Chapter 308

Out of the Daijia shrine, I don't know if it's a psychological effect. The sound of the waves is clearer, and I stretch for a long time.

Huiyuan followed, half opened his eyes and said helplessly: "he'll pretend to be a good person and play cool... He won't tell others what to turn himself in... If she doesn't turn herself in, a bad person's reputation will be damaged."

Gao Cheng, holding the back of his head, said with a dry smile: "I didn't think so much... But I'm still willing to believe that Miss Junhui will cry because she killed her friends, not a killer."

Gray yuan white, high into one eye, do not want to continue to pull, turned to ask softly: "then you know her motive to kill?"

"I don't know..." Gao Cheng shook his head and silently looked at the shrine warehouse, which was once again reduced to ruins. "It's probably for the middle-aged woman in the fire three years ago. It doesn't matter now."

"I knew," Conan came up with a smelly little face. "Mr. Lulang said that you had entered the yarn weaving room, and I was wondering if you would find any clues. Even when you found Miss Junhui's body, you didn't respond. It seemed that you were sure that Miss Junhui wasn't dead..."

Gao Cheng is full of black lines: "Hey, is it too much to eavesdrop on others?"

Conan put on a dead fish's eye: "it is clear that the investigation is clear, but also pretending to be stupid to hide our talent too much?"

"When did I pretend to be stupid?" Gao Cheng turned back and faced Conan, who put his hands in his pants pocket like a little adult, "besides, if I make it clear with you guys, I'm sure it will make a big deal again, and gather all the people together for the reasoning show, right? It's better now, detective. There's something more important than fame. We can't treat all the prisoners roughly... "

Conan looked at Gao Cheng, dumbfounded and twitched: "who do you think will make a big deal to make a reasoning show? Hello..."

Gao Cheng doubted: "after you solve the case, won't you use uncle Maori to call everyone together, and won't you come to the drama of sleeping little Goro?"

Conan's words are blocked. I think I can really use uncle Maori's identity to solve the case.

"It depends... Why do you want that bad old man to come if you're here?"

"Do you call your father-in-law a bad old man?" Gao Cheng was a little speechless. "But is it over at the service department? If you don't find Mr. menjo back, it's also a problem... "

"Schoolmaster Chenghu!" Xiaolan ran anxiously, "someone called the shrine just now, what he said was strange!"

"Strange?" Gao Cheng and Conan stop talking.

"Yes, he said that he was very grateful for the shrine's willingness to cede dugong's arrow to him. It cost him a million dollars, which was very valuable. He also said that her son's operation went very smoothly..."

"Cede the arrow of dugong?"

"He said it was the morning before yesterday," Xiao Lan continued. "A man working in the shrine sold the arrow to him feverishly."

"The morning before yesterday was just before the ceremony," Gao Cheng recalled, "I remember Miss Jun Hui did say that an old couple returned the number plate that morning... The man they were talking about should be Mr. menjo?"

"Well, I don't know the name, but it's said that he was a tall man with no shaving on his face, and he was about 50 years old..." Xiaolan said, "if it's Mr. menjo, is it because of the arrow of dugong that he killed people?"

"He is not a murderer, just a thief. It seems that he stole Miss Shazhi's arrow."

Gao Cheng doesn't know what to say about that old alcoholic. He steals arrows and registers. Now he runs away and hides in the mountains with the police

"Anyway, first contact the service department and have a look..."

After a while, uncle Maori returned to the shrine with Fukui County police. By the way, he also brought the old drunkard who had been arrested for a long time.

"This guy escaped in the mountains for a long time," the bald criminal police officer who led the team rudely pushed the door still burping to the ruins of the warehouse. His face was still angry. "The register you mentioned was on him. It was this guy who robbed naixuzi's number card."

Gao Cheng was surprised and said, "where's the service department? Uncle, isn't he with you? "

"I don't know," Uncle Maori said vaguely. "I didn't see him after I got separated in the mountains... That boy shouldn't get lost, would he?"

Interpol interrupted: "I'll send someone to look for it later. I heard that someone who bought dugong's arrow called, right? Did the other party leave contact information? We need to investigate further. "

Then the criminal policeman looked at the old drunkard coldly: "now you can't sophistry, can you? An arrow stolen from her daughter sold for one million yuan. You are not satisfied with the sweet taste. When you know that miss Shoumei has won, you kill her at the waterfall and steal the number plate by the way. Then miss naixuzi, who has also won the arrow, asks to commit a crime again in the fishing net

"But you didn't expect that there would be a register of number plates at the ceremony. After hearing this, you hurried here to steal the register. As a result, Miss Jun Hui ran into her and burned her to death in the warehouse..."

"Police officer," Gao Cheng looked at the Interpol's endless narration, determined that the old drunkard was the murderer. Fu Er interrupted, "Mr. menhou can't be the murderer."

"Well?" The criminal police looked at Gao Cheng in doubt and frowned, "I remember you are a famous detective in Tokyo like this sleeping little Goro, right? Now it's very clear that there are his fingerprints on the swimming ring as well... "

"Police officer, almost everyone on the island knows about the roster and the location of the roster," Gao Cheng had to explain. "Moreover, judging from the technique of this serial homicide, the murderer is meticulous and has a complete plan. It is impossible for him to leave fingerprints or even steal the roster in a hurry, leaving such an obvious loophole."

Seeing that the criminal police began to think, Gao Cheng continued: "also, naixuzi reminded me to be careful of Mr. Menwai. I suspect that Mr. Menwai killed miss Shoumei because of the number plate... How can she meet Mr. Menwai alone?"

The forehead of bald criminal police wrinkled into Sichuan characters: "what's the matter with the fingerprints on the life buoy?"

"It may be that the number plate and the life buoy were tripped on the way to the river, and Mr. Menwai left it when he took it secretly."

"Yes, Mr. detective is right at all," the old drunkard said wrongly. "I happened to pick up that brand by the river. I think we all know that the brand is Shoumei. The police will mistakenly think that I am the murderer, so they run to steal the register..."

Criminal police cold hum a way: "so say miss Jun Hui or because discover you to be killed?"

"It's not me. I stole the register and ran straight into the woods..."

"It's really not him," Gao Cheng said, looking at the honest door, "if he was the murderer, the register would have been burned."

The criminal police angrily grabbed his bald head: "who is the murderer in the end?"

Gao Cheng closed his eyes and didn't answer the criminal police.

"I said detective Chenghu," the bald criminal said impatiently. "Since the murderer is not this drunkard, is it his missing daughter?"

Gao Cheng met the group's expectant eyes and felt as if they were pricked with needles. He frowned: "this..."

"It's me. The real killer is me." The voice of Dai Junhui on the island suddenly sounded at the side of the shrine, which startled all the people present.

Uncle Maori opened his eyes directly and looked back at the longevity woman who was a large section tall by the side of the shrine. His old face and body were extremely incompatible.

"Jun, Miss Jun Hui?"

"What's going on?"

"Shazhi, they were all killed by me," she said with a bitter smile. "Sorry for the trouble..."

"Why?" Fukuyama Lulang looked closely at Dai Junhui and said with disbelief, "aren't the three of them good friends you've been playing with since childhood?"

Daodai bowed his head tearfully: "compared with revenge for his mother, which is more important from childhood to big friends? Three years ago, because they couldn't draw the arrow of dugong at the ceremony, the three of them set fire to the warehouse after they got drunk. They wanted to see if my mother was really immortal

"A week ago, Shazhi lost her arrow and came to see me. I knew it was the same thing again..."

"But," said Fukuyama, "didn't your mother die when she went to sea five years ago?"

"That's just my mother's decision to feign death in order to concentrate on playing the role of life style," shimadai Junhui choked. "In the fire, my mother also made a mobile phone call to me, and asked me not to let the longevity woman die like that for the sake of this island..."

……

The next morning, all the residents of the island gathered at the port to see off Miss Jun Hui, who was about to be taken away by the police of Fukui county..

Gao Cheng, along with his uncle and a group of people from the Ministry of clothing, stood by the dock, frozen by the cold wind.

Huiyuan looked at the shivering Gaocheng, then looked at the side, not affected at all, and even wearing a short skirt of Heye and Xiaolan, speechless: "cold?"

"It's not cold." Gao Cheng sneezes and shrinks his neck into his scarf.

I really don't understand why Japanese girls can wear a skirt on a cold day

Shimadai Junhui, escorted by the police, quietly goes through the crowd and gets on the boat. When she passes Gao Cheng, she suddenly stops.

"Detective Chenghu..."

"Ah?" Gao Chengqiang can't help shivering and tries to pretend not to be cold.

Shimadzu looked sad and couldn't help laughing. She continued to follow the police.

The soft and beautiful hair fluttered with the wind, and the slender blue coat made the figure look a little thin, so they wrapped their collars on the boat under the silent gaze of the people.

There was another big storm on the sea, and the ship could not sail smoothly, just like the witch who did not want to support the island alone for three years

Gao Cheng wiped his nose: "Xiao AI? Do I look bad? Like a villain? "

"It's not just bad guys," he said, looking down at Gao Cheng. "Someone seems to be too gentle with female prisoners, especially beautiful female prisoners..."

"Do you have one?" Gao Cheng said, "maybe I'm a feminist? But... Hello, I'm very nice to ordinary prisoners. What's the matter with beautiful female prisoners? "

Looking at Dai Junhui on the ship, Gao Cheng's thoughts are flying. Who can tell the good or the bad. She said that Dai Junhui was a good person, but she brutally murdered three faxiao. She said that she was a bad person, but she didn't have a kind heart. She was just dragged down by revenge. People are so complex... For him who went to Conan's world to eat and die, it can't change much. He can only protect the people around him in the world where this case seems like a routine. After the storm subsided, Gao Cheng left the island by ship with his uncle and others. Originally, he only stayed for three days, but he was delayed for several days because of the incident. He even had to return to Tokyo with a slight cold“ Really, I wanted to go skiing... "Gao Cheng stood on the deck with a mask depressed, watching the outline of the MERMAID ISLAND gradually disappear in the field of vision. Uncle Maori glanced at Gao Cheng, frowned and said, "when did I catch a cold, I came here to blow cold air. Don't pass it on to us this year..." "when did I infect you? Besides, it's just a common cold, not flu. " Gao Cheng has no good airway. Uncle raised his moustache and doubted deeply: "all the people who contacted you last time have caught a cold. You are the only one who recovers by yourself. Is there such a coincidence?"“ Hello, don't make me look like the source of the disease The Ministry of clothing leaned against the bow of the boat, looking at Gao Cheng's two arguments, and turned to Conan next to him: "you two guys, you actually left me to solve the case without saying it first."“ Who knew you'd break up with the police and almost have an accident? " Conan held his chin, "and I didn't expect that Mrs. Changshou was actually miss Junhui..." "I found the tomb of the mermaid in the forest." the Ministry of clothing looked at the direction of the mermaid Island, with a complicated look. "After seeing the incense burning in the tomb, I had some doubts. It should be Miss Junhui who went to the warehouse to worship her mother, But... "" but? "“ It seems that the old people on the island all know the secret of longevity. They know that Miss Junhui's mother was burned to death three years ago, but they have been cooperating with Miss Junhui to fulfill her mother's last wish. " The Ministry of clothing said wistfully“ Is that right? " Gao Cheng left uncle Maori and came, "in the end, longevity is just a dream, but it brings disaster... I hope this island can recover soon after this incident..." "service department!" Xiaolan suddenly excitedly pushes Gao Cheng away and rushes to the front of the service department. "I heard that you are injured because of he Ye. Let me see the scar of love, OK?"“ "Ha?" Service Department Leng Leng, still don't know the situation, and leaf red face to pull Xiaolan“ Xiaolan, don't... "Gao Cheng stands alone on the edge, watching and ye and Xiaolan chattering around the service department and Conan. He keeps talking about the service department and ye fighting to save each other in the forest cliff. I don't understand, but it's so obvious that everyone can't express their love for each other. These guys are really grinning... Uncle Maori went to Gao Cheng suspiciously. Seeing that Gao Cheng was slightly absent-minded, he collapsed his face and said, "I say, you can't think of Xiao Lan's idea!"“ Where do you think you are, uncle? " Gao Cheng almost stumbled. Even if he wants to make up his mind, he can't make up his mind. His real boyfriend is nearby. Besides, he looks like a man who likes to make up his mind? Isn't it because there's no girlfriend? Uncle, this is discrimination!