Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

"I still don't understand why you are throwing a coin for Kengo Oto." Fingerprint identification will take some time, and Mizuma Yue still refuses to give up making things difficult for Zhishui High Security.

"I think I made it very clear. Originally, that guy Oto didn't want to play with me, so I just forcibly reached out and returned his game, and then tossed another coin, otherwise he might just leave." Zhishui Gaobao explained helplessly.

He also asked to play the surveillance again and explained by pointing to the movements inside.

To be honest, because it is the monitoring of the entire hall, it is mainly to prevent theft, not to catch cheating, so the picture is very blurred. After the silhouettes of Shisui Takaho and Oto Kengo are superimposed together, the resolution is about 20 to 30 pixels horizontally and vertically. , it doesn't look very real.

However, with the explanation of Shisui Kobao, you can gradually understand the movements of the two. It is indeed Shisui Kobao who pretended to be intimate around his neck, and then forced his hand on Kengo Oto's arm and coined.

"But you just told your conversation, it's not like you forced a battle!" Mizumayue asked again, just now what Zhishui Gaobao said was a war like thunder and fire.

"Because I admitted that it was shameful for me to pester others to compete, so I lied a little..." Shimizu Takaho patted his head embarrassedly.

"Is it okay if you don't tell the truth when asked by the police?" Mizumayue shook his head, this Zhishui High Security was full of problems, but he was all rounded up. It would be better to say that he was suspicious than he was too adaptable.

"You'd better think about it now, is there anything else you're hiding from the police."

"Absolutely no more." Zhishui Gaobao vowed.

"Then let me confirm, you are playing against Kengo Oto. He is playing the role of Caesar, and you are playing the role of Silver Wolf, right?" Mizuma Yue confirmed.

"That's right, this is the character we two are best at using." Shisui Koho confirmed.

"Please confirm it again, don't make a mistake, you are using Silver Wolf, Kengo Oto is using Caesar, right?" Mizumayuki asked again.

"I..." Zhishui Gaobao's eyes flickered, and it seemed that he was really thinking seriously, but he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"You don't need to ask about the idiot, Jingbu." After being quiet for a while, Judy spoke again: "Two of them are the hidden wolves of rice flowers, and the other is the calcium mansion of the cup household. We have two watch-wearing characters, it is impossible to go wrong."

I don't know if it's Mizumayuki's illusion, but Judy's words seem to be clearer.

"That's right." Judy's words have directly blocked Zhishui Gaobao's retreat, so Zhishui Gaobao directly confirmed.

"Then you were pressed and beaten by Kengo Oto, and you have never been able to resist, right?"

"That's right, shameful isn't it?"

"Confirm again, you were..."

"Don't confirm such a shameful thing again!" Shisui Kobao directly interrupted Mizumayuki's words.

"Well, if something goes wrong, I won't take responsibility." Mizuma Yue didn't force it, or it would be more beneficial to him.

"Suddenly he didn't move again, and you didn't move either, so the result was a draw, right?"

"right."

"You only found out that he was killed after the game was over, right?"

"right."

"You didn't notice anything unusual about him before the game, right?"

"right."

"Okay, let's go downstairs now, my colleagues have just tinkered with an interesting thing." Mizumayuki said, and led everyone out first.

Taking advantage of the effort at the forefront, Shui Jianyue pressed his temples without a trace, which was his habit of getting headaches every time.

When going downstairs, Mizumayue heard a discordant sound, the rhythm was similar to everyone's pace, it sounded like scratching the blackboard, but more like knocking.

Looking back, everyone did not make any small movements, but the voice was not uploaded by Zhishui Gaobao.

"What's wrong?" Mizumayue suddenly turned around and startled everyone.

"It's okay." Mizumayue shook her head, maybe she heard it wrong.

It will take a lot of time. On the extra coin in the coin box, the identification result of the fingerprint also came out.

The verification of the fingerprints did not bring any surprises, Zhishui Gaobao did not lie, and the extra coin was stuck with his fingerprints.

However, Mizumayuki didn't put his hopes on fingerprint verification. He wanted to see how Shisui Kobao could make a comeback with what Yamamoto Yasuya and the others tinkered with.

"Police Department, read it out!" A group of people surrounded the machine downstairs, among them was police officer Yasuya Yamamoto, who saw Tsuki Mizuma in his sharp eyes and waved his hand excitedly.

I walked in and saw that it turned out to be a laptop connected to the game console with some kind of data cable.

Coincidentally, Yamamoto Yasushi is a talent in electronics, which is very rare in the Metropolitan Police Department, which is generally backward in computer technology.

For example, Officer Meguro, who can't even turn on the phone, and Mikazu Sato, who can turn it on but can't turn it off.

There is no problem with turning it on and off, but I often do not know the saved Takagi when operating.

Mizumayue has no problems with the operation at all, but the higher-level things are blinded by both eyes.

Just like the last time I talked to Icewine in the organization, when I talked about Mizumayue, I would only be kind.

And Yamamoto Yasushi is a rare master, not as good as a hacker but at the level of a technician. He told Mizuma Yue before that he could try to put a "log" in the game console.

Regarding the log, Yamamoto Yasiya explained that it is a detailed record of when the program is running, and some programs will save this.

Therefore, after obtaining the consent of the owner of the video game center, Mizuma Yue asked him to retrieve the log.

Looking at his appearance now, this log should be successfully extracted.

As a direct result of the laptop, Mizuma Yue flipped the contents on it, and Yamamoto Yasushi stood by to explain the contents to him.

"What is that?" I wonder if there is a ghost in my heart, Zhishui Gaobao took the initiative to ask loudly.

"Of course it's a good thing. It records all the operation records of this machine." Mizumayuki said: "Zhishui Gaobao, how do you remember it?"

"It's impossible, how could there be a log on it, you're cheating on me, right? Don't waste your time!" Zhishui Gaobao shook his head, not believing everything in front of him.

Mizumayuki gave Yamamoto Yasiya a look and motioned him to explain, because Mizumayue couldn't explain this.

"Yes, normally because it will take up memory and make the game more laggy, most games have no logging to ensure smoothness."

"However," Yamamoto Yasushi changed his words: "This fighting game has only just appeared. In order to obtain more operational data for improvement, the program automatically records the daily "log", and automatically sends the log at night and then clears it. "

"Why!" Zhishui Gaobao seemed very unhappy, no, it was more than just unhappy.

"Let me see... If Yamamoto hadn't fooled me, this record should indicate that the last game of this machine was the Silver Wolf, right?" Yamamoto read the machine used by the dead Kengo Oto.

Zhishui Gaobao did not speak, but gritted his teeth.

"Then in operation... the machine showed barely any operation being felt, just a large output signal and a small and weak input signal."

This new type of fighting game console already has the prototype of a somatosensory game. Instead of using the handle to operate, sensors on the hands and feet transmit actions back.

At the same time, if the character in the game is beaten, the sensor will also transmit the weakened feeling to the player, which is the reason why it is said that this kind of game is too real and easy to induce heart disease.

And more output and less input means that the player has almost no operation, but means to be beaten, and a small and weak input should be recorded after the slight movement of "being beaten".

"We shouldn't have mistaken the game console? Could it be that this is actually the one you used?" Mizumayuki pretended not to know, and looked at Shisui Kobao sarcastically.

Taking a deep breath, Zhishui Kobao said directly: "That's right, I lied again, we exchanged game characters, and then I crushed him, can't I?" Directly with a "yes, it's the person I killed, but you can only find evidence that I lied, but you can't find evidence that I killed people, what to do!" attitude.

Mizumayuki glanced at Zhishui Gaobao contemptuously, as if dismissing his tricks.

"Mr. Dejima, can I take a few steps?" Mizuma Yue turned to the clerk Dejima.

"Ah? Ah, no problem." Dejima was stunned, wondering why this suddenly involved me? However, it still feels like I have taken a few steps.

Because he was too nervous, his steps were crooked, as if he couldn't walk suddenly.

However, what Mizumayuki wanted was not his graceful steps, but just to confirm that the strange sound he heard before was just on the soles of his shoes.

Not only Suizuki, but at least half of the people this time heard that Dejima's soles were different, including Dejima now staring blankly at the soles of his own.

"What are you doing, take it down and take a look!" Shui Jianyue urged.

"Don't move!" Sakida Yuan jumped out again. Since it was the thing named by Mizumayuki, he definitely couldn't let Dejima touch it with his hands directly, so as not to stick his fingerprints.

He slowly lifted Dejima's right foot with his gloved hand and saw a cigarette, a piece of chewing gum, a piece of chewing gum wrapper and…

"Poison needle!" Sakida Yuan exclaimed, he saw a steel needle with a gleaming cold light caught in the flattened cigarette, and subconsciously thought that this was the murder weapon used to poison Kengo Oto.

"What? Poisonous needles!" Of course, no one could keep calm when a normal person heard the poisonous needles under their feet, including Dejima. Dejima was so frightened that if Sakida Yuan hadn't grabbed his feet, he would have been able to fly out.

"Don't move around, I'll take it down for you!" Sakida Yuan said dissatisfiedly, the gloves on his hands are not anti-acupuncture, and in case it is a poisonous needle, stab himself when he picks it, and he will be finished. Now, after listening to the description of this thing from the coroner's department, if you are poisoned, you will have to go to the hospital.

After taking down the poison needles and cigarettes, chewing gum, and chewing gum wrapping paper, they carefully put them into the evidence bag, and then Sakida Yuan gave the things to Mizumayuki.

Mizumayuki held the thing and shook it in front of Shisui Takabao: "This structure is very interesting, by the way, I seem to see someone chewing gum all the time."

"Officer, take a good look!" Zhishui's high security plan succeeded, and he took out his chewing gum and cigarette case: "Whether it's cigarettes or chewing gum, it seems that mine is different from these, right?"

Mizumayuki glanced at the surveillance camera on the ceiling, because it was hidden, if the store owner didn't say it, if he didn't look carefully, he would have thought it was a fire-fighting smoke detector.

"You said, did the camera capture that someone was picking up chewing gum and cigarettes thrown by others from the ashtray?" Mizuma Tsuki looked at Zhishui Gaobao narrowly.

"How do I know? Officer, if you doubt me, you might as well take a look to see if there are my fingerprints on it." Shisui Kobao finally didn't dare to look at Mizumayuki.

"Go up to three people to see the surveillance, this time it is not easy to see." Mizuma Yue first directed his men to go to the surveillance to find clues, and then took the words of Zhishui Gaobao: "It seems that you are very confident, obviously Touched it without fingertips, but do you think there are palm prints on it?"

"Palm pattern?" Zhishui Gaobao was taken aback.

"Look at your own palm, do you find any patterns similar to fingerprints?" Mizumayue shook her hand and turned her palm towards Zhishui Gaobao: "Most people only know that everyone's fingerprints are different, but no Several people know that palm and foot prints are also unique and can also be used as identification evidence."

"Since you didn't pick it up with your fingertips, how did you pick it up? Hold it in your hand? Hold it with your fingers?" Mizumayue asked step by step as she talked to herself: "Think about it carefully, your own Have you ever touched this thing on your palm, especially where the palm lines are clear?"

Zhishui Gaobao lowered his smart head that refused to admit defeat. He couldn't remember whether he had encountered it or not. Coupled with the interference of Suimayue's words, he felt that his flaws finally came, no longer nonsense, and admitted it. own crime.

As for the motive, without his explanation, the person who went to investigate his sister also sent back the news. It turned out that his sister and Kengo Oto didn't live well after living together. Because of Kengo Oto's relationship, life was very hard, and in the end it was due to malnutrition. Coupled with other factors leading to blindness, Kengo Oto is now lying in a hospital bed as if he doesn't remember this person.

Seeing that Shisui Gaobao was finally taken away, Mizumayuki let out a long sigh of relief.

"Landscape~www.NovelMTL.com~ The mud looks like Ru, Shi, Heavy and Negative. It's the same." Judy asked suddenly.

It took a while for Shui Jianyue to understand what Judy meant, and explained: "It's hard to say whether he can find evidence of him in the surveillance, at least the palm print, hehe..."

"Zhang Wen is the filmmaker's horse?" Judy asked. As an FBI investigator, of course she knew what was going on, but she still asked stupidly.

Because Xiaolan and Yuanzi were still listening, and they showed curious eyes, Mizuma Yueming knew that Judy was acting stupid and didn't mind explaining: "Palm lines do exist, and they are indeed different from each other, but they are different from each other. Fingerprints are more difficult than identification, and the success rate is lower, and the adhesion of palmprints is not as high and clear as fingerprints. After being stepped on by the clerk and rubbing against the soles of the feet for so long, something has been worn away."

"Is Jiran a psychological warfare book? It's too bitter!" Judy seemed to be complimenting the moon.

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