"Wow, what a magnificent house!”Maori Kogoro looked around the huge and luxurious house in admiration.
"Dad, of course!" "The deceased Mr. Ninety-Nine Yuan Kang was a world-famous magician!" Xiao Lan said. Right, Conan?"
"What's wrong with Lan? I felt a little strange from the beginning!”Conan was puzzled, but he still nodded in response to Xiaolan.""En…En!"
"Then let's go to the basement where your husband 'committed suicide'!”Maori Kogoro suggested.
"Alright."
Under Ninety-Seven-Seven Hui's lead, everyone arrived at the basement deep in the house.
The first thing Bai Shiwu saw was a row of photos hanging on the wall.
"That photo seems a little different!”Bai Shiwu quickly noticed the only different photo in the row of photos.
" Ms. Ninety-Nine Seven Megumi, if I may ask, these photos are…" Maori Kogoro quickly asked this question on behalf of Baishi Takeshi.
"These are all my teacher's disciples. Those who finished their apprenticeship and those who gave up halfway are all framed and hung here.”Ninety-Nine Seven Grace explained.
"Then who is the brother in the black hat?”Conan's questioning voice sounded.
Bai Shiwu secretly glanced at Xiaolan, who was standing behind Conan, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Oh, he's Kinoshita Yoshiro. He was a genius among geniuses, but unfortunately, he died in an accident 14 years ago.”Ninety-Nine Seven Grace explained.
"Conan, why are you asking him?”Lan suddenly bent down and asked Conan.
"No, it's nothing, Sister Xiaolan. Only his photo is special. It's not stained with dust. Someone might have cleaned it carefully!”Conan answered innocently.
"Ah, the child is right. It might be my husband who did it because my husband doted on him the most back then!”Ninety-nine Seven Grace answered patiently.
"Oh, I see. So that's how it is. Conan, you're really careful, right, Conan!”Xiao Lan nodded.
" Yes, Sister Xiaolan..." Conan also realized that something was wrong with Xiaolan, and he was secretly vigilant.
At this time, everyone had already arrived at the crime scene.
"Your husband fell here, right?”Maori Kogoro folded his arms in front of his chest and observed the outline of the corpse drawn with white lines on the ground.
"Yes, in order to show you, I deliberately left the room in its original state. The two cards that were stuck together were placed in the pile of cards on the table. The glue for the cards is also on it."
" Hmm…" Maori Kogoro looked around with a professional expression, while Baishi Takeshi was alone at the back, deep in thought.
"First of all, we can conclude that Ninety-Nine Yuankang definitely didn't commit suicide! Regardless of whether the poison was swallowed voluntarily or forced, when the poison took effect, the person who took the poison would lose control and grab his throat or press his chest. However, the traces left behind by Ninety-Nine Yuankang's corpse were very strange.”
Bai Shiwu looked at the well-preserved white line area and thought to himself,""Ninety-Nine Yuankang's hands were placed down in a very orderly manner. This means that at least when the poison took effect, Ninety-Nine Yuankang's hands were bound! Otherwise, it wouldn't be placed so neatly.”
"So, this is definitely a murder case! But who was the murderer? What secrets did Ninety-Nine Yuan Kang hide with the two poker cards?”
Bai Shiwu noticed the pile of cards on the table, as if something was buried underneath.
He walked over and found a phone hidden under the cards.
" There are two cards stuck together in a pile of cards, and a telephone hidden in a pile of cards…"
Bai Shiwu frowned and took a deep breath.
"Wait! The two cards were stuck together, back to back, and the person who stuck them deliberately staggered the positions of the two cards when he read them. This shape…was the same as the replay button on the phone!!!”
Bai Shiwu raised his head and observed the others.
He found that Maori Kogoro was carefully studying the pile of cards on the wall and desk.
Conan, who was looking for trouble, was carefully observing the white lines on the ground that were copied according to the corpses. Looking at his thoughtful expression, Bai Shiwu could guess that Conan had also noticed the strangeness of the corpse traces.
Meanwhile, Lan stood behind Conan, staring at Conan who was trying to court death.
Bai Shiwu picked up the microphone and pressed the replay button.
"I'm sorry, this number doesn't exist. Please check it before dialing.”
"Hmm? Is it an empty number?" Bai Shiwu frowned.
"There's definitely something wrong with this number. What do these numbers mean?”Bai Shiwu looked at the long string of numbers on the phone screen and pondered.
"Numbers, phone…I understand! If these numbers were looked at individually, there was indeed nothing special about them. However, if one looked at the order of the buttons on the phone, it would turn into a password that hid the murderer's information!”
"D…C…F * ck!”General Shiroishi deciphered the long string of numbers.
"Ma Zi? It should be the female disciple who represented the deceased Ninety-Nine Yuankang, Miss Mako Miyoshi, right? Then…what did the D and C in front of it mean?”
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