The famous criminal in the world of Conan

"Ok!"

The little boy made a sound for the first time, a heavy "hmm".

At this time, Mizunashi Rena looked at the little boy quietly, as if she had thought of something, and asked softly,

"Why...are you paying so much attention to me?"

"I'm obviously not pretty, nor am I a particularly famous host. All I hosted before were morning live broadcasts and some interviews."

This is what Rena Mizunashi doesn’t understand. If you say that she is a very popular host, that’s fine.

But the problem is, she is not.

She previously hosted a live broadcast at 7 a.m. At 7 a.m., most children are either in class or have not yet gotten up, so how could they notice her?

"Because..."

The little boy hesitated for a moment, but after a moment, he gained courage from the bottom of his heart and said loudly,

"Because sister, you are very much like my mother."

After saying this, his voice dropped again.

"My mom, my mom passed away a year ago...because of a car accident."

Passed away...

When Mizunashi Reina heard this word, she immediately thought of her own experience. She once had a brother of this age, but later...

She squatted down and hugged the little boy tightly, with tears in her eyes.

"Don't do this again. Mom in heaven will be sad."

"Ah."

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Eight o'clock in the morning

Nishitama City, Oki Iwamatsu's villa

Bai Masong and Sato Miwako stood quietly in front of a wall, looking at the crime scene in front of them without saying a word.

Half of the wall in front of him was stained with dark red blood. The bloodstains were arranged in patches and separately, as if someone had taken Damu Yansong's body and wiped it all over the wall.

Oki Yansong himself was lying on the lower right side of the wall, motionless, and had long since died.

He was wearing a white bathrobe at this time, but more than half of the white bathrobe was stained with blood. Through the bathrobe, one could see a bloody wound on Oki Yansong's chest.

Da da da--

After a sound of footsteps, Shiratori Jinzaburo walked up to Hakubamatsu and Sato Miwako with a report form.

"White Horse, look at this,"

Shiratori Renzaburo handed the report to Bai Masong, and then said to Bai Masong in a deep voice,

"This is the body of Oki Yansong, and the basic inspection report of the crime scene."

Bai Masong took the report and casually looked at it with Sato Miwako next to him.

After a moment, Bai Masong asked calmly,

"Did Oki Yansong die from a knife wound or excessive blood loss?"

"Um,"

Shiratori Renzaburo nodded and said,

"Oki Yansong was only stabbed in the chest. According to our speculation, he was not treated for a long time after being stabbed, and then died of excessive blood loss."

"The time of death was between eight o'clock last night and five o'clock this morning?"

Bai Masong looked at the time of death and frowned slightly.

"Can't this death time be shortened?"

"Not yet,"

Shiratori Renzaburo shook his head helplessly.

"Da Mu Yan Song's body is still here. Our forensic technicians are unable to conduct a comprehensive autopsy on his body. We can only use some evidence from other people to determine the time of his death."

"You mean, at eight o'clock last night, someone saw the living Da Mu Yan Song?"

Bai Masong asked calmly.

Shiratori Renzaburo nodded.

"Yes, the last maid saw Oki Yansong at around eight o'clock, and then she left the villa."

"Why did you leave the villa?"

Sato Miwako wondered,

"Did Omu Yansong's villa finally not even have a maid?"

"No,"

Shiratori Renzaburo shook his head again and said helplessly,

"According to our inquiries, it seems that Oki Yansong received a phone call last night and will meet an important guest."

"We speculate that it was the arrival of this guest that caused Oki Yansong to send all the maids and housekeepers back home."

"Can you find out who he met with?"

Bai Ma Song narrowed his eyes.

The person who could attract Damu Yansong's attention must be of extraordinary status.

After all, no matter how powerful Oki Yansong is, he is still a city-level councilor, and even has more power than an ordinary mayor in terms of land approval.

Even though he was trained like a dog by Baimasong the day before yesterday, ordinary people are no different from dogs in front of Damu Yansong.

"I can't find it,"

Shiratori Renzaburo sighed helplessly.

"There are no records of phone calls, and there is no surveillance at Damu Yansong's villa."

"Three of the surrounding villas are uninhabited, with very few residents. No one has ever seen this so-called distinguished guest."

"That's fine,"

Bai Ma Song decisively asked Shiratori Renzaburo to give up this approach, and then looked at the wall in front of him.

As mentioned before, more than half of this wall was stained blood red, and it was distributed in multiple locations.

In such a tragic situation, if it wasn't for Oki Yansong's body being lifted up and rubbed against the wall, then there would only be one possibility...

"The murderer who killed Oki Yansong was not a very strong man,"

Bai Masong pondered and came to a conclusion calmly.

"It can even be said that the murderer's fighting ability, or combat capability, is relatively weak."

Shiratori Renzaburo and Sato Miwako were slightly stunned.

"why?"

Sato Miwako asked subconsciously.

Baimasong raised his head and pointed at the wall that was stained blood red in many places.

Miwako Sato looked at the wall and frowned.

Shiratori Renzaburo also looked over there.

After a moment, they thought of something at the same time.

"I see,"

Shiratori Renzaburo smiled and said,

"The scene was so tragic, it can only mean one thing."

"That is, Oki Yansong and the murderer had a lot of struggle at the scene."

Sato Miwako also smiled and took over the conversation.

Bai Masong listened to what the two said, nodded, and said lightly,

"The bloodstains at the scene were scattered here and there, indicating that the murderer and Damu Yansong had a lot of physical combat, which caused Damu Yansong's bloodstains to be rubbed everywhere."