RNP Chapter 811 Detective Hideyoshi
Chapter 811 Detective Hideyoshi
Chapter 811 Detective Hideyoshi
"It took a total of 47 seconds from the time the elevator left the third floor to the time it returned. During those 47 seconds, that black guy over there was looking for the stairs like a headless fly." Martin pointed at Hattori Heiji and said, "And he hasn't found it yet."
"I want you to be a widower!" Hattori Heiji rolled his eyes.
"But what does 47 seconds have to do with the criminal's mystery cartoonist?" asked Suzuki Sonoko.
Conan: "In low-rise residential buildings below the 12th floor, the elevator generally runs at a speed of one meter per second, and it takes at least four seconds to pass through one floor. The acceleration and deceleration time for starting and stopping also requires an additional second. The opening and closing time of this center-split automatic door will not exceed three seconds. The elevator door will automatically close after a period of time after no one gets on or off. This time varies according to the settings of the elevator manufacturer. We can test it later."
"In other words, we can know which floor the elevator stopped at by just calculating the time." Sera Masumi concluded, squatting beside Conan and touching his head: "This little brother is so smart, just like a detective boy I knew when I was a child..."
Conan froze, then turned around and pretended to be embarrassed by the compliment: "I admire detectives very much, I'm just learning to reason like Uncle Kogoro."
Conan's hypocritical look successfully gave everyone goosebumps.
"But you are even more amazing..." Sera Masumi turned around and looked at Martin: "In that situation, you actually had the leisure to count a few seconds."
Suddenly witnessing a person committing suicide, everyone was a little panicked. The woman who was also an eyewitness even had a brain freeze. Hattori Heiji could only hurriedly catch up to see where the elevator would stop.
It seems that only this guy can calmly think of using countdown to determine the location of the elevator.
"Well, I guess I got stubborn all of a sudden." Martin shrugged. "After seeing that this elevator didn't have a display screen that showed the current floor, I realized that the criminal had taken advantage of this loophole, and I didn't want to let the criminal take advantage of it, so I started counting down."
Next, the police verified the time required for the elevator to reach the 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th floors and then return to the third floor, while also verifying Martin's countdown time - most people are always faster when counting down in their heads.
..., one thousand four five, one thousand four six, one thousand four seven. Martin counted to 47 seconds again: "Stop, how about it?"
"The actual time is 43 seconds." Sera Masumi pressed the stopwatch: "Can you guarantee that the countdown status at that time is the same as it is now?"
"No problem, it's not based on heartbeat or anything like that." Martin nodded.
On the other hand, the police conducted an experiment and found that if the elevator reached the fifth floor and then returned to the third floor, it would take exactly 42 seconds. In other words, according to Martin's testimony, it was very likely that the criminal got off the elevator on the fifth floor.
"Although it can only serve as an auxiliary judgment, let's start investigating the mystery cartoonist who lives on the fifth floor." Inspector Megure and Kogoro Mouri looked at each other, then nodded, and visited the residents on the fifth floor with several detectives, while Xiaolan, Sonoko, and Kazuha stayed where the resident was.
"The lady who lives here, Naoko Izutsu, is a cartoonist of the Detective Girls comics. Her pen name is Kotori Misono." Takagi said before knocking on the door. "Chiba is obsessed with her comics."
"That's really bad news. Her comics will be suspended indefinitely." Martin complained.
Gao Mu knocked on the other party's door.
"Hello Ms. Izutsu, we just met, and I still have some questions I want to ask you."
The person who opened the door was a short-haired woman wearing glasses, about 30 years old. Her hair was wet, and there was a towel around her neck. The air that blew in after the door was opened was filled with moisture.
"I say, didn't that guy Fubu commit suicide? Why are there still so many questions..." Izutsu Naoko looked helpless and puzzled.
Inspector Megure looked at Takagi with a sharp gaze.
Feeling the gaze from behind, Takagi became a little nervous: "Excuse me, how did you know about Mr. Fupu's suicide?"
Although Takagi had lost his sense of confidentiality when dealing with Maori Kogoro, Conan, and even the children, he still had professional ethics when questioning suspects. When he came to confirm the abnormal evidence before, Takagi never said what the cause was.
"Ah? Because Mrs. Naba has already posted this on Twitter." Izutsu Naoko took out her phone to show it, and saw a user tweeted: {The Grim Reaper shot himself in the head in the elevator.}
Mingbo is the woman who witnessed the suicide scene with everyone else. Unexpectedly, when everyone was studying the case, she quietly took out her mobile phone and sent a tweet.
Looking at the number of likes on this tweet and the large number of cheering comments, it can be seen that they should all be victims in this building who were defrauded of their money by the deceased using a pig-killing scam. No wonder Mingbo was eager to announce this matter to the world and celebrate it together.
Only the policemen had speechless black lines on their heads. It seems that in this age where mobile phones can quickly transmit information on a large scale through software such as Twitter and Line, they have to learn to actively remind the relevant people at the scene to keep the matter confidential in their future work.
"That's right. According to the on-site investigation, there is still some evidence that it may be murder." Gao Mu could only say more clearly: "Would it be convenient for us to go in?"
"No problem." The female cartoonist stepped aside to make way.
The room was tidy, except for the only large table which was extremely messy. A large number of tracing tables, dot papers, utility knives, and a large glass cup filled with various dip pens were cluttered on it.
"I heard that you are a mystery cartoonist." Hattori Heiji asked with a very purposeful tone: "Do you have any related ideas? How to make someone pretend to commit suicide in the elevator?"
"It sounds interesting." Izutsu Naoko thought about it calmly, obviously knowing that these people regarded her as a suspect: "If I had such an inspiration, I would draw it into the comics. It would be a waste to use it to kill that guy."
"Would it be convenient to do a smoke test?" There were two forensic personnel behind Takagi, holding chemicals and cotton swabs in their hands.
"No problem." Izutsu Naoko stretched out her left hand. "But as you can see, I just took a shower. It's impossible to detect gunpowder residue, right?"
"Huh?" Conan suddenly asked, "Sister, why did you stretch out your left hand? Judging from the things on the table, you should be right-handed, right?" Izutsu Naoko looked down at Conan and paused, "But I know that Bupu is left-handed. Because I'm a mystery comic writer, I thought more about it when I saw the tweet. He also shot himself with his left hand, right? And he shot himself in front of Mingba. If you suspect it was murder, you will also suspect that the murderer shot him with his left hand, right?"
"I see." Sera Masumi said with a playful look: "Shouldn't the answer be: 'Since both hands need to be checked, it doesn't matter which hand you check first'?"
Izutsu Naoko's pupils shrank for a moment, and then she acted as if she suddenly realized something, and slapped her forehead: "That's right! Since I'm a mystery comic writer, I accidentally think too much, hahahaha..."
Suspicious, very suspicious. The three high school detectives all came to the same conclusion, but they still had to find more solid, irrefutable evidence.
Conan gestured to Martin: Help divert her attention...don't use your elbows.
I can't even move my arms and legs like a girl today. Hideyoshi Martin rolled his eyes at Conan, then turned to Izutsu Naoko and changed his expression again, just like the expression he had before towards Maori Kogoro, with starry eyes full of admiration.
"Teacher Misono, although I didn't bring an autograph book, can you sign for me?" Martin couldn't think of a good idea to divert her attention for a moment, so he just stood there and acted cute.
"Are you my reader?" Izutsu Naoko looked surprised, not knowing whether she really believed it or not. Then she picked up a sketchbook and a dip pen and quickly drew an image of a beautiful girl with twin ponytails holding a magnifying glass. She signed her pen name 'Misono Kotori' below it, then tore it off and handed it to Martin.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, three high school detectives, two adults and one child, wandered around the room, rummaging through things furtively, looking for clues and evidence.
"Thank you, teacher!" Martin acted cute again, then looked at the beautiful girl drawn on the paper, and suddenly got an inspiration: "Teacher, do you have any ideas for a new work?"
"New work?"
"Yes, for example... a famous high school detective was knocked unconscious by a club while tracking a criminal, and then was fed a suspicious drug - when she woke up, she found that she had turned into a little girl!"
Hehe... Conan, who was secretly rummaging through things, had dead eyes and could sense the mocking gaze of Hattori Heiji beside him.
In addition, Sera Masumi also cast an intriguing look at Conan's back at this time.
Martin and Naoko Izutsu had a lively conversation, and thus it was decided that a comic book titled "Detective Kelan" would soon be published.
"Thank you so much, little sister. I haven't asked for your name yet?" Izutsu Naoko held Hideyoshi Martin's hands and shook them up and down excitedly: "When this new work is published, I will add your name as a special thanks - do you want a pen name?"
"Martin, stage name Gin. Also, I'm a boy."
Inspector Megure looked over and said: The name Gin sounds familiar.
Boy? Izutsu Naoko was controlled for three seconds, but as a cartoonist, she accepted cute boys very quickly. After taking a look at Hideyoshi Martin's chest, she suddenly realized: I said, what kind of girl can be like this.
"A-choo!" Sera Masumi suddenly sneezed loudly.
……
"A-choo!" Ling Yu sneezed, then looked around suspiciously: "No way? Is there anyone talking about me at this time?"
She was wearing the standard life-support equipment of the Space Administration, which was like a space suit, isolating the air, air pressure, and temperature she breathed from the environment to prevent the virus from spreading across time. And catching a cold was out of the question.
"Forget it... Let's continue. After the 'Main God Space' incident, this world line that was interfered with by Sister Xiaowu still took a different path from the world line that Sister Xiaowu and I were in, which was not interfered with. Although uncle deliberately went to other worlds to play and delayed his return, there were still some deviations, especially the watch that Sister Xiaowu left for uncle."
As Suzuha spoke, she summoned a light screen and displayed some complex parameters to the Miyano sisters and Dr. Agasa on the opposite side, but none of them could understand it.
Suzuha herself couldn't understand it, she just brought it up on purpose to embarrass them: "As of 'current', the difference between the two world lines is not that big. If you compare the two world lines, the fact that uncle's transformation is different every day is secondary. The key is that due to uncle's occasional waste of abilities... the world itself has become more fragile."
Haibara Ai, who had witnessed the world about to be destroyed, frowned instantly. This was not good news.
"Based on my understanding of uncle, he should have made some preparations. That is to merge this world with other worlds to increase its strength." Ling Yu continued to explain, "But the problem is that the time when uncle stitches the worlds together will be different. Because the world on this world line is more fragile, uncle will start the fusion earlier. The time point of each fused world is different from the original world line. These differences will cause huge deviations in the new world line after it is born."
If the change rate of the two world lines was only 0.01% before the fusion time point, then after this time point, there is a great probability that the change rate will exceed 10%.
"In this way, many unimaginable things will change. For example, I might not be born, and the Space-Time Administration will not be established. In addition, due to the existence of the curvature paradox, we cannot observe what the other world line after the fusion will look like."
"The world line I'm in is not perfect, but it's not particularly bad either. So the Space-Time Administration doesn't want this huge change to happen. This is the purpose of me being sent to this time. The Space-Time Administration hopes that the 'fusion of worlds' will happen at the same time as the original world line, so as to minimize the difference."
Miyano Akemi was a little puzzled: "Shouldn't it be to reinforce this world so that it won't collapse so easily, so that Martin-kun doesn't have to rush to merge the worlds?"
"If there is a good way to strengthen the world, he won't have to merge the worlds." Huiyuan Ai said: "There is no way to postpone the node of world fusion, so the only way is to move time forward, right?"
You can’t postpone what happened on the third day to the fifth day, but you can make the fifth day come on the original third day.
"That's right, so my mission is to speed up the timeline and make time move forward quickly." Ling Yu nodded: "The insignificant price for this is that in the next period of time, events will happen very intensively."
(End of this chapter)