Chapter 318 Skull in the Mud
"Really? What do the police want from us so late at night?" Okuma Isamu, who had the most attitude, asked impatiently.
"That's right, I want to ask you guys what you were doing around five in the evening?" Shancuncao asked, holding the police manual, ready to take notes at any time.
Around five in the evening, the time when Yuya and his team found the body was consistent with the preliminary autopsy results obtained by the forensic officer.
Although Okuma's attitude was bad, he was surprisingly cooperative and was the first to speak: "Sleep in the room."
Tamakuni Tatsuzo squinted his eyes, which could no longer see, and said, "I was taking a shower."
The foreigner was the last to answer: "I went for a walk around here."
Although they disclosed their actions, none of the three people could provide an alibi for them.
Suzuki Sonoko pulled Mouri Ran and Miyano Shiho to the side and whispered to each other.
"Do you think the man with the nose ring is suspicious?" Suzuki Sonoko whispered, "He doesn't look like a good person at first glance. Maybe he doesn't know Chinese characters, so the uncle asked me to write Katakana."
Mao Lilan said: "If that's the case, then that old man is also suspicious. You can see that his eyesight must be poor. Maybe it's because the Chinese characters are too small to see clearly."
Miyano Shiho, who had been watching Yuya's reasoning, also made great progress in her reasoning ability. She felt that the reasoning of these two people was very subjective, but after thinking about it, she felt that she should match the atmosphere.
So he analyzed, "I think that foreigner is the most suspicious. Although his Japanese has a strange accent, it's still standard. It may be a bit difficult for him to understand the Chinese characters, but if it's Katakana or Hiragana, he should be able to understand it right away, right?"
Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Li Ran nodded in agreement.
Yuya, who was standing nearby, heard their whispers and almost couldn't help laughing out loud - exactly the same analysis, but in reality, none of it made any sense.
Over there, Yamamura Cao continued to ask: "Do you know "Red Maple Leaves in Winter"?"
Okuma was puzzled: "What is that?"
Cotton Guan Chen San shook his head: "I haven't heard of it."
The foreigner looked confused: "In winter, the maple leaves should all fall off, right?"
Shancun Cao thought for a moment and said doubtfully, "I see. You must know but are pretending not to know, right?"
He looked at the time and found that it was the time for the show to be broadcast, so he took out his mobile TV and turned it on, but was surprised to find that what was playing was not "Red Leaves in Winter", but a karate competition.
The three suspects all looked confused. What does it mean? The red leaves in winter are a karate competition? What kind of competition has such a meaningful name?
Just then, the commentary voice came from the TV, and at the same time a name came into Suzuki Sonoko's ears.
She grabbed the mobile TV and looked at the screen excitedly. This time, she clearly heard the name called out - Kyogoku Makoto! At the same time, the screen also showed photos of Kyogoku Makoto doing various karate poses.
Suzuki Sonoko immediately started shouting excitedly, her little face turning red.
"Huh?" Mao Lilan was also surprised. "Mr. Kyogoku is going to participate in the European Karate King Challenge? Didn't he mention it to you?" Sonoko never mentioned this at all.
Suzuki Sonoko smiled as she watched the TV and said, "He said that if I saw him lose the game, he would rather commit seppuku, so he refused to tell me about his participation in the competition. I didn't expect that I would be so lucky this time~lucky~~~"
"Have you ever tried seppuku?" Mao Li Ran was shocked. Is it that serious?
If she lost the game, she would have to commit seppuku... Ran Mouri thought about her own experiences. Fortunately, she had never lost a formal competition, so she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
But he immediately became anxious again. No, he had to continue to intensify his training after returning. What if he lost the competition? Would he really have to commit seppuku to apologize?
Conan and Yuya's mouths twitched at the same time. They knew Kyogoku's strength too well. There was no one in this world who could beat him, right?
Even Yuya didn't have the confidence that he could beat Kyogoku Makoto in a duel.
The two are indeed equally skilled in karate, but Kyogoku Makoto has been practicing hard for many years and is much stronger than Yuya in terms of his willpower and physique.
At this moment, the police officer who confirmed the identity of the deceased with the film and television company came back. He said that there was no AD named HOZUMI in the crew, but for the sake of caution he still asked for the crew's list of personnel.
Shancun Cao took a closer look and couldn't help but ask, "Is this list okay? Why are there dates mixed in? Are they all real names?"
The police officer confirmed: "I have already confirmed this. They are all real names."
"That's strange..." Shancuncao touched his head, very confused.
"Date?" A flash of lightning flashed through Conan's mind, and he immediately figured out the key information and understood the meaning of the uncle's death message.
He couldn't help but glance at Yuya, and found that he was also looking at him. The two smiled in tacit understanding, turned around and left the hotel.
Conan was running quickly in front with his short legs. He was about to say something when he found that Youya was missing. Just as he was wondering, he saw Youya catching up with him.
"Where have you been?" Conan asked puzzledly.
"Nothing." Yuya replied casually, overtaking Conan and running to the front.
"Wait for me!" Conan was anxious and quickly sped up to catch up.
Soon, the two arrived at the maple tree that Conan climbed in the morning.
The reason we came here is because this maple tree is quite a distance away from the other maple trees hung with red handkerchiefs, and there are no red handkerchiefs hanging on the nearby trees except this one.
Most people would not tie a red handkerchief so far away from a check-in attraction. There is nothing wrong with it originally, but it seems very suspicious in the context of the case.
After walking around under the tree, I found a soft ground with traces of excavation.
Both of them stood still for a moment.
Conan looked up at Yuya and gave him a look.
Yuya raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and looked away.
Conan:? ? ?
"Hey..." Conan raised his hand and pulled on Yuya's clothes.
"What?" Yuya looked down at Conan.
Conan pointed to the soil.
"Hmm?" Youya replied with a nasal sound.
Conan's forehead darkened. He realized that Yuya had no intention of digging the ground.
There was no other way. Conan, eager to know the answer, could only kneel in front of the soil with tears in his eyes and gritted his teeth, then quickly dug it up with his hands.
Yuya stood behind, watching Conan work hard with a carefree look on his face.
Fortunately, the soil here had been dug recently and was very soft, so it didn't take much effort to dig it up. The things underneath might have been dug out once and weren't buried very deep.
Soon, the upper part of a human skull was exposed.
"I see..." Conan looked up at the red handkerchief above his head, "The so-called winter red leaves, is this the mark?"
"It looks like that, but I don't know whose it is. It has turned into bones. It looks like it has been quite a few years." Youye supported his knees with his hands, bent down and looked at the half-exposed skull.
Conan looked at Yuya speechlessly with a frown on his face. This was clearly dug out by him, so why was this guy looking at it as if it was a matter of course?