Ke Xue: The gentle scum of the Fu family!

Chapter 147

“Brother Zhufu, who do you think the murderer is?” Twilight asked urgently, and everyone was looking forward to the answer.

Without going around in any circle, Zhufusi looked sideways at the Ochiai curator who was watching him, his phoenix eyes meeting the other’s experienced eyes.

“It’s this old gentleman.”

Ochiai’s pupils shrank, and although he expected this, the hands hanging at his sides inadvertently clenched.

“What!?”

Twilight was shocked, and he almost jumped up.

“Is this true?!”

Everyone present was very surprised, especially the staff in the museum, who seemed to have been struck by lightning, and their heads were buzzing.

“What are you talking nonsense!”

One of the young staff members in a light blue suit said angrily, clenching his fists and starting to fight for his curator.

“It’s impossible for Curator Ochiai to kill people at all!”

Most of the rest of the staff also questioned Zhu Fu Siyuan’s statement, how could their old curator, who usually treats people with humility, kill President Zhenchu so cruelly?

Conan looked at the Ochiai curator, scanned the things left at the crime scene again, did not speak, frowned and pondered.

The shock of the two girls, Mori Ran and Aiko Asaba, was overflowing, and the director of Ochiai looked so kind, how could it be the murderer?

Seeing this, Maori Kogoro asked Zhufu Siyuan: “You kid said that there is no evidence, saying that people are murderers, you have to come up with some evidence, right?” ”

“Yes, Brother Zhufu.”

Twilight Thirteen answered. 24

“How did you come to that conclusion?”

“Of course, there is evidence.”

Zhufu Siyuan retracted his gaze, he looked at the place where Kenzo Shinaka died tragically, his chin raised slightly, signaling everyone to look over there.

“But before that, please pay attention to a few details that exist on the scene.”

He said in a steady tone:

“First, the ballpoint pen that fell behind the sculpture; second, the paper ball held by President Manaka; Third, the wall against which President Manaka leans. ”

When he heard Zhufu Siyuan say this, Pavilion Master Ochiai lowered his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, it was seen through.

At the same time, Takagi Wataru and Chiba and Nobumi Twilight nodded, and walked over to look for it with great insight.

One person picked up the ballpoint pen that had fallen on the ground and took it;

One took out the blood-stained note that President Shinaka held in his hand, unfolded it, and sent it to Twilight.

“Hmm…”

Twilight looked at the rather high-grade ballpoint pen, put on white gloves and held it in his hand and pressed it, then took out a notepad and drew a few circles on it.

“This pen is usable.”

He turned his head to look at the staff in the museum, “This is printed with the logo of the Medieval Art Museum, it should be here, right?” ”

“Yes.”

The young employee in the light blue suit just now answered truthfully: “This is a ballpoint pen specially made for the 50th anniversary this year, as long as it is a relevant person, everyone will have it.” ”

He accentuated the pronunciation of “everyone”, stared at Zhufu Siyuan, and said, “You can’t just rely on this to mean that Director Ochiai is the murderer. ”

“You’re right.”

Zhufu Siyuan just nodded, waiting for Twilight Thirteen to finish reading these two things, and did not intend to make useless arguments with him.

Twilight put the ballpoint pen into the evidence bag and looked at the label paper with his name on it.

“What is written on this is… Wada. ”

As soon as Wada heard his name written on it, his face changed instantly, and he shook his head in panic, and even the hairstyle with the mushroom head shook together.

He anxiously explained, “It has nothing to do with me! I don’t know anything! ”

“What’s going on, Brother Zhufu?” Twilight asked Zhufu Siyuan, waiting for his answer.

“Please look at the traces on it.”

Zhufu Siyuan stretched out his finger to point to the words on the label paper, but he was careful not to touch the evidence.

Twilight Thirteen took the paper and looked at it carefully, and through the reflection of the light, he could see that there were several scratches on it.

Conan didn’t know when he also came over, but he couldn’t see the contents on tiptoe, and he was still dragged by Zhufu Siyuan and lifted up under his armpits.

“It’s like a ballpoint pen without oil,” Twilight muttered.

“That’s right.” Zhufu Siyuan bowed his head, “The ballpoint pen handed over by Officer Takagi just now, the tip of the pen is put in, right?” ”

Takagi thought about it and nodded, “Yes, it is indeed taken in.” ”

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Zhufu Siyuan put Conan down.

“Actually, I just went to the security room and retrieved the surveillance video, and the object of killing President Manaka in it was a man wearing armor, but I couldn’t see his face clearly.”

Hearing this, the surprise in Conan’s heart gradually disappeared, and he knew that it was impossible for Zhufu not to be interested in the case.

It turned out to be to see the surveillance.

After Zhufu Siyuan described the surveillance footage he saw in detail, he began to reasoning methodically.

“First, when President Manaka saw the label paper, his face was extremely shocked, indicating that the paper was not blank, but had words written on it, and that the words on it were not the truth.”

“Since the word Wada is written, it means that the prisoner wants to blame Mr. Wada, who treated art roughly.”

“Second, President Manaka took advantage of the armor to turn around, picked up the pen on the table, wrote something on it, and then discarded the pen, and he did not put the pen head in this set of actions.”

“It can be inferred from this that the ballpoint pen was replaced afterwards, and the scratches on it were the marks left by the ballpoint pen that could not write.”

“Third, only label paper was left on the wall where President Shinaka died tragically, but no artwork was hung, indicating that the artwork was moved away in advance, probably for the purpose of not being able to bear to defile the artwork.”

“Just like the work of “Heavenly Punishment”, the death of President Manaka is the same as the composition of “Heavenly Punishment”, and it is a righteous knight who kills the devil.”

“The above three clues all point to one person, and the person who has the right to move the artwork is the director of Ochiai.”

Hearing this, everyone looked at the respected old curator in horror, trying to determine whether it was true by his expression.

“But, but…”

The employee in the light blue suit did not have the confidence before, he shook his head and said in disbelief:

“But these are all your conjectures, substantial evidence?”

“That ballpoint pen that can’t write,” Zhufu looked at Director Ochiai, “Maybe it’s still on this old gentleman.” ”

Twilight Thirteen’s face was solemn, and he walked up to the Ochiai curator, “Ochiai, please cooperate.” ”

“Hahaha…”

The Ochiai curator raised his head and smiled, then slowly looked around all the employees, and finally looked at Zhufu Siyuan.

“The evidence doesn’t have to be looked at, and all the processes are exactly as the teenager said.”

“Curator…”

The employee in the light blue suit wanted to say something more, but this time he couldn’t say anything.

“At that time I was waiting to meet someone, with a demon whose soul had fallen.” Director Ochiai slowly spoke, telling the story of the killing.

“I think he is hopeless, so I will hide in the armor and kill him.”

“For example, the timing of President Shinaka’s catching a gap, jumping in front of him, the location of the sticker strip, and the place to put a ballpoint pen are all calculated because I practiced here several times.”

“So, the 480 armor that the security personnel see walking around in the middle of the night, is it you…?” Mori Kogoro asked.

“yes…”

Director Ochiai seemed relieved.

“Maybe you think it’s stupid, but it’s all done to get rid of President Manaka.”

“Because he is too selfish to destroy this sacred art museum, I will kill that demon.”

“He wants to take away from my hands the art that is as precious as my own child, as well as the wada that sells the works casually, and I will punish you too…”

“Director Ochiai, this is not the same as painting.” Maori Kogoro said, “You yourself have been punished by heaven. ”

“No, no, it’s exactly like that painting.” Curator Ochiai shook his head.

“Although the demon was killed by the righteous knight, the knight was also baptized by evil blood, which means that he himself was also contaminated by the demon.”

“No matter what, I am a murderer, and now I have become the embodiment of the devil, and those evidences cannot escape the calm eyes of this young man… Hahaha…”

Less than five minutes after the police arrived at the scene, the case was closed under Zhu Fusiyuan’s reasoning.

Handcuffed and sent out of the Hell exhibition hall, the Ochiai curator turned around and glanced at Zhufu Siyuan again, his eyes moving.

He had no reason to give birth to the illusion that this teenager was not the teenager he looked like, he should be older.

Twenty…… No, about thirty years old almost.

But seeing that face that belongs to teenagers, he felt confused again, this is clearly a high school student.

Maybe it’s mental age maturity.

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