frightfiction Chapter 1019 Ke Xue Cat Thief
Chapter 1019 Ke Xue Cat Thief
Chapter 1019 Ke Xue Cat Thief
"Hey, Conan, you're just kicking a soccer ball! How can you hit a baseball with your feet like that?"
"That's right, this is totally against the rules, it's cheating!"
Conan looked at Haibara's teasing expression and coughed twice in embarrassment.
Well, of course he watched baseball, and it wasn't completely new to him. He participated in it a few times when he was in school.
After he became smaller, he had already regarded the reinforced shoes as a part of his strength. He gradually got used to the state of kicking anything. When he saw the ball flying towards his face, he would instinctively kick...
"This goal doesn't count, you guys should start over..."
Conan gave up the baseball in his hand, raised his hands in surrender, and glanced to the side inadvertently while walking.
However, they found that Kitagawa Yusuke, who was sitting there, was not looking at them, but was staring thoughtfully at the road high above the park.
They played here for more than an hour. Although Kitagawa Yusuke did not participate at all, he was still basically looking after the children, just like a parent who came to accompany his children to play.
So he is now...
Conan followed his gaze and found a man in uniform pedaling a bicycle with great effort, trying to move from a low point to a high point.
It does look a bit funny and difficult, but generally speaking, during such working hours, people wearing this kind of uniform should be service personnel, such as deliverymen, couriers, etc. It is quite common.
Not understanding what the other party was looking at, Conan wondered in confusion while loosening his hand and placing the baseball in Kojima Genta's palm.
The result of his absent-mindedness was that before he could even walk back to his position, Kojima Genta had already used all his strength to hit the ball fiercely.
"Bang! Bang!"
The baseball, with no one blocking it at all, drew a high arc, passed the netting of the stadium, passed the wall of the park, and hit the houses behind. As expected, there was a crisp cracking sound.
"Oops--"
"Ah, it hit someone's window!"
"Yuanta, why are you using so much force?"
"Why blame me? Conan didn't answer the call at all..."
"Stop talking nonsense. I can't handle your attack..."
The naughty kids were throwing the blame at each other and instinctively looked to Kitagawa Yusuke who was sitting next to them for help.
If they were the only ones there, they would have no choice but to go to the house of the person the ball went into and apologize.
Now that there is a relatively older person around, they will naturally turn to him for help.
"...From the sound, it seems someone broke someone else's things." Tang Ze almost realized the significance of his presence here, took a breath, and stood up, "Let's go to their house and take a look. If the broken things are not expensive, they may not care because they are children."
"What if the thing is very expensive..." Kojima Genta touched his head and spoke hesitantly.
"Then I'll mortgage you to others and wait for your parents to come and pay the ransom." Tang Ze answered coldly.
It's not a bad thing to hit a baseball and end up discovering a crime scene. The kids in the Junior Detective Team can easily trigger this kind of strange chain reaction.
But one thing is one thing, and smashing someone's glass with a baseball is still not a good thing, and it should not be used to teach children bad things.
Amid the wailing of the three children, Tang Ze led them towards the residential area, feeling secretly emotional in his heart.
He had just seen a criminal passing by and had already roughly identified which case it was. He was still thinking about how to find the victim, but those naughty kids made the choice for him.
Isn't that good? If you smash it earlier, maybe the person is still alive.
In his impression, this case was a combination of premeditation and accidental factors, which resulted in the murderer not having much time to clean up the scene before hurriedly leaving with what he was looking for.
As long as we arrive in time and find the victim, there is a possibility that we can rescue him.
It is easy to cause some unnecessary misunderstandings, such as -
"Yuanta killed someone while playing baseball!"
As soon as he walked into the door, Megure Jusan heard a deafening shout head-on.
He and Takagi Wataru who was following behind him looked at each other in confusion, then looked at the victim who was placed on a flat bed and was being dragged into the ambulance.
"He's not dead yet?" Megure Juzo uncertainly confirmed with the paramedic who was hurriedly injecting medicine into the victim and preparing to get in the car.
"……not yet."
"Oh, that's fine."
Conan, who was standing on the side and witnessing this scene, could only feel the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
What kind of inexplicable and strange conversation is this? And what does it mean to just not die...
He clearly told them that the trajectory of the ball hit another vase, and it was not the vase that smashed the victim like that.
"If it was really a child who smashed it, and no one died, the problem wouldn't be that serious." Megure Jusan met Conan's speechless gaze and calmly took out a manual and a pen, "We in the Investigation Division have no experience in dealing with juvenile offenders."
"Wow--" When Kojima Genta, who was already pale and standing timidly on the side, heard this keyword, he suddenly started howling.
"...Really?" Conan's mouth twitched a little more.
"It's better to scare him a bit, so that you guys won't always cause trouble here." Megure Jusan snorted.
"I mean, is there really no such thing? Brother Tang Ze, doesn't he have to report to the Metropolitan Police Department regularly now?"
Mu Mu Thirteen: "..."
"Ahem!" Takagi Wataru, who felt that this conversation was hellish and speechless, coughed quickly to stop them from continuing to chat, and took the initiative to introduce the topic to the situation at the scene, "Anyway, your baseball hit the window of this house, and because you heard a strange shattering sound, you were worried that something was broken, so you came to apologize, and then you found that the owner did not close the door, and following the trajectory of the baseball, you found the person lying on the ground..."
"Yes." Conan pointed to the marks on the ground, "We have special markings."
Now it was Takagi Wataru's turn to be stunned.
He looked up and took a closer look at the precise human figure outline drawn with white chalk on the ground, and became even more speechless.
"When you guys saw a man with blood on his head, besides calling the police and an ambulance, the first thing you did was to outline his body?"
Imagining the scene, Takagi Shigeru felt like he had come to some cult animation.
There was a man lying on the ground, breathing out more than breathing in. The child who saw this was holding a pen and innocently drawing lines around his body...
Is this the current situation in Beika Town? Why does it sound so hopeless?
"No! Officer Takagi, what are you thinking about!" Obviously knowing what he was thinking about, Yoshida Ayumi stamped her feet in anger, "We were obviously rescuing people at the first moment! Conan even found a towel to stop the bleeding!"
"Then this white line..." Takagi Shigeru pointed to the ground.
"It was drawn by Kitagawa Yusuke brother." Conan shrugged, "He helped us confirm the victim's condition and drew it while waiting for the doctor to come. He said he still remembered the scene when he walked in the door and could mark it out exactly..."
Conan wasn't sure if what he said was bragging.
However, after knowing the ability of the Phantom Thief of Hearts, he also thought about whether what Kitagawa Yusuke called "sketch" was the name of some kind of ability. The credibility of this statement might be very high.
Anyway, judging from the naked eye, the situation is indeed not much different from what they saw when they first entered the door.
"Kitagawa is here too?" Megure Jusan once again put down his hand that was about to take notes, "Where is he?"
"here."
Tang Ze took over the conversation and walked over, stroking the long-haired cat that was leaning obediently on him in his arms, listening to the cat's relaxed purring, and spoke calmly.
The situation was pretty much as he expected.
I don’t know if it was the butterfly effect caused by himself, but Kojima Genta’s ball hit the ball several hours earlier.
This meant that when they followed the direction of the ball, the deceased had not yet completely died.
Of course, after such a heavy blow to the back of the head, even if he survived, whether he would suffer any head and brain damage would still depend on his luck.
The murderer who left in a hurry might still be halfway back to the hotel, and naturally, the cat, who was used to running around in this room, had not left yet either.
Since he had nothing to do, Tang Ze helped with the first aid measures. After making sure the person was not dead, he walked around the room and dragged the cat out.
The cat was raised by the murderer. The murderer would have to go to jail anyway, and there was no one to take care of the cat. It would be nice for Mao to go home after the case was over.
"Where did the cat come from? Was it raised by the deceased?" Megure Jusan looked at the long-haired cat that didn't look very friendly, and hesitated whether to let him put down the evidence.
"I don't know. Anyway, the cat was wandering around the room when we came."
"So you went to catch the cat?"
"Yes, this also counts as an eyewitness, right?"
Feeling that there was something wrong with this conversation, Takagi Wataru slapped his forehead again.
What's going on today? I feel like every conversation is stupid...
"That's good, that's good." He tried to smooth things over, preventing his superior from continuing this idiotic conversation. "If there's a cat messing up the scene, it would be more convenient for the forensics department if we put a cat nearby for comparison..."
Conan, who was standing on the side and also watching them, couldn't help but glance sideways at Kitagawa Yusuke who was holding the cat tightly.
It's not entirely correct to say that he was holding the cat tightly and refused to let go. The cat, who didn't look that easy to get along with, lay in his arms with its eyes squinted, its paws resting obediently on Kitagawa Yusuke's arm, looking like it was enjoying it very much.
Hiss, I have a sense of déjà vu... Is it possible that next time I go to the Phantom Thieves' base, there will be another long-haired cat in the base...
Since you, the Phantom Thieves of Heart, came to Beihua, you haven’t done any serious theft, but you have stolen quite a few cats...
"In short, when you arrived at the scene, you didn't see anyone else coming in or out, and the attack occurred no more than half an hour later." Megure Jusan no longer paid attention to Kitagawa Yusuke, who was obviously nervous. He turned around and began the normal record-taking process.
Conan answered a few questions, confirmed that everything was OK with the police, started the normal on-site investigation, and then walked out and stood next to Tang Ze.
Haibara Ai and several other children ran to comfort Kojima Genta who was crying. The police had already organized an investigation at the scene, and no one paid attention to them for a while.
So Conan lowered his voice and asked directly: "The one you were staring at over there on the court, could he be the criminal?"
Kitagawa Yusuke has never acknowledged his own abilities, and Conan has never clearly seen him use them.
But based on Conan's previous impressions, he vaguely felt that the reason Kitagawa was able to draw the criminal's portrait so accurately was probably not because of his painting skills, but because there were real errors in the information.
After the impressive raincoat attacker, he basically accepted that Kitagawa Yusuke could understand the special circumstances of the scene through some means.
So he was not surprised why the other party seemed to be able to identify the murderer with just one glance.
For such an unreasonable ability, the biggest difficulty may not be determining who the criminal is, but how to deduce the other party's methods and motives when the criminal is known, and then convey it reasonably.
Conan, who didn't know that he had revealed the truth, continued: "If you have any clues, anything is fine, you can tell me, and I will try to see if I can add anything."
Upon hearing this, Tang Ze, who was happily petting the cat, lowered his head and looked at the hairline on Conan's head with contempt.
You just reached out for the reference answer, right? I really taught you.
Having said that, Tang Ze gave the message without hesitation.
"There are basic cat supplies such as litter boxes and cat food, but many necessary items are missing. There is very little cat food in stock, no cat toys, and no airline boxes or other equipment for convenient pet transportation. I have checked, and there are no cleaning supplies either." Tang Ze scratched the cat's chin with his fingers, watching the cat in his arms close its eyes in comfort and raise its head, "This should not be the victim's cat. It may be a boarding cat."
"Oh, that makes sense..." Conan nodded slowly.
Stockpiling cats and toys may be a problem related to the homeowner's financial situation, but not even preparing basic airline boxes and cleaning supplies does not seem like a family that keeps cats for a long time.
These can all be considered relatively basic speculations, which are still completely within the scope of reasoning and there is no reason to disagree with them.
But the next sentence is a bit outrageous.
"The cat probably belongs to a nearby neighbor. It's very likely that the murderer brought it in himself." Tang Ze said calmly, "I guess the murderer lives across the street from him."
Conan felt that a lot of steps in solving the problem were skipped: "......?"
No, I mean if you give me some clues, I will try to connect the information for you. I don’t mean to give me the answer directly and let me have a headache with you…