didn't even wipe the saliva from his mouth. How could he have the time to wipe the table?

Inspector Megure also realized that something was wrong: "Indeed, and people who have a heart attack usually roll around on the ground in pain. It is indeed a bit strange to sit in a chair like this."

When Kogoro Mori and others arrived, everyone saw Taku Itakura sitting there, leaning on the table as if he was sleeping.

"If that's the case, it's really strange," the forensic officer also spoke up. "The deceased's hands were covering his chest. If he really died while sitting and lying on the table, his hands should have been stuck between his body and the table after the body stiffened. But there was no such mark on the deceased's hands."

Maori Kogoro subconsciously analyzed: "But, the state of rigor mortis means that he died lying on the table, right? It's impossible that someone tied Mr. Itakura to the chair in this position and waited for him to die before..."

As he spoke, Kogoro Mouri's face suddenly turned ugly, and he couldn't help but look at Inspector Megure.

Inspector Megure's face darkened: "So that's how it is. Maybe Mr. Itakura was tied up by someone, which led to his death because he didn't have time to take the medicine."

He glanced at the medicine on the table. It had clearly been opened, and there were several pills scattered on the table. If Itakura Taku was suffering from a normal illness, he would have had time to take the medicine even if he was in pain, right?

"How about it? Are there any signs of being tied up on the deceased's body?" Inspector Megure looked at the forensic officer.

The forensic officer said: "There are no signs of rope binding, but there are signs of large-scale external pressure."

"Hmm?" Kogoro Mouri and Inspector Megure frowned in thought. What does this mean?

Seeing this, Conan once again used his acting skills that made even Kudo Yukiko feel extremely embarrassed, and drew the two people's attention to the blanket on the bed.

Maori Kogoro's eyes lit up. "I see. All we need to do is tie up Mr. Itakura with a blanket, stuff a pillow on his stomach, and use tape to secure him to the chair. Then, wait until Mr. Itakura dies of a heart attack and his body becomes stiff before releasing him. This will create the illusion that Mr. Itakura died of a heart attack while lying on the table."

Inspector Megure nodded in agreement: "That's right, this way there won't be any obvious traces left."

Takagi Wataru checked around the chair and found something strange on the table leg: "Although it has been wiped, there are still some sticky marks left by the tape. The chair must have been fixed here with tape."

"Takagi, go and investigate immediately to see if there are any suspicious people who have come to see Mr. Itakura." Inspector Megure said loudly.

"Yes!"

Kogoro Mori rubbed the back of his head and told the other person that he had learned over the phone that Itakura Taku was staying at this hotel, in order to avoid being considered a suspicious person.

Inspector Megure frowned: "If so, doesn't it mean that someone can use the same method to find Mr. Itakura's location?"

Takagi inquired and found out that someone had called the front desk two or three days ago and said the same thing as Kogoro Mori, pretending to be a guest who had borrowed three kinds of chess pieces. He said that the phone in the room could not make a call and asked the waiter to check it.

But when the waiter came over, he was kicked out by Itakura Taku and said that he had never made such a call.

Inspector Megure looked at Kogoro Maori and said, "Brother Maori, how did you know that Mr. Itakura borrowed three kinds of chess pieces from the hotel?"

Maori Kogoro explained: "A week ago, Itakura Taku sent an email to the three clients. I saw Mr. Itakura's room from the video in the email, and then I came up with this idea."

The circumstances of Itakura Taku's death were highly suspicious, and two or three days ago, before Itakura Taku died, a suspicious phone call happened to come to the hotel to inquire about Itakura Taku's room number. This way, it can be roughly determined that this case is a murder case.

Inspector Megure immediately looked at the three clients with suspicion, "In this case, it is possible that the three of you used the same method to find out Mr. Itakura's address, and then came here to commit the crime."

Subei: No way?

Soma: Huh?

Naito: Nani?

The three of them were confused. How did they suddenly become suspects?

"Hey, hey, hey, how can you suspect us of being the murderer?" Xu Bei cried out in innocence.

Soma agreed, "That's right, we asked Mr. Maori to help us find someone."

Naito agreed: "That's right, who would go to a detective after killing someone?"

Finally, the three of them said in unison: "That's right, if you suspect us to be the murderer, then show us the evidence! Prove that we have been here!"

Inspector Megure:...So what’s going on, these three people?

Kogoro Mori:···

Conan's eyes lit up. Isn't this a good opportunity to check the diary floppy disk?

He pointed at the floppy disk in the bag and said loudly, "In that case, why don't we take a look at Mr. Itakura's diary? Who knows what's written in it?"

"Takagi." Inspector Megure signaled.

Takagi Wataru took out the floppy disk and put it into Itakura Taku's laptop.

"It seems that Mr. Itakura has always had the habit of writing a diary. There are five years of records in here." Takagi Shigeru said after checking the documents inside.

Conan stared at the computer screen eagerly. In the five-year diary, there must be records about Tequila going to find him two years ago. Maybe he could find information related to the organization.