Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

Dark night, grove.

"It feels a little cold," a woman said.

"Me too, hold on a little longer," a man said.

"The third place is ahead." Another man's voice came.

"Shuh!" The sound of the searchlight flashlight being turned on.

The pale and dazzling light hit the grass, and the reflection also reflected the faces of the three people, naturally Mizuma Yue, Sato Miwako, and Takagi Shibu.

It has been a week since the case happened here. The police have already felt that there is no value to be excavated here. They have ended the on-site protection here. The broken yellow isolation belt is scattered all over the ground, and the white line that outlines the body of the deceased is also blurred. Not clear.

"Come on, if you find 'that' here too, it will be a big discovery." Mizumayuki put the searchlight on a stone and raised the shovel on her shoulder.

A closer look reveals that not only Miwazuki, but also Miwako Sato and Takagi are carrying brand new shovels stained with soil on their shoulders.

"Okay! Excavation!" Sato Miwako raised his shovel and issued an attack password.

The soil was frozen a little hard by the cold air of early autumn, but the three of them were not digging a hole, but just turned over the surface of the soil, which was not particularly laborious.

"Found it!" Sato Miwako exclaimed excitedly. Under the ground she just dug, there were four deep holes arranged in equilateral triangles, three at the vertices of the triangle, and one large hole in the middle of the triangle.

This was discovered by three people unconsciously at the first crime scene, and then bought a shovel to go to the second and third scene for verification. Sure enough, they found that such traces can be seen at every scene. I took a picture, and then sent it to Shiratori directly by email—to the old-fashioned two old-fashioned police officers, Matsumoto and Matsumoto, Mizuma was afraid that the email would go to waste, and as for the camera—the three Ma Daha hurriedly forgot to prepare.

It was obvious that something like a tripod was plugged in here, and after pulling it out, the other party deliberately filled the hole with his foot to cover it up, but in fact it only filled the surface of the hole, and it was enough to lift it with a shovel or even kick it hard with the foot. expose it.

In fact, the first hole in the scene was kicked out by Mizumayuki, who was bored and unwilling to find nothing.

"What are you doing now? Tokyo will still be in the next scene." Sato Miwako asked Mizuma Yue excitedly.

Miwazuki looked at Sato Miwako and Takagi who were exhausted in excitement, blinked her dry eyes, and finally decided: "Find a place to rest nearby, and then go to the other three sites tomorrow morning."

"It's understandable to rest, don't you just go back to Tokyo tomorrow morning?" asked Mikazu Sato.

"No, it must be confirmed that all six sites have the same traces." Mizuma Yue said: "Otherwise, some people will still suspect that it is a coincidence."

The three drove the car back to the city and found a hotel to open two rooms, of course, Mizuma Yue and Takagi lived in one.

At night, just when Mizumayuki was about to go to bed, he suddenly received a call from Conan. Speaking of which, he couldn't remember when he saved Conan's phone number.

Are there any important clues? Preempted by detectives again? Mizumayue answered the phone with a hint of apprehension.

"Hello? Officer Mizuma, brother Mizuma? Are you busy?" As soon as he answered the phone, Mizuma found that Conan was more nervous than him, and he had goose bumps in his voice, although the girl might hear it. I think Conan is cute.

"What's wrong? Don't disgust me if you fart." The tone was subconsciously fierce.

It seemed that Conan on the other side of the phone shrank his neck, and said in a more respectful but less disgusting voice: "At the end of today's meeting, Matsumoto police officer told Uncle that I was too naughty, and I was taught a lesson. It took me a while, but I still don't know why."

"Okay, let me ask for you, but you must have done something bad, but you have done too much, and you don't know which incident happened, right?"

"Haha..." Conan laughed dryly.

Mizumayuki thought for a while, and now she called the manager of Matsumoto to ask about this shit, which might disturb his rest, so she told Conan: "It's too late, I'll ask you again tomorrow, just wait, remember to be honest ."

"Okay..." Conan said gloomily, and then both of them hung up.

There was nothing to say that night. Early the next morning, when the three of them rushed to the fourth site with shovels and cameras, the meeting continued in Tokyo.

"Everyone is sitting here, so it's a pity to explain that there is no breakthrough in the search in all directions, so let's sort out some new clues." Matsumoto manager said.

"What about the police officer who was very talkative yesterday? It seems that none of the three of them are here, right?" Yamato said, he just really had doubts, but people who didn't know him would think he was just listening to this sentence. It's stinging.

"In fact, they have been at the scene of the crime since yesterday afternoon," explained the manager of Matsumoto.

"Those scenes have been smashed by us. Don't the police in Tokyo trust our ability?" a police officer suddenly said with his arms crossed.

Manager Matsumoto remembered that this person was Kaigoin Yamari, a criminal of Kanagawa.

"I said it yesterday! Let me put aside the ridiculous sectarian views and utilitarian struggles!" Manager Matsumoto slapped the table~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and made the cups above jump up.

"And, not attacking you, they did find something special at the scene." With a wave of the Matsumoto manager, Shiratori immediately posted the three photos sent by Tsuki Mizuma, which had been printed overnight, on the whiteboard.

"This... This is to dig up the ground? Just kidding? Who can do it? Who can think of it, this is the trace you made yourself, right?" As soon as he saw the photo, Kai Yuyuan Shanli understood what was going on. Unbelievable subconscious said loudly.

"Pay attention to your wording!" Manager Matsumoto's majestic voice seemed to contain anger, but then he boasted in a proud tone: "Officer Mizuma Tsuki has always been one of our trump cards, and is best at digging out others on the scene. A miracle in a blind spot of thinking."

If Mizuma Tsuki heard the evaluation of Matsumoto's management here, she might be grateful.

The detectives from the rest of the places exchanged glances, and none of them mentioned the incident of "the policeman holding his head and crying at the scene", but it's true that the name "Roaring Teacher" is as famous as the former. Everyone knows the water. Yue trained a group of well-trained forensic officers.

"Let's get down to business, what do you guys think formed this thing?" The Mumu Police Department came out and changed the topic!

"Camera tripod!" An idiot jumped up.

"Idiot! Whose camera tripod has four feet inserted ten centimeters underground!" The idiot's idol, Uncle Maori, retorted himself.

"what is that?"

"Hum..." Uncle Maori had the habit of twisting his beard for some unknown voice, and said in a long voice, "Of course..."