Chapter 1121 It’s a substitute user!
Fujino was hanging in his heart, but a few small only paid attention to the other party as a celebrity.
"Since it is a celebrity and a senior writer, then he must live in a mansion, right?!"
"In this case, there must be a dedicated chef at home!"
"Finally, we will definitely invite us to have a rich dinner!"
"Maybe there will be magic performances!"
Listening to a few small expectations, Fujino was just silent.
These children, for fear of freelance writers, aren't there any inexplicable fantasies?
Really famous literary creators are all writers and reporters.
Where will there be writers who claim to be freelance?
There is just humility, you believe you are stupid.
The freelance writer, saying badly, is no different from freelancers, just to promote the guise of employment rates, and give a little face to the street with zero work. What do you do.
Maybe there will be a real rich brother.
But can a rich brother interview you?
Fujino looked through the nature of the other party at a glance, but a few of them still had an hope of it.
Fujino couldn't bear to destroy the child's innocence.
Then, a shabby apartment directly broke their dreams.
The freelance writer lives in a six -way apartment, which is equivalent to low -rent housing. It belongs to the place where the underlying migrant workers live. The killing case in this place can still be cut half and cut to half.
You know, Doroaba Amusement Park has nearly 10,000 yuan at a time.
Four houses are equivalent to staying in vain.
"This room is too small ..."
"Isn't it a celebrity? Why do you live in such a tattered place?"
"It seems that you are ready ... Like this kind of place, where will there be any camera interviews?"
Several signs deeply sighed, and felt that they were well -prepared for in vain.
Fujino captured the key point, and asked Xiaolin Chengzi: "Well, Teacher Kobayashi, are you sure he invited you to interview his home?"
Normally, people who live in such a place, because of the psychology of inferiority, should not arrange this slightly formal thing to their own house, Fujino secretly thought in his heart.
Xiaolin Chengzi heard that he was stunned, and suddenly his face changed, and he said, "I forgot ... Speaking of him, he seemed to ask me to call him to a nearby family restaurant."
"..."
Everyone looked at Xiaolin Chengzi silently.
Fujino understood the teacher's design: It turned out to be natural ...
It's almost the same as Sato, but it is a little worse.
Well, this teacher Kobayashi is not a fierce woman, in various senses.
Come here and can't go back.
Therefore, the disappointment only held the idea of going home to eat quickly, and went upstairs to plan to resolve the interview battle with the opponent's quick decision.
"Isn't he at home?"
"Shouldn't you still sleep?"
"But the door is not locked yet ..."
Xiaolin Chengzi poked the doorbell, but found that no one answered the other party.
Take another look, the newspaper at the door is still hung over there.
Yuan Tai reached out and tentatively tentatively took a look at the door of the room door.
It was found that the door was not locked.
End spicy!
Fujio was stunned in his heart, and immediately realized the key elements.
People must be cold!
"Detecting the system task, please pay attention to check."
"System task: Freedom writer of tragic death
Task Introduction: If you are interviewed, you come to the home of the freelance writer, and then the freelance writer will die. Is it death or you? This is a problem.
Task goal: Find the murderer who kills freelance writers
Mission rewards: 10 million yen, 1,000 detective reputation, 10 detective coins, 1,000 free distribution experience. "
After spicy, this person is completely gone.
Fujino looked at the system task in front of him and stretched out his hand directly to Kai Yuan Tai holding the handle hand.
A scared face was aggressive.
I thought I had done something wrong, and I had to be violent with a wooden knife.
Fujino just took out white gloves from his pocket and put on his hand, and then opened the door.
The door of the door made a branches.
In the dark sixteen rental houses, the blonde men wearing black -column vests leaned on the wall, and their heads were full of blood.
"ah--!!!"
The screaming sound is as good as ever.
The Bu Mei of the atmosphere was called out.
"Mr. Shansen ...?"
Kobayashi Chengzi looked at the big writer who was dead in front of him and stunned directly.
The day before yesterday, I talked about the interview. Yesterday, I said goodbye ...
Why are you lying on the ground today?
When Conan saw someone died, he started directly and went to the front to stop her: "Teacher Kobayashi, don't move!"
"ah……?"
"He is afraid of the teacher, you are suspected of being stained."
Grayhara was very clear that Xiao Lin Chengzi had not been harmed by Conan, the little death, and explained lightly: "If you entered this room with the teacher who met him, you may be recognized if you leave any evidence, it is likely to be recognized. Become a murderer. "
"Is this so?"
Kobayashi Kono looked at Fujino and Conan walked in to check the situation of the corpse.
How do you feel that these two people are so skilled?
Even Fujino, what is Conan?
At this time, Fujino had squatted down to check the situation of the corpse to make a simple vision: "From the perspective of the rigid situation of the corpse, the death time has exceeded six hours. It's broken. "
Conan followed, and turned around the street to look around: "In addition, the landline phone also sticks to blood, it seems that he was killed here, and the blood stains on the message case on the landline phone ... … It seems to be wiped down. "
Fujino looked at it: "It seemed that the person pressed the button at that time, so that these blood would be wiped out, and from the situation, when he was murderer, he should wear gloves and not absorb water. kind."
"Huh? What did you see?"
When Conan heard the words, he looked at Fujino doubtful, and then he saw that Fujino took off his gloves and put it in the syndrome bag: "My gloves were stained with blood, but after I came to this room Without touching anything, after I put on gloves, the only thing to contact is the door handle of the door, so the door handle should be stained with blood. "" "
"You can protect the door handle in the past, don't let others encounter, I call the police."
"Why don't you go?"
"Forgot who is detective?"
"I'll go ..."
Conan leaned his lips and felt that the dog of Fujino was taking himself as a little brother.
Damn, what kind of brain did I get a brain to borrow Fujino's identity fox fake tiger prestige!
Now I was completely held by Fujino's goods ...
..............
Soon, the police rushed to the scene.
What came was Sato wearing a rice -white professional suit.
I just returned home from the explosion scene yesterday, and then encountered the murder case the next afternoon, Sato Mika was quite speechless.
She stood at the door, watched the welcoming Fujino, and couldn't help vomiting: "So, this time you encountered a killing case because of coincidence?"
"Guess right."
"Is it always always?"
"Que's."
Fujino nodded, and then looked at her next to her: "Why, you came over with a learned lesson today, and Brother Mu did not come?"
Sato Misuke's hands around the chest, sighed and explained: "The twilight police department is still dealing with the bombing case. The white bird is also investigating. It is estimated that there are no other people at the scene. I have a formal police officer to help you support the scene with law enforcement power. "
"So, how did you investigate this case?"
"Okay, but still have to wait for you to help. After all, you are doing what you are doing. By the way, there is another thing. After a while, you should not be scared."
"What? How many corpses have I seen, what can I scare me."
There is no mistake, one post, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, a book, one, one, a look!
"It's not a corpse, but it will definitely surprise you."
"ha?"
Fujino said, and went up with Sato Mi and Ao.
Sato Misako and Akihiko said to Tengye's acknowledged something, it seemed particularly puzzled.
What else can scare her?
Then the two came to the corridor on the second floor of Liulianjian.
Fujino shouted in front: "Teacher Kobayashi, the police are here."
"Police ... Ah?"
"ah?"
Xiao Lin Chengzi, who Wen Sheng, looked back, looked at Fujino's reverse, and then saw a woman who looked exactly like herself.
Although she had a prevention needle before, she was still embarrassed.
And Sato, who has no preparation at all, is even more intense.
Rather than saying fierce, it is even more serious about the impact of the worldview.
The head directly became blank as if the head made Lei split.
Xiao Lin Chengzi has already seen the photos of Sato Misako.
So with the preparation of thought, she was the first to be God.
Sir raised his hand and smiled and greeted: "Hello ..."
"Two ... Double?"
"Hey, Fujino, what's going on!"
"What kind of ghost you are doing?"
Sato Misako responded, and frowned and retreated to Fujio. She looked at the woman who looked exactly like herself in front of her, and asked about Fujino.
At the same time, a series of questions flashed quickly in the head:
What kind of ghost, how can I look exactly the same as me?
Am I become a stand -in?
Or is the two ... so I am about to die? Intersection
No, how can I die so young!
Sato's place into a flustered little fox.
Fujino looked at her like this, and couldn't help but speechless.
In neon, when you encounter the same appearance as yourself, it is actually some saying.
For example, older.
It will think that this is a symbol of unlucky life, which may symbolize doom and death. When you see people who look like themselves, they will die soon.
There is also such a statement in the West, and it also made a movie replacing the ontology movie.
So, the fierce woman is quite afraid of metaphysics?
Helplessly, Fujino explained: "This is Kobayashi, a year B of Dan Dan Elementary School, is the class teacher of this group of children. What are you panic, do you still be afraid of this stuff?"
"What is fear!"
Sato Miwako stretched her neck: "Who would have no reaction when seeing someone who looks like them?"
"Me."
Fujiano crossed his arms and said: "I have met him before, but he is dark-skinned."
"Dark-skinned?"
Sato Miwako thought about it after hearing this. When they first met, she always felt that Fujino's face did seem familiar to her.
If it was dark-skinned, it would feel even more familiar.
But why can't I remember where I have seen him before...
Well, I must have seen him somewhere.
It can't be love at first sight, right?
That would be too abnormal.
Fujiano didn't know what Sajian was thinking, and he didn't like to guess what girls were thinking.
Then, he looked at the two people who looked similar: "So, you two are not relatives or something?"
"What do you mean?"
Fujiano explained: "People's appearance is determined by genes, involving genetics. You must have the same gene fragments, and it is very likely that you are relatives."
"Is that so?"
The two murmured in confusion and looked at each other.
Everyone has thought about whether there are people who look like them in this world.
But when you really meet one, it feels very strange.
Sato Miwako thought it was a bit too much to talk about relatives in a place where someone just died, so she took the forensic department to the crime scene.
She searched the scene and found something to prove his identity: "The deceased is Masato Sugimori, 32 years old this year, a freelance writer, right? Is that the identity you know, Mr. Kobayashi?"
"Yes."
Kobayashi Sumiko felt that it was a bit strange for two people with similar looks to stand together, so she took off her contact lenses, put on her square-framed glasses, and explained: "We agreed to come here for an interview today, and then we came here and saw that he was already lying there."
"Then when was the last time you two talked?"
"It was probably between the third and fourth classes yesterday, at 11:22 in the morning."
Kobayashi Sumiko took out her mobile phone to find the call records and provided a limited time of death. Sato Miwako thought: "In this case, he was still alive at least until 11 o'clock yesterday. As for the murder weapon, Fujino did find it, which was a tripod, and the door was not locked. So If the other party is an acquaintance of the victim, then the scope of the murderer should be determined. "
"I don't think it's necessary to be so troublesome!"
Conan, who was following behind secretly, suddenly said: "Officer Sato, look at the phone on the low table. It's also stained with blood, right? The message light on the button is flashing, and there is a piece of blood on it that has been wiped off. And Brother Fujino also said that there is blood on the door handle, which may be pressed by the murderer!"
"Yes, that's right."
Sato Miwako touched her chin: "The key to the door is on the table, and the door is not locked deliberately. If so, it may be that the other party has specially arranged it to create an alibi."
Conan nodded and echoed in a deep voice: "So in this way, it can be determined that the murderer is among these four people!"
"Yeah..."
Conan is showing off his operation crazily, and others have long been accustomed to it.
Even Sato Miwako didn't feel anything strange.
However, Kobayashi Sumiko on the side was not used to it.
She just watched quietly as a harmless six or seven-year-old kid ran into the crime scene, crouched beside the body and frantically searched, then chatted happily with the police, and even found a key clue. She was stunned.
Her eyes were full of confusion.
Are all kids nowadays so outrageous?
