Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Before he finished his words, Conan, who had run over first, had already slipped under Yamato Gansuke's arm and was facing the glaring red light.

The strong visual impact frightened the little detective so much that his pupils shrank and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Yun Xianhe came over later, put his hand on the other person's back and patted it soothingly.

The tip of my nose could smell the residual smell of paint.

It seems that this so-called red wall is at least not painted with blood.

Yun Xianhe stepped into the house, looked around, and said casually:

"The person who died in this room should be the illustrator Shusaku Akashi, right?"

"Hmm? Oh, indeed... How did you guess that?"

Yamato Gansuke recalled his words.

He probably didn't say who the deceased was, did he?

“I just thought it should be that person.”

Yun Xianhe shrugged when asked and pointed around casually:

"First, whether it's the table piled with painting tools, the specially arranged and painted chairs, or the entire red painted wall, they all clearly say that the owner of this room is someone who is good at and loves painting."

Yun Xianhe walked to the table and took a look at the paint that had dried on the table.

A white-gloved hand poked at the remaining paint and then twisted it slightly.

Some years have passed...

"Secondly, if the person who died here was not the owner of this room, and the wall contained the death message left by someone else, you wouldn't have come to me. Right?"

After all, if the deceased was not Akashi Shusaku, who is represented by red.

Faced with such an obvious code, Yamato Gansuke didn't have to go to so much trouble to seek external help.

When they heard that the wall was covered with paint, Xiaolan and Maori Kogoro, who were standing at the door, breathed a sigh of relief.

Yamato Gansuke seemed very happy that Yun Xianhe's thoughts were so sharp.

By the way, the other party was like this during our previous two collaborations.

As long as you see the information, you can find a lot of clues from it.

"Then do you know who the murderer is?"

Looking at Yamato Gansuke who suddenly became excited, Yun Xianhe was silent for a moment helplessly:

"...How could I know that directly? Besides, you didn't even give me all the clues."

"Well,"

Hearing this, Yamato Gansuke choked and glanced away with a guilty look:

"I haven't said it all the time, just because I don't want you to have preconceived ideas."

"Hai Hai Yi——"

Yun Xianhe had no objection to Yamato Gansuke's actions.

After all, sometimes the subjective impressions imposed by others do affect judgment.

The scanning equipment keeps running.

While the others were observing the room, Yun Xianhe was trying to use the collected data to construct the entire crime scene in his mind.

A square white-walled room with blank canvases piled in the corner and a table stained with dried paint.

Black and white chairs nailed to the ground back to back.

Opposite the white chair is a whole red wall.

Black and white...red...

Wait, why is there only one can of red spray paint? Where are the other paints?

Why did the deceased paint the entire wall with red paint?

If you just want to remember who the murderer is, just write it down.

“…It’s covered.”

"?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing next to Yun Xianhe, heard the other party's mumbling but didn't quite understand.

Yun Xianhe looked up and stared carefully at the red wall, and even took two steps forward.

In the eyes of others, it seemed that Yun Xianhe suddenly approached the wall.

If he even took half a step forward, his whole body would be stuck on it.

The white-gloved hand gently pressed against the wall, and the brave man frowned slightly as he tested the touch.

No.

I'm afraid there isn't a lot of thickness between the two coats of paint.

Even if you manage to remove the top layer of paint, the layers underneath will be damaged.

Wait a moment.

The deceased should have known that if he left this can of paint, it would be used by the murderer who returned to the scene, right?

Then, why?

Black and white contrast...red...

"Brother Xianhe, you're going to stick to the wall!"

“Ah, sorry.”

After hearing Conan's reminder, Yun Xianhe seemed to come to his senses and took two steps back.

He turned his head and chuckled at the place where Yamato Gansuke should be.

"I was just wondering if there was originally some writing underneath, but it was covered up by the red paint."

"We have thought about this possibility, but there is no way to check it."

"really……"

[Test results show that there is no paint of other colors underneath this color. ]

Yun Xianhe frowned slightly when he heard the scanner's broadcast.

In other words, the original words were also written in red paint?

Red Opposition...

On the color wheel, opposite red is turquoise.

Green…green? Suichuan Shangshu?

The hero tilted his head, feeling as if he had guessed the answer.

No, we can't conclude that with certainty.

More clues are needed.

What's more, the possibility of frame-up cannot be ruled out.

More visits and investigations are needed before a final conclusion can be made.

...Tsk, it's still inconvenient if I can't see other people's expressions.

Yamato Gansuke, who was standing by, looked at Yun Xianhe who was facing the wall as if thinking about something, and did not disturb him.

He then began to tell the rest of the people other details of the case.

"The deceased in this room is indeed Shusaku Akashi. By the way, Ms. Kobashi Aoi, who later married Shusaku Akashi, also had the same last name as her husband, Akashi. But..."

"She also died in a warehouse in this location three years ago."

Xiaolan was stunned when she heard what Uehara Yui said, and asked with some fear:

"Could it be that Miss Aoi was also murdered?!"

Two murders in one villa? !

Could it be that the other party was also locked up in the warehouse and starved to death?

"No, it seems that she had a bad heart. She died of a heart attack when she was looking for something in the warehouse by herself."

Speaking of this, Yui Uehara's tone was also a little sad:

"Her husband, Mr. Zhou Zuo, seemed to be concentrating on completing his work in this room at the time. It was half a day later when he found out that his wife had a heart attack and collapsed."

"How, how could..."

A tragedy of fate.

Xiaolan was a little depressed because of this.

After hearing the clues, Maori Kogoro tried to analyze:

"So, red may not refer to the name. Red, red... That's right! The murderer refers to an unrelated stranger! (Same pronunciation)"

"Hey, hey! Who wants to hear such a crappy answer from you?"

Yamato Gansuke roared at Maori Kogoro fiercely.

Mao Li knew that what he said was a bit outrageous, so he smiled awkwardly and took two steps back.

"It's just a little joke... Don't be so angry. Hey, Yun boy, did you see anything?"

"figure it out?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe snorted and shrugged:

“It’s totally invisible.”

"what?"

"Kidding."

Looking at Yamato Gansuke who seemed like he was about to explode in the next second, Yun Xianhe immediately followed up with the next sentence.

Subtle footsteps were heard.

Yun Xianhe's ears twitched slightly, and he subconsciously tilted his head towards the door.

When he saw the man in formal attire, the brave man narrowed his eyes and gave a sincere smile:

"Long time no see, Mr. Gao Ming!"

The person who is most difficult to fool has appeared.