Detective Conan: Knifeman? I'm a good citizen of Beihua

Chapter 262: The First Murder (2)

"Officer Ayanokouji, we heard there was a murder here. We happened to be passing by, so we came in to take a look." Hattori Heiji glanced at the body bag over there. "How is the case going? Is there anything I can help you with?"

After hearing what Hattori Heiji and the others had said, Ayanokouji Fumimaro shook his head and said calmly:

"This case occurred late at night. The deceased returned to the hotel alone after drinking, with no one else accompanying him. Furthermore, this alleyway is a blind spot for surveillance cameras. There are no witnesses at the scene, and the murder weapon was taken away by the murderer. We currently have no other options except to investigate the deceased's interpersonal relationships."

This murder did not involve any sophisticated methods. The murderer committed the crime in an alley, smashing the victim's head with a brick. He then carefully cleaned the scene afterward, erasing all traces of himself, and finally took away the murder weapon, leaving the victim where he was.

The police could not find any more clues from the scene.

We can only infer from the tragic condition of the deceased and the facial wounds that the deceased knew the murderer, and the deceased was not on guard when the murderer committed the crime. The murderer hated the deceased very much. Not only did he hit the deceased with cruel force, but he also hit the deceased with a hammer many times after he died to vent his hatred.

What the police need to do most now is to investigate the deceased's interpersonal relationships and then identify his enemies to see who is most likely to have committed the crime and whether they have an alibi...

The only headache is that Jin Tiancun has a wide range of interpersonal relationships, covering people from different fields and classes. It will take a certain amount of time to identify the suspect.

So even if Kogoro Mori and others came to help, to be honest, they couldn't help much. At most, they would have to wait for the result on the spot like Ayanokouji Fumimaro.

"Oh, so that's the case. There's really no way." Kogoro Mouri touched the back of his head.

Hattori Heiji carefully examined the situation around him and shook his head regretfully: "It is exactly as Officer Ayanokouji said."

The murderer had simply washed the scene, and most of the blood on the ground had been washed away. People passing by here would hardly be able to discover the murder scene at the first sight. Even if they saw the body in the corner over there, they would simply think that there was a drunk man lying on the ground.

Because some people passed by this morning, the scene has been damaged to a certain extent.

After the police sprayed luminol reagent on the ground and the nearby wall, the bloodstains became clearly visible.

However, this is of no use.

Apart from being able to prove that this was the first crime scene, they could not find any other traces of the murderer.

"It seems we have no choice but to go eat first." Baichuanqiu said.

Maori Kogoro rubbed his stomach and said, "Indeed, now that you mention it, I am a little hungry."

Ayanokouji Fumimaro glanced at them, opened his hand, and revealed a cookie in his palm.

Maori Kogoro thought that Ayanokouji Fumimaro was going to give it to him, and stretched out his hand in a somewhat strange manner: "Is this for me——" to eat——

A furry little head popped out from the young police officer's sleeve, squatted skillfully in his palm, and nibbled on the biscuit.

Maori Kogoro changed the subject: "--You showed it to me, haha, this little mouse is quite cute."

Baichuan Qiu: "..."

Ayanokouji Fumimaro: "...It's a squirrel, not a mouse."

Maori Kogoro smiled awkwardly: "Haha, almost, almost!"

Ayanokouji Fumimaro: "..."

Baichuan Qiu: "..."

It's so embarrassing. I even clenched my toes for you...

Ayanokouji Fumimaro didn't really want to pay any attention to Maori Kogoro. He snorted and turned away with his "little friend": "You guys should leave immediately. Don't come to the police murder scene next time, even if you are detectives."

Maori Kogoro muttered quietly: "It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Why are you still angry?

Baichuan Qiu couldn't bear to listen any longer and took the initiative to say, "Mr. Maori, how about we go eat first? I'm a little hungry too."

"Shirakawa-kun still understands me." Maori Kogoro patted Shirakawa Akane's shoulder happily, "Those two guys over there, it's time to go! Don't disturb the police investigation."

Conan: "I know!"

He lowered his voice and said to Hattori Heiji: "I always feel that something is wrong with this case. Come back after dinner to see the follow-up."

Hattori Heiji nodded: "I have the same plan."

"Let's go!"

"it is good!"

Back outside the crowd, Shirakawa Qiu was the first to apologize to Sanfang Anzi: "I'm sorry for wasting Miss Anzi's time."

Mikata Kyoko shook her head: "It's okay."

Then she looked worried: "What's going on in there?"

Shirakawa Akane: "It seems a drunk was walking down the street at night and was attacked by his enemies. The police have no clues about the murderer, so for now they can only investigate based on interpersonal relationships - is that right, Mr. Maori?"

Maori Kogoro nodded. "Yes, this kind of case is usually time-consuming, and detectives are of little help. And I heard that the deceased was an agent for an entertainment company and had a wide network of contacts. This will give Officer Ayanokouji quite a headache."

"Is that so..." Sanfang Anzi's expression was quite solemn, and she seemed very worried.

Hattori Heiji noticed this and was a little surprised: "Ms. Anzi, is there something wrong?"

Mikata Kyoko sighed slightly: "I'm just worried whether this incident will affect us."

"Eh?"

Mikata Anzi lowered her eyes, her voice tinged with sorrow. "The sisters in the geisha house have to perform very late these days before they can go home. If they have to work overtime, they basically walk the streets alone at night... This murderer won't hurt anyone else, right?"

Maori Kogoro comforted her: "This... From the scene, it seems that the murderer hates the deceased very much and will not harm others indiscriminately. Miss Anzi, please rest assured."

Baichuan Qiu: "That's not necessarily true. What if the murderer hates everyone equally?"

Kogoro Mori was speechless.

Hattori Heiji was a little surprised and asked, "Does Ms. Anzi often perform until late at night?"

This feels weird...isn't this a traditional dance performance? Why does it have to last this late?

Mikata Anzi nodded, looking unwilling to say more: "Yeah, it's all work."

As an adult, Maori Kogoro understood almost immediately and patted Hattori Heiji lightly: "You are the only one who asks so many questions."

This is of course not just a performance, the key point is to receive guests and drink with them.

What an immature brat, asking someone such an embarrassing question.

You can't say that you need to drink with guests until late at night before you can go home, right?

Hattori Heiji touched the back of his head, looking confused:???

It was Sanfang Anzi who broke the silence with a smile: "We're here."

Everyone followed her through an alley and came to a private restaurant with classical decoration.

This restaurant resembles a courtyard, surrounded by walls that provide excellent privacy and create a tranquil atmosphere. The courtyard is filled with flowers, and beside the narrow bluestone path lies a winding canal, which carries clear water from the upstream pool.

If it wasn't for Sanfang Xingzi bringing them in, they would probably think they had accidentally entered someone's house.

"They don't usually have many guests here, usually only the boss's friends." Sanfang Anzi said as they walked. "Their roast duck and sashimi are very good. You can try them later."

When they stepped into the house, the first thing they saw was an older counter. The passage on the side of the counter was blocked by a curtain, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Sanfang Xingzi knocked on the table and said in a gentle voice: "Monk, I brought a guest today."

There was no one behind the counter, and the whole space seemed unusually quiet.

Suddenly, a pair of deep eyes peeked out from under the counter.