Chapter 383 Useless reasoning
"Are those water drops tears?"
Unknowingly, Haibara Ai finally became a little curious about Conan's reasoning.
"This reasoning is indeed very interesting."
"But I always feel that, Detective, your imagination is a little too rich when reasoning."
"From the lies Mr. Zhang Tian told in the text message, we can conclude that he was secretly crying at the time. It is all based on pure imagination."
She unkindly pointed out Conan's shortcomings of subjective overthinking.
Then she showed him a playful smile:
"However, if you can confirm that the water droplets are tears, it will further support your reasoning."
"Uh what do you mean?"
Conan felt something was wrong.
He felt that the way Hui Yuan Ai was looking at him was like looking at a weak and helpless white mouse.
But Hui Yuan Ai just replied lightly:
"It's too troublesome to extract those water droplets and take them for testing."
"Why don't you go lick it with your tongue."
"If those water drops are salty, we can immediately confirm that they are Mr. Zhang Tian's tears and not ordinary water."
"." Conan's face darkened: "No."
He decisively rejected this somewhat disgusting proposal.
But Haiyuan Ai's curiosity aroused by him was not so easy to stop:
"What are you afraid of? This is just to know the truth as soon as possible."
"Holmes once asked his friends to taste the taste of plant alkaloids directly with their mouths for the purpose of pharmacy research."
"You should also learn from your idol, Conan."
Haiyuan Ai cited scriptures and encouraged Conan to devote himself to reasoning.
"No--"
Conan refused with a dark face:
"I have a better way to confirm it's tears than to taste it with my tongue."
"any solution?"
Haiyuan Ai was a little curious:
"Could it be that you want to use the flame reaction to quickly confirm the presence of sodium salt in the water droplets?"
"No, it's not that easy."
She tried to come up with a method, but then shook her head and denied herself:
"The flame reaction test of sodium ions is very troublesome to operate."
"The flame color of sodium is yellow, which easily overlaps with the color of the flame itself, making it difficult to distinguish."
"You must use a pure, pollution-free blue flame alcohol lamp with a clean wick to ensure the accuracy of the test results."
“If you don’t have the time to go to the laboratory, it would be better to directly extract the ‘water droplets’ and use professional methods to test them and determine their composition.”
"What's more, the sodium chloride content in tears is not high. It is difficult to say whether there will be a change in flame color visible to the naked eye if only a few tears are tested."
As he spoke, Haiyuan Ai looked at Conan subtly.
As if urging him to lick it with his tongue quickly.
"Never!"
Conan's scalp went numb as he replied:
"The method I'm talking about is not a flaming reaction."
"Actually, the method is very simple, just a little reasoning and the knowledge of trace analysis."
"First of all, let's assume that Mr. Zhang Tian was not crying when he answered the phone, but washed his hands and stood there preparing to commit suicide."
"Then our previous experiments proved that he must remain still in that position for more than 2 minutes before those few water droplets will form."
"And for such a long time, under normal circumstances, our hands will maintain a more effortless and natural hanging posture."
"Instead of struggling to raise your hands and hold them still for 2 minutes—"
"Even if you keep your hands raised, the water droplets will not fall directly from your hands, but will slide down along your arms, making it difficult to fall to the ground."
"In this case, there will be a significant difference between the 'height' of water dripping from the hands and the 'height' of tears dripping from the cheeks."
Keep your hands hanging naturally, about 1 meter above the ground.
If Mr. Zhang Tian remains standing, his cheek and chin are about 1.5 meters above the ground.
The two are far apart.
"By analogizing the knowledge of blood stain analysis to water droplets, you can know:"
"Drip drops formed by the same amount of liquid increase in height, and the larger the diameter of the drop, the more protrusions there are."
"There is a good linear relationship between the size of the dripping water droplet and the height of the dripping."
"In this way, we can roughly guess from what height those water droplets fell from through simulation experiments."
Conan gave such a method.
He said firmly and confidently:
"We can do experiments now to see whether those 'water droplets' dripped from the hands or from the face."
"If it's the latter, then those water droplets are most likely tears."
There was silence.
Just listen to Haiyuan Ai's faint words.
"What if Mr. Zhang Tian had washed his face at that time?"
"It's easier to lick it with your tongue."
"And it doesn't go wrong."
Conan: "."
Soon after.
After a quick and accurate verification, Conan finally confirmed that those drops of "water" were tears.
"Goooooooooo. Bah!!"
Conan spit out the mouthwash and firmly gave his final conclusion:
"That's right. It's salty."
"And it's unlikely to be sweat - every room in the theater is air-conditioned, so it won't be so hot that people sweat so much that it drips to the floor."
"So we can confirm that Mr. Zhang Tian was crying at that time."
"Contact the bizarre lies he told in his text messages."
"It is not difficult for us to imagine that he was charging his mobile phone in the lounge while hiding and crying alone."
"Later, Mr. Zhang Tian's daughter suddenly called him."
"He answered the call while leaving his phone charging, but didn't dare to say anything."
"Then he hung up the phone, cried secretly, pretended to be in a normal mood, and communicated with his daughter through text messages."
"During this process, Mr. Zhang Tian's tears fell to the ground."
"He most likely wiped his tears with his hands, leaving water stains on his palms - which greatly increased his risk of electric shock."
"So after sending the text message and preparing to unplug the charger, he got an electric shock."
Conan paused for a moment and his tone became deeper:
"After recovering from the electrocution, he later returned to the screening room to watch the movie."
"I was a little surprised at first. Since he felt uncomfortable after being electrocuted, why didn't he just sit in the lounge and rest instead of going back to the screening room."
"Now that I read those text messages, I know."
"Perhaps, Mr. Zhangtian, you really wanted to rush to see Gomera?"
Mr. Zhang Tian mentioned in the text message that he would go back to chat with his daughter about the plot of "Gomera" in the evening.
During the conversation, he also showed interest in the "Gomera" series in front of his daughter.
But in fact
"With his age, identity and experience, I'm afraid he wouldn't like to watch this kind of tokusatsu drama, right?"
"He hurried back to the screening room to watch the movie, maybe just because he now knows that his daughter also likes to watch Gomera."
"So, he wanted to finish the movie and fulfill his promise to go back and chat with his daughter about the plot at night."
Conan made his conclusion with emotion on his face.
And such a picture could not help but appear in everyone's mind.
Mr. Zhang Tian escaped from the electric shock.
He staggered up and leaned against the wall for a while.
Because of the damage to the cranial nerves caused by the electric current and the lack of oxygen to the brain caused by heart dysfunction, his brain had begun to feel dizzy.
He poured cold water on his head to wake him up, and then thought of the promise he made to his daughter in the text message.
So, instead of sitting there and resting, he leaned on the wall, bent over, and slowly moved back to the screening room.
By this time, his consciousness had completely blurred.
In the end, he died suddenly in a daze while watching his daughter's favorite movie.
"Nice story."
"but."
Hui Yuan Ai was silent for a while and asked:
"Is there another possibility:"
"Mr. Zhang Tian originally planned to commit suicide, but before committing suicide, he cried in grief."
"While he was crying, he suddenly received a call from his daughter."
"He didn't tell his daughter the truth because he couldn't bear to let her realize that he was about to go to a dead end."
"Secondly, using text to make a 'promise to go back to accompany my daughter at night' in the text message can also make his electrocution look more like an accident rather than a suicide."
"This" Conan was speechless for a moment:
In fact, he can also think of it.
According to the guess put forward by Haihara Ai, it can be explained completely.
but
"But I still don't want to believe it."
"As a father, would he really deceive his daughter and make false promises?"
"He said he wanted to go home, but he only sent back a body."
"That would be cruel."
Conan sighed deeply, looking a little downcast.
After all, he still couldn't find strong enough evidence.
His reasoning may be just useless.
"No, Conan, you did a great job."
Lin Xinyi shook his head and said approvingly:
"What you restored was the last moment before Mr. Zhang Tian's accident."
"At least you know, he was crying and he made a promise to his daughter to come home."
As a forensic doctor, while completing criminal investigation work, he will also unconsciously make some "useless reasoning".
He would imagine the details of the deceased's life experience, imagining the environment, sounds, postures, and movements at that moment.
Try to experience the other person's mood and feel the other person's pain.
Doing so will certainly not help solve the case.
But if you don't do these useless exercises and don't feel the mood of the deceased, and you slowly get used to seeing death at work, you will gradually lose your humanity and even your sense of responsibility as a police officer.
"Alas" Lin Xinyi also sighed softly:
"In the final analysis, there is no evidence in this case, and there is no truth."
"Is it a malicious suicide to defraud insurance, or a tragic accidental electrocution?"
"Legally speaking, the standard answer is the latter."
"And start from our hearts."
"The truth can only be the option we are more willing to believe."
Conan has chosen the answer he prefers to believe.
"What about you, Lin?"
Hui Yuan Ai looked at Lin Xinyi with some curiosity:
"Are you more willing to believe that Mr. Zhang Tian was a good father who died unexpectedly?"
"I" Lin Xin put himself in and thought about it seriously.
"Yes, I prefer to believe the latter."
Although not as good as Mao Lilan, Lin Xinyi's ability to empathize is also very powerful.
He unknowingly put himself into Mr. Zhang Tian's desperate situation, and then murmured to himself:
"If it were me, even if I really wanted to commit suicide, I would suddenly receive a concerned call from my daughter."
"I'm afraid you will also become nostalgic for the world, right?"
Lin Xinyi was very emotional, as if he really had a cute and well-behaved little daughter just like Mr. Zhang Tian.
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand involuntarily.
I want to touch Hui Yuan Ai’s head.
Haibara Ai:"."
"Damn it, don't put me in the role of your daughter."
She bit her little tiger teeth and squeaked, as if she wanted to swallow Lin Xinyi's finger in one gulp.
But Lin Xinyi still touched her soft tea hair:
“Who would have the heart to leave, hearing the voice of the one they love?”
"Well" Haiyuan Ai was silent.
She stood there calmly, no longer resisting Lin Xinyi's gentle touch.
The head is warm and quite comfortable.