On the way to the second floor, Conan found a hair in the right-angle crack of the stairs.

It was a curly hair dyed brown, with a black part of one or two centimeters long at the root. It seemed that after dyeing the hair for a period of time, new hair grew out.

Conan remembers that the woman who appeared with the mute left a straight black hair that was hanging down to the waist.

Judging from the rate of hair growth, unless she started perming and dyeing immediately after she returned from the temple, the hair would not be hers - that is, she was not the one who sent the letter.

Therefore, during the search, Conan's attention was more focused on large items than various secret codes of the mechanism, which could be hidden in the space that was left behind.

Especially the loft.

After searching one by one, Conan soon walked to the room at the end of the second floor.

He turned the door handle, and the door was locked.

This old-fashioned round-handled door is not difficult to open. Conan looked at the crack in the door for a while and took out a hard card from his pocket.

When he was in Hawaii, he and Yusaku Kudo once went out and forgot to bring the key. After returning home, his father thoughtfully taught him how to unlock various locks.

Conan quickly opened the door. After entering, he looked at the stairs leading to the attic and suddenly noticed that there was a step on the shape of the pattern that seemed to be incorrect.

Conan walked to the steps in confusion and squatted down to take a closer look.

The whole villa uses dark wooden floors, and the same goes for this staircase.

After approaching, Conan took out his handkerchief, put it on the ground and pressed it. When he picked it up again, he found that the handkerchief was covered with dark red - blood that had not yet solidified.

Conan raised his head with a serious expression and saw the "stain" extending along the stairs and finally entering the attic door.

And judging from the shape of the blood, this does not flow down the legs, but rather it is splashing from a not too high position.

——If the injured are not the arm or hand, it means that the injured, or the dead, are probably carried up.

...The situation seemed to be even more serious than he thought.

Conan had thought that this sniper was also a type of person who didn't like to kill, but now when he saw the blood, he thought about the old monk who "deathed suicide" in the temple that day, Conan was not sure.

The beginning of the bloodstain was the position where the stairs were very lower, and the end was always reaching into the attic.

Conan was about to touch the stairs and see what was happening inside, but suddenly he heard a rustling sound from the side.

He shuddered and turned around alertly, and found that the source of the sound was a cabinet.

The cabinet is not large in size and looks difficult to put people down. Even if it can be stuffed in, people's movements will be limited, which will not easily pose a threat to people outside.

Conan walked over carefully, opened the counter door, and looked inward.

Unexpectedly, the cabinet was not what he thought was Nakamura Sadaki, but a fox with some dust and blood on his body, closed his eyes and pressed it against the bottom of the cabinet, flattening like a fur.

This body shape and the color of the hair are so recognizable.

It was only the first time Conan saw it look so dirty.

Although foxes were always bullied by cats before, they were not so far.

Conan stared at the cabinet in a daze. He couldn't figure out why the fox appeared in this suburban villa.

Having said that, it looks so embarrassed, its owner...

Conan slowly turned his head stiffly to look at the attic, his eyes completely turning into horror.

The black cat... Could it be that he had been killed by the mute downstairs.

No, it's impossible. He can fight or run away. Who can kill him?

...But, when people are careless, there is a saying that there is no strongest, only stronger.

It is definitely not a simple character to pretend to be a man who commits suicide silently.

Conan's heartbeats violently and his mind is in chaos. He pinched his temples and suddenly felt a little regretful.

He previously felt that relying on Ran Maori and Kogoro Maori, as long as they do not give the mute a chance to draw a gun, they will definitely be able to suppress this criminal.

But now, from the various traces, the bloodstains start on the stairs, so this room should be the scene of the fight, and there are no bullet marks in the room.

A mute can beat the Black Cat without a gun, and Xiaolan downstairs...

When Conan's expression changed, the fox yawned, smashed his mouth twice, and secretly opened his eyes a crack.

It has thicker skin and more hair. It also guessed Shiraishi's routine against the enemy and held his breath in time. Therefore, its resistance to anesthesia bombs is better than that of several humans.

I originally thought that after I had capsized in the gutter, Shiraishi would cancel the summoning and give it a day off.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes, I saw that there was no system space around me. There was no Q-version villain here who always liked to bury his face in its tail. There was only a little stupid brain but still working hard.

The fox didn't have to lower his head, and he could feel dust on his body, as well as the blood that broke out from the ankle when the kidnapper No. 1 fell downstairs.

Bai Shi didn't even help him wipe it... The fox licked his hair sadly, and suddenly felt a little harsh under his belly. When he looked down, he found a pen pressing under him.

This is what Bai Shi put on, and the fox understood it in seconds. He wanted to say that after waking up, he would write the draft of the last section of the paper, and then write it directly after he went back, saving time.

It really squeezed the labor force to the extreme... What kind of devil capitalist is this?

Fortunately, Shiraishi didn't know that it could think in the system space... Thinking of this, the fox whined and gladly said "sigh".

Conan was stunned, came to his senses, and hugged the fox with sympathy and touched its head. He didn't dare to exert too much force on his hands, for fear that the fox would have the secret wounds of being hit by the cruel and ruthless mute.

By the way, there is also the black cat.

The fox is so miserable, and its situation will only be worse. After all, it has such a bad temper. Sometimes friends want to hit it... But then again, they don't even let the cat go. The man downstairs is simply a beast.

"Don't be sad." Conan decided to try to save the person first. If it doesn't work, go downstairs immediately, take Maori and his daughter out of here first, and then call the police.

When the fox heard his comfort, he squirmed twice and approached, put his chin on Conan's knees, and slowly stretched out his front paws to hug him.

While secretly rubbing the stains on the hair with Conan's clean trousers, it continued to moan, reducing the victim's vigilance.

And it suddenly thought that as long as it pretended that this child insisted on abducting it, it would stop doing homework today!

Conan did not find any clues. In his heart, this white fox was honest and pitiful, completely different from the cat that was very difficult to get along with.

He touched the fox's head again and asked in a low voice: "Where is your companion? Maybe there is still a rescue. Take me to find them."

"..." The fox froze.

It doesn't really want to see Baishi now. It just wants to return to the system space as soon as possible and ask the Q-version assistant to help wash and dry the dirty white hair. If possible, then pinch its jio.

But things went against my wishes - soon, the tip of its nose moved and suddenly became alert.

Conan was slightly stunned when he saw the fox's hair suddenly explode.

Soon he realized something, and raised his eyes and saw a figure appearing behind him from the varnished cabinet.

...Why is this man walking without any movement!?

Realizing that something was wrong, Conan pulled away the cover and turned around suddenly, but before he could turn around, his wrist suddenly tightened.

The mask with dark skeleton patterns appeared in front of him again. The mute grabbed his wrist like a chicken, reached out with the other hand, grabbed the mechanism on the side of the face, and pressed it lightly.

Under Conan's terrified gaze, the anesthesia needle was suddenly fired and thrust hard on his forehead. He quickly took off his strength and fell backwards.

Shiraishi looked down at him. No matter how many times he looked at him, he wanted to hit the table and laugh.

He let go of his hand, found the anesthesia syringe, looked at the scale above, calculated the time, and imparted most of the tubes to Conan.

The hidden gem watch cannot be removed until night, and before that, it will take a long time to wait.

If Conan is allowed to wake up, he still doesn't know how many secrets he will find in this house.

Anyway, go offline, a famous detective.
Chapter completed!