Chapter 1923: Nowadays, the mixed society is so versatile?

In the heart of the fighting, Roan snarled, Conan waved his hand, and then said to himself: "... forget it! No matter what you guys want to do, after the case is resolved, you must leave here immediately, can't talk to Xiaolan. , did you know?"
Um... I think so too!
Your girlfriend has a serious violent tendency to stay on, and the ghost knows if he will be beaten again! You know, it’s true that your girlfriend’s beating is really painful...
Needless to say, there is also Shu Yunwen's pit goods here! Although I don't know why this guy didn't expose me now, but what if he suddenly feels bad and grabs to eat fish?
Quick Fight and Conan reached a consensus, silently nodded, then took a look at the body of the scene, whispered: "...as you wish! But to speak, this person should not be killed by Lubang III? The means of Lubang III, if you want to kill people, there is no need to be so troublesome on the scene. This is obviously the illusion of accidental death arranged after someone kills!"
"Yes! You are very powerful, you can see it all at once!" Conan smiled and continued to lower his voice. "The murderer of this case is in the three people, but I have not found evidence yet. Worse..."
"Is there any evidence yet?"
Black feathers quickly bent down, simply looked at the body, and then looked around, after seeing some sticky marks on the legs of the table, reached out and gently pressed, the face showed a blank expression:
"This is the mark left by the tape? It turns out that the reason why the deceased has a heart attack and a chest-holding movement is because someone tied him to the chair with tape, and the sticky marks on the legs of the table. Is the trace left by fixing him..."
"... Of course, if you tape it directly to him, it will leave a trace, so when the murderer ‘fixes him’, he wraps him in other things first, according to me...

The black feathers looked at the blanket on the bed: "...the blanket on the bed is quite suitable."
"Well, you are right." Seeing the black feathers fighting so quickly cracked the murderer's technique, Conan was slightly surprised and praised, "...you guys are quite powerful! I was dead before. The body found the bruises left behind by the wrapping, and found that the blanket was wet, and it should be the saliva flowing out of the dead..."
"Is it?" Black Feather nodded quickly, and then said, "But it is very strange! Judging from the deadness of the deceased, he died at least one day, how the hotel's cleaning staff did not advance Found his body?"
"This is probably because he hates people tampering with his belongings, so he specifically told the hotel staff not to clean his room..." Conan replied softly, then stretched his finger to the paper next to him, "... This can be seen from the piled up in the paper basket over there..."
"...I found a piece of note paper with information in the over there. The time marked on it was four days ago. If the hotel staff cleaned it every day, the four days ago would never stay. of……"
Conan and the black feathers fight "Balaba" to exchange the case, the idea is more and more clear, Shu Yunwen continues to stand in front of the chess board, thinking about the meaning of the white representative, suddenly next to the dark, I saw Futian Qing Standing next to Shu Yunwen, he asked with respect and respect: "Yongwen adults, are you hungry? I have already told the hotel staff to open a room next door. If you feel hungry, you can go to the side to eat...

"Oh... this is not necessary." Shu Yunwen said that he was not sensitive, and then he said, "You wait a little, the murderer is the one over there. After I have solved the case, let's eat together again..."
Shu Yunwen spoke, and pointed his finger at the side of the horse Ma Longjie, Futian Qing, and then snorted, and then blinked: "... Yun Yun adults, need us to live in the Kyrgyzstan to help?"
"Uh……"
help? God special help!
In addition to letting your men "consider people", you still know what...
Shu Yunwen’s heart rolled his eyes and then whispered:
You don’t want to mess with President Fukuda! If I want him to confess, there are ways! I’m just a little curious now, what do these whites mean?

"White chess?" Listening to Shu Yunwen's words, Fu Tianqing also looked down at the past, then suddenly frowned, and read it out in a word, "...the murderer is a horse, the evidence is his watch... ..."
The sound of Futian Qing was not too small. The people in the whole room heard it clearly. They looked at Futian Qing together and then looked at Xiangma Longjie.
Conan remembered that Naito Dingping had said that Ban Cangzhuo liked the watch very much. He had a flash of light in his head and understood the meaning of this sentence. Xiang Ma Longjie was a big change, like what he thought of, reaching out I lived on my wrist: "...this, this gentleman, what are you talking about... Is the murderer and the murderer not Lubang III? How could it be me? You can't marry me!"
After Saimalongjie finished, everyone’s eyes looked at Futian Qing together. Futian Qing’s eyes screamed coldly:
Hey you? I don’t have that leisure time! I just read the words on this chess board. Come out..."
Fukuda cleared his words, and Shu Yunwen was surprised and said: "President Fukuda, you mean, you see the message on the chess board?"
In other words, I don’t understand the message. How did Futian Qing understand it?
Nowadays, the mixed society is so versatile?
"Yes!" Futian Qing heard the news and immediately nodded. "Yuan Wen, the white chess on the chess board, you should know the points. I am old now, sometimes I can’t see clearly. Word, so I learned a little bit..."
"What? Points?"
After listening to Futian Qing, Shu Yunwen gave a slight glimpse. Conan, who knew the astronomy and knew the geography, immediately took a look at the front of the chess board and then nodded: "Yes! This is the number of points! And these whites are arranged. It means that it is exactly the same as what President Fukuda said..."
Conan’s voice fell, and everyone looked at Xiang Ma Longjie with a brush, and Ma Malongjie panicked and waved:
"No, no! I am not a murderer!"
Xiang Ma Longjie argued two sentences, and then he pointed his finger at Futian Qing.
"...Hey! You are a bad old man! If you dare to talk nonsense, then don't blame me!"