RNP Chapter 809 Don’t Buy a Sweeping Robot
Chapter 809 Don’t Buy a Sweeping Robot
Chapter 809 Don’t Buy a Sweeping Robot
"We're here. This is the building."
Everyone stepped into a high-end apartment, came to the elevator and pressed the button.
"Is this an elevator? There's a window on the door." He Ye was a little surprised. "I've seen glass elevator doors in shopping malls' sightseeing elevators, but this kind of elevator is the first time I've seen one in a residential building."
The upper part of the elevator door here has a glass window, so if there is someone in the elevator, you can almost see the upper body of the person.
“It seems that this type of elevator has become popular in apartments built in recent years,” said local Xiaolan.
"It's the first time I've seen it too." He said to the gardener who was mostly in villas and manors.
"Kita... I didn't see this type when I was in the United States." Sera Masumi was stuck when she spoke. Her external personality was that she had just returned to Japan from the United States, but in fact she ran to Japan from the United Kingdom ten years ago.
Everyone took the elevator to the third floor, where the deceased, Kanzuki Hideri, lived.
Otaki Goro opened the door with the key he had prepared in advance. The body had of course been moved away, but there was still an indescribable smell in the house. Perhaps everyone was overthinking it, as the room had been closed for nearly a month.
"It's right here." Otaki Goro walked to the middle of the room and pointed to the central air conditioner above his head. There was a rope hanging from the air conditioner: "The deceased was hanging here at the time, and his toes were hanging this high."
Otaki Goro gestured near his thigh, and at his feet, an overturned small stool still retained its original state. Even if it was propped up, the stool surface was only at the height of Otaki Goro's knees.
"I don't see any foam boxes or other containers for transporting dry ice." Hattori Heiji looked around and wanted to lightly diss Martin's guess, but he found Martin sitting at the entrance with a bored look on his face, leaning against the wall. Not only him... for the time being, not only did he look uninterested, but even the rabbit was sitting next to him, dozing off with its head on his shoulder.
"Hey, you're not interested anymore?"
"Yeah." Martin nodded and said frankly, "With the great detective away, no fresh corpses, and no 'options' to persecute, I find myself not interested in this case at all."
It’s better to stay at the door, at least the air is fresher than inside.
"Options? What are those?"
"Criminal suspects, don't you think that choosing a murderer from three suspects every time is like answering a multiple-choice question? ...Oh, by the way, this is a rice flower specialty. I don't think there is such a custom in Osaka."
"You are such a twisted person..." Hattori Heiji said in the middle of the night: "If Kudo is still here, would you be interested?"
Combined with Hideyoshi Martin's cute appearance, it sounds like Mao Li Ran has turned into Mouri Ran.
Sera Masumi was very perceptive: "Kudo?"
Hattori Heiji instantly felt the murderous gaze of Xiaolan.
"Misunderstanding, Hattori-kun." Xiaolan said with a smile, very 'friendly': "The Great Detective is the nickname Martin-kun gave to Conan, not Kudo."
When they were almost able to smooth it over, Sonoko standing by suddenly became puzzled: "Isn't that right? Doesn't this guy call Shinichi-kun the Great Detective? And he also said that tall people and short people won't be together... Ugh!"
Xiaolan hurriedly covered Yuanzi's mouth with her hands: "Yuanzi, you remembered it wrong!"
Then Xiaolan looked back guiltily at Sera Masumi, and sure enough, Sera Masumi was looking at her and Sonoko with amusement. That look was not of confusion or curiosity, but exactly the same look Shinichi had when he was investigating the case!
It’s bad, the more you wipe it, the darker it gets!
However, at this time, Sera Masumi was more interested in the case. She turned around and, like Hattori Heiji, wandered around the crime scene looking for clues.
Then Xiaolan just said a few words to Yuanzi and passed it over.
The same thing happened to everyone except Martin and Rabbit, who looked around the room.
He Ye squatted on the ground and looked at a black, six or seven centimeters thick plastic disc-shaped object in the corner: "Is this a scale? Why does it look weird?"
Masumi Sera said, "This should be a robot vacuum cleaner, right? It can move on the ground and clean the floor at the same time. I saw a promotional ad on a video website."
As he spoke, Masumi Sera gently pushed the machine, and it suddenly started moving slowly, then moved about ten centimeters and stopped again, as if it had run out of power. It probably didn't have the function of automatically returning to its nest to recharge when the battery was low.
"Can it sweep the floor automatically?" Suzuki Sonoko, who had a bunch of servants cleaning her manor, was interested: "Wouldn't that save a lot of manpower?"
"It's not as clean as a human." Martin, who was listening at the door, reminded: "In the next ten years... the robot vacuum cleaners within five hundred episodes will not be as clean as your maids, and may even cause disasters."
He took out his phone to check the date. It was already 2013. Maybe in another two months Martin would be able to "catch up".
"Disaster?" Hattori Heiji was unconvinced: "What kind of disaster can this thing cause? Trigger an Omnic Crisis and kill humans?"
"Watch less science fiction movies. Few screenwriters have ever been to college." Martin pointed to the rope hanging from the air conditioner, referring to the deceased who had cosplayed as a sunny doll there. "The deceased in this case was the only one who was hanged. If he died of trauma and bled a lot on the floor, then what you see now is the robot vacuum cleaner smearing the blood evenly on every inch of the floor. Oh, and you can still see the dark and light stripes, and the smear marks are very obvious."
Everyone looked up at the floor beneath their feet and imagined that if every inch of the floor was evenly covered with dried and smelly blood, the scene would be like hell in terms of both horror and smell.
"By the way, there are also cases where pets or children defecate on the floor, and there are also cases where the feces are evenly spread on the floor." Martin spread his hands and talked about the topic that made him excited: "When I was playing tricks on people in other places before, this was a must-have item for families with robot vacuum cleaners."
"Shut up! I saw the picture!" "I smell something!" "Don't talk about such a scary topic with such a cute face!" "As long as I know you, my family will never buy a sweeping robot!" "Fortunately, I have been staying in a hotel." Everyone was very excited.
Martin shrugged: "So I don't recommend Mika people to buy robot vacuum cleaners. If someone is killed at home, the robot vacuum cleaner working automatically can easily destroy key evidence and last words."
However, the deceased was a 70-year-old man, so having a robot vacuum cleaner would save him a lot of trouble. For example, there was an extra-long trash can in the corner of the room that was taller than Conan, probably to save the old man from bending over.
Huh? The trash can fell over? Martin raised his thumb, measured the height of the trash can with his left and right eyes, and then looked at the small pile of dust on the floor in the middle of the room.
Huh, that's it? Martin pouted and stayed where he was, letting Tuji sleep a little longer. The kid stayed up late to study last night, and this morning he heard Martin shouting and the summoned beast came out again, so he was not very energetic when he got here.
While the investigation continued and others were still wandering around the scene, Xiaolan ran to the door listlessly.
Martin, who was sitting opposite, asked, "What's wrong, Xiaolan? You wanted to buy a robot vacuum cleaner to smear your uncle's drunken vomit on the great detective's bed, but you found it too expensive after checking online?" Martin asked, "In fact, we can ask the magical Dr. Agasa to lower the price. Moss's database contains several designs of household appliances 50 years from now. I was planning to give them to the doctor as gifts on his birthday and wedding."
Especially when getting married, let's see whether the doctor is more concerned about the design drawings or the Fusha painting.
"No need... Last time Dad drank too much and suddenly felt like vomiting in the middle of the night. He didn't have time to get out of bed and just vomited on Shinichi's quilt." In the Mouri family, Mouri Kogoro sleeps on the bed, and Conan sleeps on the floor next to his bed, right in the place where Mouri Kogoro is most likely to step on when he gets up at night.
"It's not easy to be a great detective." Martin sighed, "Fortunately, the great detective doesn't have the habit of sleeping with his mouth open like the doctor."
"Pfft..." Xiaolan laughed, and then said: "I just think Shinichi is too cautious. Sera and I have known each other since we were young, and we also know the secret of her mother's shrinking body, but Shinichi's secret has always made me try hard to hide it from them."
When Xiaolan thought that if Martin hadn't pointed it out, Conan would have kept it a secret even from her, she felt that Conan was being too cautious about this matter.
"Although I won't do that, I can still understand the great detective's idea."
Although his first reaction was to instigate Xiaolan to trick Conan, Martin decided to enlighten her after thinking about it: "First of all, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others. Although from my point of view, you are all good children, at least the people who were dragged into the group by me have bottom lines and morals, but from the perspective of the great detective, how can you guarantee that you will not meet bad people? The old man who was just elbowed yesterday is an old friend of your parents for more than ten years. Childhood playmates may not be reliable."
"It's the same with Big Flatbed. If I hadn't taken out her period myself, she wouldn't have easily told you that her period had gotten smaller."
To be more precise, if Martin had not told Shuichi Akai that he was "rescuing your mother" before rescuing them, making it clear that he knew everything, Shuichi Akai would have just kept a straight face and pretended not to know his biological mother, and Mary Akai would not have recognized Miyano Akemi, but would have pretended to be a junior high school girl and looked for opportunities to sneak away, and both of them would have thought about finding another opportunity to meet alone.
Including Akai Mary hiding the fact that she had become smaller from her MI6 colleagues, Akai Shuichi hiding the fact that the Miyano sisters were from the FBI, Miyano Akemi not telling her aunt about Conan's identity, Akai Shuichi already had some guesses about Conan's identity but did not tell his mother and sister... Everyone in this game has a tacit understanding that 'there is no need to say extra words'.
"Besides, he's not afraid of them leaking the information on their own initiative, but he's also afraid of being exposed accidentally." Martin pointed at Hattori Heiji: "The great detective's regret for letting this black fellow discover his identity is probably second only to the regret for knowing me."
Moreover, Conan had no choice in knowing Martin. Martin was a character who forcibly appeared in Conan's life like a deus ex machina...well, a deus ex machina.
"But I also agree that we should tell the great detective about his past." Martin pointed at his phone. "That Kansai version of Inspector Megure is a bit of a hindrance. After we send him away, we should sell out the great detective? We'll start with Sonoko according to the degree of relationship."
"Sonoko..." Xiaolan imagined how Sonoko would tease her if she knew that she had been living with Shinichi all this time. "Farewell, I'll tell Sonoko about this eighty years later."
"In a dream?"
"Hate!"
On the other side, Hattori Heiji turned his cap 180 degrees back dejectedly, which meant that he turned off the serious mode: "What? I didn't expect the truth to be like this."
"Eh? Heiji, do you know the truth?" "Ahe?"
Before Hattori Heiji could continue to keep the secret, Sera Masumi pointed at the robot vacuum cleaner lying motionless on the ground and said, "The answer is on that robot vacuum cleaner over there."
The puzzle was so simple that she hadn't even had to ask for help off-site.
"So that's it!" Suzuki Sonoko suddenly realized: "The deceased put the sweeping robot on a stool, stepped on the sweeping robot and hanged himself, and then the sweeping robot ran away by itself!"
"This kind of sweeping robot will break if someone steps on it, right?" Masumi Sera said with a dead look.
Yuanshan Heye, who almost mistook the sweeping robot for a weighing scale, looked away. Fortunately, he did not stand on it to try it out of curiosity.
"The deceased was not standing on the robot vacuum cleaner or the stool, but on the trash can. The evidence is that there was a bunch of dirt just below the place where the deceased was hanged. It was the debris in the trash can that was not emptied out last time." Hattori Heiji pointed to the overturned trash can in the corner. "The height of the trash can was enough for standing on tiptoe. The deceased stood on it and hung himself up, then kicked it towards the stool that was placed next to it."
"The stool not only created confusion, but also fixed the location of the fallen trash can." Sera Masumi continued, "Then the sweeping robot started up, and with a pre-set route, it pushed the trash can to the corner, and then kept moving along the wall until the battery ran out. Because the deceased didn't want it to appear in the middle of the room to attract attention, the dust under the deceased's feet was never swept."
"So the deceased committed suicide and deliberately pretended to be killed by someone else?" Otaki Goro was puzzled: "Why did he do this?"
"Maybe there is someone who wants to frame someone?" Hattori Heiji guessed, but he was only interested in the method used to commit the crime, not the motive, so he walked out with his hands in his pockets.
Martin couldn't wake up a rabbit that was pretending to be asleep, so he put the rabbit directly into the Poké Ball. Everyone left the deceased's home and waited for the elevator to go downstairs.
At this time, the deceased's neighbor, a woman in her thirties, was also waiting for the elevator. Seeing a group of people coming out of the deceased's home, she was a little confused: "Are you...relatives of Teacher Guanyue?"
Otaki Goro did not directly reveal his identity as a policeman, but found an identity and asked the woman about the deceased Kanzuki Hideri, and then asked about the people the deceased hated.
"That must be the Grim Reaper!" the woman suddenly said with certainty.
The image of Conan emerged in Martin's mind, although it was definitely not Conan.
The "death god" the woman referred to was a resident on the second floor of the apartment, a stock manager. He often recommended stocks to the residents of the building, and almost everyone invested under his persuasion.
"I did make a little money at the beginning, and on the day I made the money, he came to congratulate me with a watch as a gift." The woman recalled her experience: "Under his persuasion, I invested another million..."
“Then I almost lost everything,” Martin continued. “And everyone in this building had the same experience, without exception.”
What a classic pig-killing dish.
"How did you know?" The woman still looked shocked.
Even Martin looked dead: "Do you all think that losing money is due to bad luck and that man's poor vision? (Seeing the woman nod) What a simple person, I am tempted to cheat you."
Naturally, the deceased was also defrauded of all her pension by the man nicknamed 'Death'. The woman saw with her own eyes that the deceased had once stood in front of her house and quarreled with 'Death', saying: "Even if I die, I will drag you into hell!"
This shows that this was the motive for the deceased's suicide.
Martin had long lost interest in this topic. While the woman was speaking, he stared at the elevator in front of him in a daze.
There is a glass window on the elevator door, through which you can see the elevator cables running inside. This reminds him of the episode "Midnight Library" that scared him when he was a child, the scene of the old curator standing in the elevator and slowly rising. This kind of elevator door with windows can also reproduce the scene at that time, but there is a door in the middle, so even if it is reproduced, it is not scary.
Just as Martin was thinking this, as the elevator passed the third floor, a pale, long face with drooping eyelids rose from under the elevator window, and it really looked a bit like the dead curator.
"Ah, if you mention the devil, he will be dead..." The woman also saw the people in the elevator going up.
But before he could finish his words, they saw that the 'Grim Reaper' was holding a pistol in his hand, with the muzzle of the gun pointed at his own temple.
Bang! Gunshots, people dead.
(End of this chapter)