The sound came from the luxury car at the front. Okino and Conan finally arrived at the crime scene after breaking through the obstacles of the crowd.

"This is?"

When he arrived here, Okino unexpectedly discovered that the people in this carriage were actually the foreigners he met during lunch. Could it be that the one who got into trouble was one of them!?

Thinking of this, Okino's face instantly turned ugly. This could be a serious diplomatic incident, but...

'Hmph, what does Neon's diplomatic affairs have to do with me? I'm just a little-known forensic doctor. The local police should be the one who should have a headache.'

Here, the sudden appearance of Okino and Conan made these noble ladies and gentlemen focus their attention on them.

"Who are you, boys?" a woman asked curiously.

Chong was secretly glad that he could understand this sentence. He took out his police officer's ID card from his arms in a hurry and slowly said two English words while identifying himself.

"medicolegal expert (forensic expert, recognized by Baidu)"

"Oh, medical legal expert? Amazing!"

“yeah!i…%&￥&*…&#!*#”

Okino had a black question mark on his face. He couldn't understand what the woman in front of him was saying. Can he speak Neon? If not, Chinese would be fine. My Chinese is much better than Neon. As long as I don't speak English, I

All are acceptable.

If Okino's English was CET-3 in high school, then it was CET-3 and semi-quasi-CET-4 in college, and then it became CET-3 in his fifth year. After graduation, his English level will plummet when he joins the workforce, and in the end he will only

A sentence 'how are you? you,and you?'

For Okino, who has not even passed CET-4, it is really difficult to understand the meaning of what these people are saying.

"Hey Conan, do you understand what they are saying?" At this time, Okino had an idea. He remembered that Conan's English proficiency should be quite good. He had been abroad, so communication should not be a big problem.

Sure enough, Conan was able to understand what these crooked people were discussing, and he also translated simultaneously.

"Well, they just said that a person died here and scared them, and they were preparing to report the Neon Police to deal with the matter, but..."

"But what?"

Conan looked a little confused: "They said that a man who claimed to be a detective had entered the crime scene just now."

"Detective? A foreign detective?" Okino was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

"Do they know the detective's name?"

"Hercule Poirot!"

...

The scene of the crime was a private room in a luxury carriage. After questioning, Okino took Conan to the scene of the first crime. When he opened the door of the box, Okino saw the deceased lying on the bed covered in blood.

...a moustachioed man wearing a black coat on the side.

This man is slightly fat and has an old face. The wrinkles on his face are clearly visible. He is about forty years old. At this moment, he is seriously checking the condition of the corpse. From his slightly old face, he can see

His only focus and seriousness on the case seems to make a pretty good first impression. He should not be a detective in disguise.

Okino's arrival was naturally discovered by the other party. The man was Hercule Poirot, a Belgian detective. At this moment, he was curiously looking at the boy in front of him.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Okino was surprised because the other party actually spoke neon language.

"You can actually speak neon language?"

"My work requires it, so I haven't asked you yet...?" Poirot smiled.

"I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Okino Misaki, and I currently work as a forensic examiner in the Investigation Section 1 of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department." With that said, Okino took out his police officer ID card to prove his identity.

Seeing this, Poirot glanced at the police officer's ID card, confirmed Okino's identity, nodded and said: "It turns out to be a policeman from Neon. Hello, my name is Hercule Poirot, and I am a police officer.

detective."

"Yes, I have heard people outside mention your identity as a handsome uncle detective." Although it was only the first time to meet the other party, Okino's sense of him was not very bad, but there was still a trace of it.

I have a good impression, maybe...because the other person is also a detective.

"By the way, since you are a detective, I believe there will be a lot of topics between you." With that said, Okino pushed Conan out.

"This is Edogawa Conan, also a detective."

"Hello, Mr. Poirot." Conan was excited. He didn't expect to meet a foreign detective here. If he can solve this case with him, I believe this will be a very precious period.

remember.

"Hello, little detective." Upon hearing Okino's introduction, Mr. Poirot had a look of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't look down upon him. Instead, he took the initiative to say hello with a smile.

"Okay, I have asked my friend to call the police. The train will stop soon. As for our mission, it is to make the truth of this case public." After saying that, Okino took out the gloves from his arms and started to inspect the body.

Poirot on the side did not hide any clues he had, and he was cooperating with the police in handling the case.

"The victim's name is Edward Ratchett, a wealthy old American businessman. Before the incident, this man wanted to hire me to protect his safety. He said that his life was being threatened, but I rejected him."

"So that's it, he's an old and beautiful wealthy businessman, but it doesn't look like he's sitting in a very good position. I believe there are a lot of people who hate him. No wonder you didn't help him." Okino discovered that there was something on the corpse.

The twelve stab wounds were of different depths and the directions and angles of the stabbing into the body were different. Some of them were obviously different from other wounds because only left-handed people could handle these wounds.

It was obvious that the murderer had an extraordinary hatred for Mr. Ratchett.

Okino explained his findings one by one, which coincided with Detective Poirot's views. However, at this moment, Conan pointed at the eyes of the deceased Ratchett and suddenly made a sound.

"Okino, look at the deceased's eyes. They are full of bloodshot eyes. It is obvious that he must have been severely stimulated before his death. And I also found that there were no obvious signs of struggle around the deceased. It stands to reason that he was stabbed twelve times.

The person who was killed by the knife will definitely carry out violent resistance, but I can't find any such traces on this corpse."

"I see. You're saying that the deceased accidentally took drugs such as anesthesia before he died, so he didn't resist when he was killed." Okino checked the deceased's eyeballs and found that just as Conan said, they were about to turn into rabbits.

Already.

"Well, just to be on the safe side, I'd better check the rigor mortis and mortis. Conan comes over and helps me."

"good."

Detective Poirot on the side looked at the two people who had such a tacit understanding, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, because Conan's behavior just now was not at all what a primary school student should look like, but instead looked like a mature and calm adult, and he also noticed that neither of them had noticed.

The details revealed are so surprising. (To borrow a trick from the next channel, the second son is so terrifying! His future is limitless!)

"Well, the face has begun to stiffen, but there is no rigor mortis in the arms and legs. It seems that the deceased has been dead for less than two hours. If it is rigor mortis..." Okino lifted the body slightly, and Conan pulled it over.

clothing.

"There is no corpse. It seems that Mr. Rachel died less than two hours ago."

"Indeed, this is true, but further autopsy work is needed to accurately determine the time of death."

"I can know the specific time of his death without an autopsy. You have forgotten what I do." Okino smiled confidently, but Detective Poirot looked confused.

"Oh, do you have a way to determine the specific time of death of the deceased?"

"Of course, this is my job. By the way, Conan, help me check this box. Maybe the murderer left some clues when he committed the crime. Help me find it."
Chapter completed!