"But, what's the use of you taking this piece?" Ai Haibara asked with a frown. In order to hide the piece, Conan asked her to squat in Yuanta's big butt, behind her, and blocking her with Mitsuhiko and Yuanta's bodies to avoid attracting Mizuma's attention, but she was a little aggrieved.

"I picked up this fragment from Yuan Jiaming's blood, but-" Conan stopped when he said this, and the young devils in the Youth Detective Group jumped straight.

"What the hell is Conan? But what? Tell me quickly~" Arimi acted coquettishly.

"Say!" Aviya fully demonstrated her majesty as the leader and ordered directly.

"Conan!" Yuan Tai and Mitsuhiko also called out.

Haibara Ai didn't speak, staring at Conan coldly.

"I just want to test whether you can notice it yourself." Conan shrugged and explained helplessly: "If this fragment was broken when Kazumi was killed, then this fragment should be stained with blood, but there is almost no blood on this fragment, so--" Conan paused again, hoping that the little ghosts could perform more positively.

"When the glass was broken, the deceased had been dead for a long time!" Someone touched, but Ai Haibara answered.

Just as Conan complained that Ai Haibara did not leave a chance for the little ghosts, a demonic voice sounded behind him.

"Conan? Haven't you been back yet?" Mizumatsu walked out of Kaamin's house and saw the group of young detectives gathered together and asked casually.

Conan was startled and hurriedly put the fragments into his pocket with his back to Mizumatsu. Then he turned around and replied, "We're playing games here..." Before he finished speaking, Conan wanted to slap himself.

I really have to deal with other people's habit of pretending to be a child. I also talk about Mizumatsu and just play games. This guy knows himself well and believes in himself, and there will be a ghost...

Unexpectedly, Mizumatsu had something else to worry about and walked out with a tight brow. Not only did he not see Conan's little movements, but he didn't care about Conan's crappy excuse: "If you have enough fun, go home quickly, don't disturb our work."

"Why are you doing this?" Conan suddenly became anxious and asked Mizumatsu to find out the progress of the case. If you can find out anything, you won't expect it. As long as Mizumatsu misunderstood that they stayed here to inquire about the case.

"I can't say..." Mizumatsu didn't have the interest in making a fuss with them, and waved Conan to send him off and was about to walk towards the police car.

After walking two steps, Mizumatsu suddenly remembered something, turned around, looked at Conan, and asked directly without shy away from the other children: "Did you really see the Gin car that day?"

Conan didn't expect Mizumatsu to ask in public. He was stunned for a moment and realized that this was very important to Mizumatsu and confirmed: "It must be his car."

Mizumatsu nodded, turned around and left without saying anything, leaving Conan to make excuses for the little devils himself.

Half an hour ago, the crime scene.

"How is the progress?" Mizumatsu, who had just "questioned" the teenage detective team, walked in and asked Fujiwara Sakaki, the head of the forensic department.

"The gunpowder inspection is about to be carried out." Fujiwara Sakagi replied in a busy manner.

"Smoke of gunpowder?" Mizumatsu raised his eyebrows, "Shooting?" Looking at the corpse again, isn't it? There is a bullet hole in his chest, and 99% of it is fatal injury.

The gun smoke detection reagent has been sprayed on the floor of the entire house and the furniture. Some faint purple color appears at a discernible speed. These are the evidence that the gun smoke produced by shooting falls on the ground and on the furniture.

"This American product is effective. Where can we use it before be so sensitive? The trace amount of gunpowder cannot be detected..." Fujiwara Sakagi sighed with a shaking head.

Mizumatsu nodded and complained: "If Junji Kyono, who is in charge of finance, knows that you will definitely be crazy if you use expensive potions like this."

"He won't know, haha!" Fujiwara Sakagi said indifferently, looking around.

A series of footprints gradually emerged on the ground, some deep and some shallow, which was a blank formed by the soles of gunpowder when people walked by. In the eyes of laymen, it was a representative of disorder, and in the eyes of Fujiwara Sakagi, many things were quickly analyzed.

First, the footprints of those children were ruled out, which were obviously left by the teenage detective team when they discovered the bodies, and secondly, the footprints of the police officers were ruled out.

Excluding known footprints, there were only three sets of footprints left at the scene. One group started from the front of the corpse and entered the depths of the room. It is very likely that the person who shot Yuan Jiaming. The second group came in from the door and walked to the side of the corpse and turned away. The third group seemed to have been standing at the door for a long time since the start of the shooting. The first footprint of this group was almost without gunpowder. This is the evidence where the owner of the footprint had been standing before the gunpowder completely fell.
Chapter completed!