After Mizumatsu walked into the scene, Conan ran to Ai Haibara: "Haibara, what are you talking about for smoke...?"

Haibara Ai said nothing, just nodded simply.

As for the other children, to be honest, they are used to whether these two people suddenly make code words and are too lazy to eat jealous.

When Mizumatsu stepped into the scene, the autopsy was still underway. Seeing Mizumatsu coming, Komorimaru took off his mask and reported: "The preliminary autopsy result was about two hours. The cause of death was hit by a blunt weapon. The tiny porcelain fragments were found in the wound. The source should be the vase fragments next to the body. "At Mizumatsu's request, the identification results of the murder weapon were never too full, so as not to cause any unexpected situations.

"Well." Mizumatsu nodded, Komorimaru went back to continue the unfinished autopsy, and then Kato Kumatsu came over: "The deceased is the owner of the house here, originally Gao Ping, who was... what should I say? He is a novel writer, but there are no works at the moment." Kato Kumatsu scratched his head, and this identity is hard to describe.

Mizumashima looked at Kato Kumashiro expressionlessly.

Kato Kumatsu continued: "The most conspicuous and suspicious thing at the moment is that many things in this room, such as comic books, racing cars, vases, etc., are placed upside down."

"What's the reason?" Mizumatsu continued to look at Kato Kumatsu.

"It's not yet... it's been found out." Kato Kuma Nobu suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Then you go check it out! Tell me what the use of these things you can see at a glance!" Mizumatsu sprayed Kato Kumatsu again.

Kato Kuma Nobu left in disgrace. He doubted whether Mizumaki hated him very much. He was so picky.

Mizumatsu went to see the upside-down things, and when he saw this scene, Kato Kuma Nobu felt even more malice.

The first thing that Shui Jianyue read was the bookshelf. Most of the novels, comic books, social sciences and reference books accounted for only a small part.

Now all books are placed upside down, and the spine is still facing outward, but are just upside down.

Is it more convenient to read the reversed books? Mizuki wrinkles every day, and gestures from the air to pull out the inverted books and read them. The conclusion is that it will only be more uncomfortable.

Mizumatsu noticed a comic book, and the cover actually ran out halfway because he felt that it was very likely that the deceased hurriedly put it back before his death. Mizumatsu wanted to come with a Polaroid camera, took two photos and took it out, and of course the gloves were worn at the beginning.

This is just an ordinary comic book. The story is vulgar and dull, and the only thing is that the picture is relatively exquisite. Mizumatsu turned the book page by page and did not see any marks.

Moreover, the book itself is also very new. Perhaps its owner originally bought it and only read it once and put it on the bookshelf without asking about it.

Out of caution, Mizumatsu copied the comic name, author and other information on the criminal police manual before stuffing it back.

Kato Katsushiro was observing car models, and he was a little interested in these things.

Whether it is a sedan, a sports car, or a tank model, it is placed on the table with four corners facing the sky, like a series of car accidents in a major market.

Humbu Nobu Kato found some tiny fragments. When he looked closely, he turned out to be paint on the surface of the model. These models had been damaged to varying degrees, especially the convertible sports car. If you look carefully, you will find that its "windshield" has been seriously deformed. It seems that these models have pressed some heavy objects after their feet facing the sky.

Kato Kuma Nobuki became alert. Although he did not have the hobby of collecting models, his friends around him had several collectors. They didn't have the baby to do their own models. Not to mention breaking them, even outsiders couldn't help touching them. They couldn't even give up touching them too much. They could not touch them except for dust cleaning, and they were talking about the oils in the human body or the like that would accelerate oxidation.

So why did the deceased's model be turned over so roughly? Kato Kumatsu looked at it very carefully. There was no dust near the fragments and under the fragments, which showed that the damage to the model was the latest.

"Come here to check the fingerprints here!" Kato Kuma Nobu said to the forensic staff.

"Check the fingerprints on these books!" Mizumatsu said to the forensic staff.

"Eh?" Kato Kuma Nobuki and Mizumatsu looked at each other.

"Let's go and see the police department first." Kato Kumatsu said quickly, because there was only one forensic person coming over, and the others were doing various appraisals and couldn't get away.

"I don't have a hurry here, let's see what Kato found." Mizumatsu said.

The forensic officer looked at the two of them in a tangled manner, wishing he could turn around and leave and find somewhere else to investigate.

"Meow~" Suddenly a cat's cry was heard in the house.

"Where did the cat come from? Did the deceased raise cats?" Mizumatsu frowned and looked for the place where the cats were meowing.

"There is there!" The forensic officer's eyes lit up and he immediately rushed over to catch the cat.

"Meow Meow-!" I didn't expect this cat to be very fierce. If it weren't for hiding quickly, it might have been bitten.

"That's my cat!" A person broke in outside, and the other two first discovered people, except for the teenager's death group.

"Hey hey hey! Don't come in! This is the crime scene!" Akito Nishienji stood at the door and stopped him.

Aritoto Nishienji has been provoking Mizumaki since the first day of Mizumaki taking office, but Mizumaki has never had time to pay attention to him.

Over time, Mizumatsu discovered that Aitoto Nishienji was like a rebellious boy, who was just to find a sense of existence. He was satisfied with everyone, and he seemed to be dissatisfied with everyone, making him feel so great.

This kind of personality is still very useful as long as it is used in the right place, such as the door guard.

"I was just afraid that my Nobel would hurt people. If I were not there, it would be like crazy. Besides, I came in before calling the police." The man explained.

"That's not OK, go out!" As expected, a friend from Xiyuan Temple was very dedicated to driving people.

Just then, the cat named Nobel recognized his master, and shouted excitedly and threw himself into the man's arms. The man went out directly.

The white bird then walked in.

"The situation has been investigated clearly?" Mizumatsu asked Shiraki. After Mizumatsu entered the present, Shiraki found the people who discovered the situation and formed a fixed pattern after being transferred to the second system.

"Well." Shiraki nodded: "The person who came in to look for the cat just now was Wantian Nianjiu. He is a novelist. He is his editor with him. Today they are discussing the article printing and the publication of new books. They are located in Wantian Nianjiu's home, which is the house opposite. Wantian Nianjiu was originally Gao Ping's teacher. They saw that the teenage detective team who had knocked a baseball into the window walked into the original home, and they followed in out of concern.

"Novelist?" Mizumatsu frowned. He was a little sensitive to this profession.

"Not a mystery novelist." Shiraki knew very well what Mizumaki's problem was: "Mr. Wantian is an excellent writer of the era. "Shiraki really wanted to know if there is a place to treat "detective syndrome".

"Teacher Wantian?" Mizumatsu stretched out his frown, but he picked up because of this word.

"Actually, I liked his books very much before." Shirou shrugged: "I have lost interest in him in recent years and always felt that I have lost some taste. Maybe I have changed."

"How is that little fat man?" Mizumatsu asked again.

"I called a police officer and bought six ice creams. The little fat man is now the same as usual." Bai Bird laughed.

"Eat ice cream this season? Aren't you afraid that they will have diarrhea?" Mizuki thought that Shirou bought an ice cream for each of the six little ghosts in the teenager's death group.

"It's almost done, who told the little fat man to eat all six ice creams?" Bai Bird spread his hands.
Chapter completed!