The famous criminal in the world of Conan

Chapter 642: Wrong Message Before Death

"good."

Bai Masong nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't have so many thoughts at the beginning, he just simply wanted to check the alibis of these people. Who knew it would come in handy at this time.

"But......"

Listening to Sato Miwako's words, Shiratori Jinzaburo did not question her correctness, but he really couldn't understand. Logically, this pre-death message should be interpreted in this way, and it was indeed Iwatomi Hajime who was interpreted, but why did he have a clear alibi?

"Could it be that Yan Fuchuang used some trick or device to kill the deceased here, and then immediately ran to the golf tournament to create an alibi?"

Shiratori Jinzaburo forcedly put forward a hypothesis. Although this hypothesis had no basis, it was the most likely scenario he thought.

"It's unlikely,"

Bai Ma Song calmly stood up and rejected Shiratori Renzaburo's idea.

"Or rather, there is no such possibility at all."

Shiratori Renzaburo was stunned by Baimasong's straightforward words. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

Knowing that Shiratori Renzaburo was not convinced, Bai Masong took two steps forward, pointed to the place where the deceased fell, and gave Shiratori Renzaburo a detailed analysis.

"Shiratori, first of all, the deceased's hands and feet were tied when he died. Although he couldn't make large movements, he could still move slightly. During the time when the murderer was away, President Harada could have survived on his own. The murderer would definitely not have left without worry."

"Secondly, the deceased at this time may not behave in a way that follows his train of thought, so it is unrealistic to kill someone with a machine gun."

"Finally, the murder weapon was a golf club. Let's not talk about how to set up the trap with the golf club, just how to get it into the lounge after setting up the trap is a problem."

"Therefore, it is impossible to use the method of tying up the hands and feet of the deceased to kill him by machine."

Listening to Bai Masong's analysis, Shiratori Renzaburo nodded repeatedly.

In fact, he didn't really think that the murder was caused by a machine, but he couldn't think of any other possibilities.

Therefore, at this moment, he frowned and asked Bai Masong,

"Officer Bai Ma, if that's the case, then what about these pre-death messages? Did I really misinterpret them?"

Having said this, he became even more embarrassed.

I thought he would not make any mistake in such a simple message before death, but he actually did.

"No, you didn't misinterpret it. This is how the message before death should be interpreted."

Bai Basong's answer was beyond the expectations of Shiratori Jinzaburo and Sato Miwako.

Shiratori Jinzaburo died because of self-denial, and Sato Miwako simply died because she was not there just now, so she didn't know the message before her death.

However, they all knew the result - Yan Fuchuang had sufficient alibi and could not be the murderer.

However, the interpretation of the message before death was correct, so...

"The White Bird did not misinterpret the message before death,"

Bai Masong said calmly,

"There couldn't be a more appropriate way to interpret this pre-death message."

"When a person is about to die, his thoughts will not be too complicated, so the things he left behind must be the message before his death that he felt could directly point to the murderer. Therefore, this interpretation is correct. This is the true thought of the deceased President Harada - to spell out the murderer's name through katakana."

"But, Yan Fuchuang is definitely not the murderer..."

Shiratori Renzaburo was about to say something puzzled, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly thought of a possibility.

At the same time, Sato Miwako, who was watching from the sidelines, also thought of this possibility -

"The deceased was misled?!"

"Um,"

Bai Masong saw that they finally reacted and nodded in satisfaction.

"That's right. Since the message before death was correct, but something went wrong with the corresponding person in the end, then this is the only possibility."

As he said this, he walked over to the pile of building blocks and said in a deep voice to Shiratori Renzaburo and Sato Miwako,

"Do you think these four blocks stained with ink stand out among this pile of blocks?"

Conspicuous...it must be extremely conspicuous, after all, it is stained with ink.

Shiratori Renzaburo thought so in his mind, and he watched for a few seconds at the side and noticed that the colors of several of the building blocks were not right.

and many more......

"If it was so conspicuous, then why didn't the murderer notice it at the time?"

A cold smile flashed across Bai Masong's lips.

Yes!

Shiratori Renzaburo thought to himself, since this thing is so conspicuous, and I noticed the problem in just a few seconds, then what is the possibility that the murderer didn't notice it?

Fifty percent? Still... no chance...

Bai Ma Song, who had mentioned this issue, saw that Shiratori Renzaburo had already reacted, so he changed the topic in another direction.

He turned around, stretched out his hand and patted the president's desk, looking at Shiratori Renzaburo and Sato Miwako meaningfully.

"Do you think there is anything wrong with this table?"

What's the...problem?

Shiratori Rensaburo and Sato Miwako were both confused. Is there something wrong with this table?

The things on the desk are arranged very neatly, pen holder, drawing board, desk lamp...

All of these are arranged in an orderly manner, which shows that although the president may not do much work, he is generally serious, rigorous and clean.

and many more!

Clean, neat...

Before Shiratori Jinzaburo could react, Sato Miwako reacted first.

"I see!"

She clapped her hands lightly with a smug smile on her face.

“This table is so clean!”

"What's wrong with being clean?"

Shiratori Renzaburo still didn't understand.

"Maybe the deceased president was a clean person himself?"

"maybe,"

Sato Miwako smiled and immediately explained,

“Maybe this president is a strict and clean person, but this has nothing to do with whether his desk is clean or tidy!”

"That's what you mean?"

Shiratori Renzaburo frowned and asked in confusion.

At this time, Bai Masong exerted a little force with his arm and gently bumped into the president's desk.

"boom!"

The table made a slight collision sound, and then everything on the table began to shake. The pen holder and desk lamp also shook and fell down, and the rulers, pencils and pens in the pen holder were scattered all over the table.