Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 392: Anyway, the bomb can't kill him

The body was successfully recovered.

As early as when the body was discovered, Yun Xianhe asked someone to call the police.

By the way, he notified the waiter robot to take the three ladies, the children and Dr. Agasa to the cabin.

Now the only ones left outside are the police and detectives.

Uncle Maori, who had just woken up and had not had time to continue his drunken life, had a serious expression on his face.

The expressions of the others were also somewhat solemn.

But those present were not rookies.

They only approached after putting on gloves and masks.

The owner of the cruise ship, Yun Xianhe, looked at the large group of people surrounding it in silence.

After a while, he sighed deeply and waved to Si Liuyi:

"Take the camera and call the logistics department to come over for the autopsy."

"Okay sir."

"Autopsy? Brother Xianhe, do you have a forensic doctor on board?"

Hearing this, Conan turned around and looked at Yun Xianhe curiously.

All those present were police officers. He and Hattori stood at the very outside and couldn't get in.

Yun Xianhe spread his hands:

"When I funded it, I saw that the other party was interested, so I just let him go."

The robots under Yun Xianhe's command are not all created in the same world.

The guys in logistics, S61, and the screenwriter robot represent three worlds.

And Yun Xianhe just called for logistics, in their world civilization,

A healthy, unmodified human being is a rare species.

As a result, the profession of doctor who can examine them, or the profession of forensic medicine who can deal with accidents, has almost become a regular course for robots.

Of course, Yun Xianhe did not explain this to Conan.

However, the latter concluded based on what Yun Xianhe said just now - the people currently on the ship should all have been funded and trained by Yun Xianhe.

Sure enough, the entire ship was filled with the other side’s people.

Logistics came quickly.

Four robots strode over carrying small boxes, and then two robots each checked a corpse.

With this set of techniques, he is more skilled than professional forensic scientists.

The police officers who were searching for any clues on the victim fell silent.

Maori Kogoro looked at Yun Xianhe hesitantly, wanting to say something:

"Boy Yun, you really have a lot of talented people under you."

"Ahahaha, Uncle Maori, you're too kind."

The autopsy report is freshly released and everyone has a copy.

One of the deceased was a man in his 40s.

There were obvious rope marks on the neck, and it was determined to be mechanical asphyxiation, with the death time being more than one day.

There must have been a struggle before death, and there were traces of scratching by fingernails near the marks of strangulation.

There were signs of cleaning on the fingernails, and it was suspected that the deceased might have had physical contact with the murderer. Further testing is needed.

One of the deceased was a man in his 80s.

It was determined to be drowning, with the time of death being around 3-4 hours.

Although there was a dagger wound on the back, it was not fatal.

Preliminary analysis shows that:

The former is to dump the body after death.

The latter was pushed into the sea while still alive.

"Throwing away the corpse..."

Yun Xianhe sighed when he saw this conclusion.

This is a bit difficult to handle.

There are so many ships on the sea and the wind is strong today. Who knows where these two came from?

The police did not find any identification or wallets on the two men.

The possibility of murder for money cannot be ruled out.

Yun Xianhe rubbed his eyebrows and asked the logistics robot to put the two bodies in body bags and carry them to the morgue under the cabin.

It's always unlucky to put it on the deck.

A body was found but no clues.

The people who had the energy but nowhere to use it became idle.

I might as well follow Yun Xianhe's example and sit on the lounge chair on the deck.

Yun Xianhe sorted out the autopsy report and photos of the body and sent them all to Inspector Megure.

Thinking about this, he somehow sent a text message to Qilichu.

[Is everything okay over there? —Brave Man]

Nanari Hatsumon, who was far away on another cruise ship, led Sonoko to Inspector Megure and chatted with him.

I suddenly received a message from Yun Xianhe. Although I was a little confused, I quickly replied:

[How did you guess that, sir? It seems someone is trying to blow up the cruise ship here. The bomb in the lower cabin has marked the entire scanning interface in red! It's similar to the terrorist attack on our company in the 5973 world. ——W996]

"..."

Yun Xianhe was silent for a moment after receiving the reply.

It looks like the cruise ship cannot be saved.

No wonder Qilichu didn’t react much. After all, that little bit of explosives couldn’t kill him.

[By the way, sir, there are two murders here, one male and one female. The male is the chairman of the Yashiro Group, and the female is the president of the Yashiro Cruise. The female died in the guest room, and I watched the male's body drift away. Do you need me to send you the news about the two? ——W996]

'Watching it drift away'...

Yun Xianhe's mouth twitched when he read this sentence.

Very good, it looks like the origin of one of the bodies has been determined.

Yun Xianhe guessed this from Qilichu's message.

One of the two bodies he had just fished out was most likely the unfortunate leader of the Eighth Generation Group.

Take a look at the information message that was just sent.

Sure enough, he looked exactly like the male victim who was stabbed in the back.

Yun Xianhe was silent for a while.

Did he accidentally prevent Conan and the others from getting involved in a case again?

[Thank you for your hard work. If you meet someone familiar, please help me. — Brave]

[Okay! Sir, please rest assured that I will definitely protect Miss Suzuki and Mr. Megure. ——W996]

[Yes, you should also pay attention to your own safety. —Brave Man]

After sending this message, Yun Xianhe looked up at Conan, who had been staring at him ever since he took out his phone.

"what happened?"

"Brother Xianhe, do you have a signal on your phone?"

"It's just a little skill. Come to think of it, I already know who one of the dead is."

Everyone who heard this looked at Yun Xianhe.

The brave man lying back on the recliner sighed:

"The older male victim was Yashiro Entaro, the chairman of the Yashiro Group. Inspector Megure and his team are currently searching for the murderer on the cruise ship that crashed."

After hearing this, Toru Amuro and others suddenly realized.

No wonder they felt that the old man looked familiar just now.

With the death of the group leader, the business world is about to be plunged into bloodbath again.

"All that's left now is the male body that was dumped."

"It's not a big deal. I've already called the police."

Looking at Conan with a frown on his face, Yun Xianhe raised his hand mercilessly and gave him a slap on the head with his finger.

"it hurts!"

"Don't look so sad, we are here to travel."

"but,"

"Unless someone dies on this ship, it has nothing to do with us. Do you understand what I mean?"

This clearly means that he doesn't want to care.

Conan looked at Yun Xianhe's indifferent face, opened his mouth slightly, and then closed it again.