latelenovela Chapter 392 The Death of the Lamb (Part 4)
Chapter 392 The Death of the Lamb (Part 4)
"So, where did the rest of them go? This is a question worth pondering."
"Hey, could it be that the remaining people are the murderer's accomplices, who robbed Mr. Melody's house together, killed those who were not accomplices, and then ran away?" Kogoro Mouri began to think wildly.
No, this is impossible, Conan thought to himself. Kazami Yuya had just thrown the crime scene information and photos on the table. With Conan's height, he could just see the scene photos clearly.
He remembered that when he arrived, the blood on the floor had already dried and there were almost no footprints. If it was done by the servants in the house, then they would have left some bloody shoe prints on the ground when they fled.
Wait... there looks like a footprint in this photo.
Before Conan could look through the photos, Feng Jianyu continued to ask, "Why does Mr. Melody remember the number of servants in his house so clearly? Moreover, you did not include your butler, Mr. Jack, in your calculation of the number of servants. According to our investigation, you originally had a head maid and an adopted son."
"Oh, that child, Sephir, fell seriously ill after my birthday party, so I sent him back home to recuperate. As for the former head maid, Rosa, she also resigned after that."
Conan's inner thoughts: "He's lying. Mr. Eli and Ms. Fiona have long since left the Melody family, and he's still using this excuse to cover up."
The photographer smiled and said, "What do these two have to do with this murder? Or does Mr. Public Security just want to know about my family situation?"
"Your personal identification information is indeed somewhat incomplete. How old is Mr. Melody this year?"
"...I thought you would have already found out this simplest personal information." The photographer did not answer this question immediately.
This made Yuya Kazami feel something was wrong. There was a bug hanging on his chest, and Toru Amuro was using it to listen to the results of Yuya Kazami's questions to Oritis and the others.
He also became alert when he heard the photographer being evasive about his age.
Conan was inspired by the photographer's story of "immortality" after hearing it from the composer: "A person who has lived for a long time and has no concept of age will naturally not deliberately remember how old he is this year. Even if someone really can't tell their age at the first time, they will subconsciously tell their date of birth, but Melody said nothing..."
"Ahem, sir, you are already 29 years old this year, and many of your partners have advised you to hurry up..." Jack answered the question directly for the photographer, but the second half of his sentence was blocked by the photographer with a glare.
Amuro Toru, standing behind him, confirmed his suspicions. The photographer had no clear idea of his age, suggesting he'd likely lived a very long time, at least not a normal lifespan. So, is his youthful appearance the product of rejuvenation or some form of eternal youth?
"Let's stop with the questions about my personal information. I hope the police can ask some valuable questions instead of making a fuss about my identity." The photographer's face darkened.
Receiving Toru Amuro's instructions, Kazami Yuya nodded and began to ask other questions. "How long has Ms. Galatea Claude lived in your mansion? She also disappeared in the bloody incident, but considering she can't walk, she's unlikely to be the murderer. Some people claim that you and she seemed to have been involved in an argument recently."
Toru Amuro behind him silently complained: Although the sculptor is a disabled woman who is powerless, her statues are incredibly lethal. God knows if she was the one who shattered the corpses into pieces.
"Ms. Galatea is an excellent sculptor I met in Florence. We had a disagreement over a sculpture a while ago, and she and I had a huge argument," the photographer said with a look of regret. "In her anger, she even smashed one of my cameras with her carving knife."
"If this camera hadn't been damaged further, it would still be safely stored in my collection room," the photographer said with a distressed expression, "right next to those photos."
"We investigated your collection room and found no significant damage. However, an entire roll of film was missing from the storage area." Kazami Yuya propped his chin up in his hand and looked at the photographer. "We suspect that was the murderer's real target."
Conan was shocked and said, "The whole roll is gone? But Ms. Lamb only gave a small part... Ms. Lamb can't be lying! That means the rest of the roll of film was taken away by someone else!"
"Also, in your photo processing room, we found some strange photos that looked like they had just been developed."
Yuya Kazami laid out sixteen photos on the table, each of which showed the terrified face of a servant.
Conan's skin crawled with goosebumps. He had previously assumed the photographer's ability was related to photography, perhaps using photos to recreate memories. But these photos overturned his previous idea. What if the people in these photos were real people?
"If those photos can really preserve 'memories and souls', then the portrait on the film that Ms. Lamb gave me..." Conan's back was covered in cold sweat. He still hadn't figured out how the photographer's ability was used. If something unexpected happened, it would be troublesome. "When we get back, let's quickly notify Dr. Agasa to suspend the research..."
"Oh, these are photos I took of my servants in my free time. They were flattered by my request, so they don't look very photogenic." The photographer gently touched a few photos, as if admiring his own masterpiece.
"Even so, this is a rare masterpiece." The photographer narrowed his eyes and glanced at the hidden camera on Yuya Kazami's chest. "Perhaps Mr. Public Security could discuss photography with me when he has time?"
Toru Amuro, who was hiding behind the scenes, immediately realized that he was exposed, and then ordered Yuya Kazami to investigate others. After all, the photographer's status was there, and the public security could not use coercive measures.
Yuya Kazami pulled out the stack of photos from the scene and picked up the one Conan had just seen: "We found this shoe print at the scene. It doesn't belong to anyone in the mansion. At the same time, a mineral was found in the extract from the shoe print."
"What mineral is it?" Conan, who had realized something, wanted to stick his face to those photos.
"It's stibnite. These ore fragments were also found in the room where Ms. Lamb was killed." Feng Jianyu showed a small bag of collected stibnite fragments.
Conan:! ! !
[Composer: Conan's expression is about to collapse.]
[Novelist: I think my script is pretty good.]
[Entomologist: I have a feeling you're going to write "dead" on me too.]
[Novelist: Campbell is "dead," so it's only natural for you to die too.]
[Reporter: I've read that the reason you gave Mr. Campbell for leaving was an old feud, but Mrs. Pliny's enemy is officially dead, right?]