Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

Wang Changsheng complained in his mind, then immediately thought again: "This is the world of magical girls. What's reasonable or unreasonable? Science has become science. As a director, it's normal for Zhishi to have such magical qualities."

He comforted himself in his heart.

"Ah? Can I use this?" Xiaolan seemed a little confused by Tomoyo's actions.

Of course, she was not like Wang Changsheng, wondering where Zhishi got the camera from, but she did not expect Zhishi to be so considerate and generous.

"It's okay. This is my spare machine. There is no material in it. If you need it, Sister Xiaolan, feel free to use it. Don't worry about breaking it. You can use it with complete confidence." Tomoyo's sweet voice sounded.

"In that case..." Xiaolan paused, then nodded to Zhishi, "I'd like to thank you on behalf of my father!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes fell on the only adult among the group. "Mr. Linghuan Xinlong, I'm going to give this camera to my father so he can record the crime scene in detail. Please make sure to take good care of Changsheng and his two younger sisters during this time."

"Okay, I understand." Linghuan Xinlong was suddenly called out, and nodded slightly with a normal expression, agreeing to the request.

"Okay, thank you very much. I'll be back soon, very quickly." Xiaolan took the things she wanted and ran straight to the door of the piano room.

After she left, Zhishi and Wang Changsheng stopped looking at each other's backs.

"Here you go, Changsheng." Zhishi waved his hand, and then a small and cute camera ran out from somewhere, flapping its small white wings.

This book belongs to Wang Changsheng.

Although he gave it to Chise to use, it was obvious that as long as he thought about it, the small camera would be under his control again.

"Go ahead." Record all of Conan's embarrassing moments.

After Wang Changsheng took the camera from Zhishi, he raised his arm slightly, and the small camera disappeared in the blink of an eye.

at the same time.

Xiaolan has also run back into the piano room.

"Xiaolan? Why are you here?" Uncle Maori was stunned when he saw her.

"Dad, this is for you." Xiaolan raised the camera in her hand and motioned Uncle Maori to look over.

"Camera? Where did you get it?" Uncle Maori was stunned.

"This was given to you by Tomoyo, right?" The moment she saw the camera in Xiaolan's hand, Yuanmei understood.

"Right." Xiaolan nodded gently. "This is the spare camera that little sister Zhishi gave me. I thought I could use it to record the situation at the scene. When the police arrive, I can show them."

"That's quite timely." Uncle Maori nodded and took the camera from Xiaolan. "Let me take the video. You go back and look after the children."

"Okay!" Xiaolan responded, but when she turned around, she saw the window at the edge of the room and Conan leaning on the table.

"Conan-kun? What are you doing there? You're sticking your head out. That's dangerous!" Xiaolan hurriedly blessed and started to walk towards Conan. "Really? Come with me and stay outside with Changsheng and the others. Don't run around here!"

Xiaolan's words also made Uncle Maori, who had been observing the corpse, notice Conan standing next to him.

He suddenly started to scowl.

"Hey, you little brat, do you want to get beaten again?" he yelled and walked over with the camera in his hand.

At this moment, a small camera with wings slipped in through the door unnoticed.

Its little wings fluttered, and it seemed as if the people around it were unable to notice its existence.

As soon as it slipped in, it flew straight towards Conan.

He hid beside the cabinet, with half of his head exposed.

That is the lens.

Aimed at Conan.

"Tap Tap"

Uncle Maori walked up to Conan angrily, raised his sandbag-sized fist without saying a word, and hit Conan directly on the head.

"state!"

"Ouch—"

Conan was originally looking at the footprints...handprints outside the door with a strange look on his face.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong hands grab the back of his neck and pull him in.

Then there was a pain on the top of my head.

He couldn't help but shout out and held his head with both hands.

"It hurts!" Conan grimaced in pain.

"What are you doing here? Not only did you climb onto the window, but you even opened it without permission! Don't you know you're destroying the scene?" Uncle Maori pulled Conan to the ground, frowned and said seriously.

This little brat keeps saying that he’s watched a lot of detective TV shows, and every time they encounter a case, he insists on following them around and playing his detective game.

He had seen him before that he could occasionally come up with some useful information, and he was usually well behaved and didn't do anything too out of the ordinary, so Uncle Maori turned a blind eye and thought he was just a child who was playful.

But now he actually jumped directly onto the window and opened it without permission.

This undoubtedly ruined the scene.

If the murderer had left any traces here, they might be destroyed by his similarities and differences, thus disrupting his reasoning and even affecting the progress of the police investigation.

"No, Uncle Maori!" Conan defended himself with a wronged look on his face.

He pointed toward the window above.

After being pulled down, even if he stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch the window sill directly.

He could only explain in a humming voice, "I saw a wet mark on the ground, leading right to the door. It was probably left by a bad guy. I was worried about ruining the scene, so I didn't open the door..."

"You're still quibbling!" Uncle Maori glared at you.

Conan stopped talking and directly told what he had just seen: "Uncle Maori, please take a look outside. There is a particularly messy trace from the door to the beach. I don't understand what it is..."

Conan's technique of changing the subject is very effective.

When Uncle Maori heard this, he pushed Conan aside and squeezed in before Conan could finish his words.

He stuck his head out and looked to the side.

Sure enough, I saw an extremely obvious mottled mark, extending from the door of the piano room all the way to the sea.

"It's true!" Uncle Maori quickly narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the trace.

However, when he saw the mark clearly.

He was also confused.

"Clam??"

Uncle Maori held the camera in one hand and rubbed his eyes uncontrollably with the other.

He looked over again.

"Clam??"

Seeing her father's strange reaction, Xiaolan carefully avoided the piano and the corpse in the middle and walked around the edge of the room to their side.

"Dad, what are you doing?" she couldn't help asking.

Uncle Maori frowned and did not answer Xiaolan's question immediately.

After all, he has been a detective for so many years.

I have also worked with the police on many cases before.

He noticed the strange situation outside at a glance.

"How is this possible? Why are there piles of handprints?"

"Ah? Handprint?" Xiaolan was stunned. She took a few steps forward and looked outside.

"Huh? That's strange." Xiaolan blinked.

She found that although the marks were messy, the palm prints looked very deep.

Otherwise, they would not be able to see at a glance that the marks on the ground were handprints.

And these palm-like marks...

Very weird.

How to describe it...

Xiaolan couldn't help but imagine a hand bigger than her head rubbing against the beach.

That’s right, the traces left on the beach include palms of different sizes and a long strip.

There were also some messy palm prints, bigger than human heads, lined up in several rows on the beach.

"How did that happen……"

Xiaolan also asked the same question as Conan and Uncle Maori.

Even if she is not a dedicated case handler.

You can also feel how weird and strange this situation is.

Chapter 332 I think you want to be beaten again

"Where's Dr. Asai? Where's Dr. Asai?"

Although Uncle Maori was a little confused by the mark on the beach, he quickly came to his senses, turned around and looked for Asai Narumi among the crowd.

"Ah, here I am."

A female voice rang out from the crowd.

Wang Changsheng, who was in the corner outside, looked over and saw Asai Narumi walking towards the door of the piano room with a slightly frightened step.

The moment he saw him, Uncle Maori waved at him and said, "Doctor Asai, how many doctors are there on this island?"

"According to the doctor, I should be the only one on the island now." Asai Narumi walked into the piano room, thought for a while, and then answered.

"Are you the only one here? Then could you please help me check the body? I have already called the police, but they don't know if they can go out to sea at night. They are still observing the situation. If we wait for the forensic doctor to come, it will take too long." Uncle Maori's tone was a little serious.

He became more serious and no longer as frivolous as before.

"Of course no problem." Asai Narumi also had a serious expression. After hearing Uncle Mori's request, he nodded affirmatively, and then walked to the side of the deceased with Uncle Mori.

Yuanmei, who was standing by, looked at the two of them, and somehow, she suddenly thought of Sakura's father.

"I don't know if what's happening here has spread over there." Yuan Mei wasn't sure if anyone had left the community center at this moment, so she had no way of knowing what was happening with Kinomoto Fujitaka.

And just when she was thinking about something in her mind.

Asai Narumi performed a very simple autopsy on the deceased.

It's called an autopsy.

In fact, it was just poking and twisting the corpse with a small stick.

Then he rolled his eyes, sniffed, and so on.

After all, there is nothing here.

He even brought his gloves to attend the memorial service, but he didn't expect to use them "just now".

"It seems that the deceased most likely drowned. I am 80% sure of this. Of course, the specific situation still needs further examination to be known, and it is impossible for me to perform an autopsy on the deceased here." Although I really want to do so.

After so many years of polishing, Asai Narumi's acting skills have reached the pinnacle.

His facial expressions, tone of voice, demeanor and movements are all very consistent with the role of a doctor who encounters an emergency case and reluctantly provides some information to the detective at his request.

"I understand. If it was drowning, then my guess should be correct." Uncle Maori nodded without any hesitation. He just wanted to confirm his guess from a doctor.

"Oh? Mr. Mori, have you already made a guess? That's amazing. Could you tell me about it?" Asai Narumi seemed to be somewhat interested. He raised his eyebrows and asked Uncle Mori curiously.

"It's nothing." Uncle Maori felt a little embarrassed by Asai Narimi's enthusiastic praise. He scratched the back of his head and said, "I just speculated on the murderer's method of committing the crime."

"Since this deceased person died of drowning, his appearance here must have been carried here by the murderer. There are traces on the ground and the beach to prove this. But what I find strange is..."

When Uncle Maori said this, his brows couldn't help but frown again.

"Strange? What's strange?" Asai Narumi tilted his head and looked at Uncle Mori.

Some people don't quite understand what he means by strange.

At this moment, Conan suddenly came over and said, "Uncle Maori, do you want to tell me about the situation on the beach outside?"

Hearing Conan's words, Uncle Maori glanced at him, then snorted: "Shut up."