Chapter 1548 1548 [Case closed]

Hearing this sentence, the script master calmed down instead, and proudly raised his hands, signaling them to search casually.

The little policeman searched carefully from top to bottom, not letting go of every seam. However, the harder he searched, the more obvious the smile on the corner of the screenwriter's mouth became. The "axle" that could be used to block the magician was never found.

The screenwriter looked at the policeman coldly, stood there leisurely, and was about to sneer.

But before the sound came out, a voice suddenly floated from the side.

Jiang Xia circled around him twice, turned to the policeman and said, "Look at the ring on his hand, is it the right size to fit into that lock?"

The screenwriter's fingers trembled, and he suddenly wanted to withdraw his hand.

However, Jiang Xia had already grabbed his wrist, handed it to Superintendent Asa, and pointed: "Look, this is it."

"let me go!"

The script master struggled desperately, but the hand that was being held could not be retracted at all. On the contrary, Mao Lilan saw that his movements were getting more and more violent, and was worried that he would hit someone, so she walked over quickly and helped Jiang Xia hold him down.

The screenwriter couldn't move at all: "...%#*@!"

Inspector Yasa looked at the suspect who was subdued in the blink of an eye, and then at the two high school students who cooperated tacitly: "..." How can you be more skilled than the police.

But this is fine, after all, the evidence is not yet clear. The police directly attack the suspect, which is easy to attract criticism, but it is different for the enthusiastic high school students passing by to help.

Thinking of this, Inspector Asa suddenly had an idea in his mind: Detectives are so easy to use, no wonder in Tokyo, you can often see detectives staying with the police, if there is a detective like Jiang Xia in the UK...

Just thinking about it, he shook his head violently, throwing out this dangerous thought: relying on detectives to solve the case, don't the police lose face! Their London police will never compromise like those Japanese police!

Inspector Asaph: "..." But this time, forget it.

After all, there have been too many cases recently, he is really tired, and now he has no energy to compete with the detectives. He just wants to get off work early, rest early, watch these detectives return to their territory early, and never see each other again.

"Inspector Asaph?"

Maybe it was because he was distracted for a long time, Jiang Xia grabbed the struggling hand of the screenwriter and looked over: "Are you okay?"

"What can I do!" Inspector Yasa was a little guilty.

He cleared his throat, didn't think about those things just now, then followed Jiang Xia's pointing, looked down at the ring on the scriptwriter's finger, hesitant:

"But the ring is bent, but the lock is a straight line... Could it be that when he committed the crime just now, he straightened the ring first, then bent it back and put it on his finger after using it? But if this is the case, the ring is not hard enough, A magician should be able to knock open the tank lid."

Jiang Xia shook his head: "The ring has not been bent. A hole has been punched on the latch of the water tank cover, and the length has been carefully designed. And the ring on his hand looks like it can be broken into an 'S shape' to open. When the crime is done, the ring is opened first, then put on and snapped together, so that a firm circle is formed to hold the bolt in place."

Inspector Yasa suddenly realized, and looked at the dexterous police officer beside him: "Go and try!"

The policeman put on his gloves, took off the ring with the screenwriter's apprehensive expression, fiddled with it a few times, and nodded to report: "It is indeed possible."

Things can finally end!

Inspector Asa got refreshed, and stared at the screenwriter with sharp eyes: "Mr. Shoji, what else do you want to say?"

"...What's wrong with my ring having a strange structure?" The screenwriter was sweating profusely, but his mouth was still hard, "As a magician, it's reasonable to carry one or two magic props with you. With such a ring, I will become a murderer? Huh, it's ridiculous!"

"Oh, how strange!" A child's voice suddenly came from the side.

The screenwriter turned his head like a frightened bird.

Following the prestige, I saw the little boy with glasses who came with Jiang Xia. At this time, I don't know when he went to the side of the screen, and he was looking up at the video above.

Inspector Yasa recalled that the kid named "Kenan" was taken by Jiang Xia like a serious detective, and couldn't help wondering what he was doing.

Unexpectedly, when he took a closer look, he saw that on the big screen, he was paused in the frame where he was giving artificial respiration to the magician mouth to mouth.

This picture is released alone, it looks a bit strange, Inspector Asa's forehead twitched, and he scolded the brat in his heart: "Don't play with the camera!"

Conan dodged his pounce flexibly, grabbed the remote control and walked around to Jiang Xia, pressed the play button under the cover of his classmates, and then quickly paused.

The screen shifted to the scene where the screenwriter opened the lid of the water tank. On the camera, his left hand rests on the edge of the lid, and he can clearly see the ring on his **** that can be opened and closed at will.

"If you put it a little further forward." Jiang Xia pointed to the screen that was being turned upside down, "you can see that before approaching the water tank cover, the left hand of the script teacher is empty, and he doesn't wear any ringsbecause during that time, his The ring is still locked to the tank lid, blocking the magician's escape."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head, saw the screenwriter who was frozen in place, and looked at his legs, feeling that the progress seemed to be a little bit behind.

Then he added: "The lock bolt and your ring are made of different metals. When the magician pushes the water tank cover, driven by the desire to survive, he must use great force. When the water tank cover shakes, the ring and the lock bolt rub against each other. , will definitely leave marks on each other, and the shoe prints you stepped on the water tank cover are not difficult to extract."

The screenwriter finally fell silent.

His knees softened, and he was about to kneel down. At this time, a voice suddenly came from the side.

Conan sighed a little, and expressed his feelings: "If you choose an ordinary steel wire, and throw away the 'shaft' used to block the water tank cover after use, then we will have something to check. It's okay. You didn't, not only did you choose a very personal 'axle', but you carried it with you at all times... really saved us a lot of trouble."

"..." The screenwriter's eyes burst into anger from shame, and a murderous aura slowly floated up from his body.

Under the signal of Jiang Xia's eyes, Xiao Bai happily waved his hands and floated over, grabbing this extra harvest.

This magic venue brought them many surprisesalthough there was only one murderer, there were far more than one murderer.

When the magician died just now, the murderous aura on the group of people loosened. This scene fell in their eyes, just like a farmer facing a large area of heavy rice ears that are ripe and just waiting to be harvested. The sight of a good harvest makes the ghosts feel very happy.

(end of this chapter)