As soon as the basement door opened, the smell that came out on the face made people frown.

The air purifier in the corner was buzzing, but the effect didn't seem to be significant. The house was filled with a strong chemical smell, leather, plastic, various pigments, varnishes, and other odors mixed together, making people feel that if you stay for a few more seconds, you can be smoked and mutated directly.

The smell is bad, but the items are arranged neatly and cleaned very cleanly.

Different kinds of materials are piled up everywhere, with sewing machines and tables in the middle, and a row of clothes hangers against the wall, and a row of plastic models. Ordinary custom clothing is hung on the clothes hangers, while higher-end ones are draped on the models.

Shiraishi walked into the house and glanced at him, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked around carefully again, and his eyes quickly set in a corner of the room.

Mikako Sato covered her nose and looked around the house, looking for the point where this place was related to the kidnapping case.

Those who can get a standard briefcase and put the money into the Noguchi car are likely to be the employee here.

If this company was the place where the crime was committed, the rarely visited basement would obviously be more suspicious than the two rooms above. I wonder if blood can be found...

Just as she was thinking, a figure flashed past her.

Mikako Sato looked up and saw Shiraishi walking to the wall, looking at the gorgeous clothes on the wall, looking at the strange look.

Sato rarely saw his expression like this, and walked over in confusion. Shiraishi noticed someone approaching, turned to look at her, pointed to the wall and whispered: "This... seems to be a human."

"..." Officer Sato looked at the plastic model in front of him, thinking that he had heard it wrong, "...what?"

Shiraishi hesitated for a moment, approached slightly, and sniffed the plastic model wrapped in gorgeous clothes, and raised his hand and pressed it.

After a moment he stood up and pushed away half a step: "This is a human."

After pausing, perhaps realizing that his wording was wrong, he changed his words in Mikako Sato's slightly terrifying eyes: "I mean... this seems to be a corpse."

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The search warrant arrived not long after.

There are four "plastic models" in the basement. Without the cover of clothes and wigs, the difference between their carefully marinated skin by chemical materials and other models becomes obvious.

Officer Sato looked at it with a cold look for a while, rushed upstairs in a daze, kicked open the door of Hiroshi Hiro on the second floor, and almost kicked it into the wall opposite with the door and frame.

I originally thought I could catch the serial murder and kidnapping suspect who had just woken up.

Unexpectedly, before I could enter the house, I saw a fat man lying on the ground next to the desk.

The man had a pile of money on his hands, and a large pile of money was placed on the table, his eyes and mouth were wide open, and he looked like he died suddenly on the way to count the money.

The people who entered the house were stunned for a moment, and then quickly entered the state - serial kidnapping and murder cases may be a bit difficult, but they were very familiar with the situation where a person suddenly died in the house and soon entered the state.

Even Conan was much more energetic than when he was in the basement just now.

Junko Fujii leaned against the door and was stunned for a while. The people in the room were very busy and didn't have time to care about her, but as soon as she walked around, the police stared at her.

Junko Fujii realized that it was difficult for her to move and stood still.

After the girls' bodies were found, Shiraishi's mission was completed.

He wanted to say goodbye directly, but he always felt a little strange when he left at this moment, so he decided to wait for a while.

In Hiro Hiroshi's room, all the windows were locked from the inside, and there was only one key on the door and placed on his desk, and there was no sign of the door and window being pried.

Simply put, this is a secret room.

The cause of his death was potassium cyanide poisoning, which everyone is familiar with, but no poison was detected in the coffee cup and elsewhere. Only the deceased's right thumb finger and several bills were poisoned.

When Shiraishi heard "thumb" and "bills", he thought about the habit of licking his fingers when counting money, and his memory suddenly revived.

This method of committing the crime really impressed him. He put a box of wet sponges in the classroom, and firmly asked representatives of various classes to wet their fingers in a healthier way when counting papers.

Bai Shi circled around the small house, and after he knew it, he planned to find a place to sit down and rest - he remembered that there were three leather reception chairs beside the door.

But when he walked to the door, Shiraishi found that there was one more person on the chair - Junko Fujii was sitting at one end of the reception chair, and she was not in a state of mind, and a little ashes had fallen under her feet.

She noticed someone approaching, and looked up and saw Shiraishi sitting next to her, looking like she had something to say.

Junko Fujii knows it: "Come and persuade me to surrender?"

"..." She interrupted Shiraishi's words before she could say yet, and turned to look at her.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Junko Fujii thought she had guessed correctly, and sneered and explained casually:

"Your eyes are so obvious. When you look at me, you don't look at ordinary passers-by at all... The police officer would bring me here because of what you said.

"And the 'plastic models' just now were wrapped in clothes and wigs, and not many exposed parts were exposed, but you can tell at a glance that they had investigated in advance?"

Shiraishi wanted to shake her head.

But he still has something to do, so he couldn't just chat to death, so he nodded as Fujii Junko said: "You surrender yourself."

"Submit yourself? Why do I surrender?" However, the woman suddenly smiled badly and spat a cigarette, "Nothing I said just now is to admit that she is the murderer."

It's actually not moral to be so funny, but Junko Fujii's heart is under too much pressure. She just happened to be an honest man who looked very righteous and did it without thinking.

She could almost imagine the expression of a young man, and after she finished speaking, she looked over with a little anxiety and pleasure.

But things were not the same as what she thought.

The young man's expressions have almost never changed, let alone surprise or anger.

He just nodded kindly, as if he was dealing with a kindergarten kid, but his mind followed her words: "Is that so, then don't go."

“…”

Junko Fujii suddenly asked her colleague whether to eat steak or sushi at noon. She replied that if you want to eat steak, eat steak, and if you want to eat sushi, eat sushi, and you will feel happy.

Is it an illusion?

Why do I feel like this person is so perfunctory?

Junko Fujii is actually very confused.

She did want to kill Hiroshi Hirota and end this series of murder and kidnapping cases, but she didn't want to go to jail herself. She was different from those two gambling people and her life was still long.

Originally, she planned to guide the police to notice the money and hacksaw in another car after the crash - the icon of Feitian company on the paper bag and briefcase. Even if the police did not notice it at the beginning, they would definitely be able to find Feitian's handicraft workshop later.

At that time, you can pretend to be an employee who has just come to work, pretend to encounter him when the police car arrives near the workshop, and help them open the door of the company.

Then, as a passerby, he mingled into the police pile, and when the police found Hiro Hiro's body, he was in a hurry, wiped out some evidence he left behind and let Hiro Hiro "dea commit suicide".
Chapter completed!