Chapter 562 Defeating a famous detective again
"Mr. Lin"
Qianjian Shengdai had a strange look on his face and held it back for a long time.
But in the end, she still followed the principle of treating others politely and commented in a subtle and restrained manner:
"It surprised me that."
"It turns out you are also a person with status."
"." Lin Xinyi looked embarrassed and simply remained silent.
He silently placed the magic stick on the seat next to his thigh, as if nothing happened, staring at the road ahead in a daze.
The atmosphere in the carriage became even more awkward.
Fortunately, this embarrassment didn't last long.
The House of Dusk is right in front of them, and their destination is about to arrive.
So in this subtle silence, the car that everyone was riding in quickly climbed through the winding hills and arrived at the ancient mansion built among the mountains.
And this Dusk House is worthy of being the ancestral home of the Daziben family.
Not only are the houses here built in a luxurious style, but the garden outside the house also covers an extremely large area.
Lin Xinyi and others drove in through the gate and walked around the garden twice before arriving at the parking lot.
At this time, several cars were parked neatly in the parking lot.
No need to think too much, they should all be the cars of the famous detectives who were invited to the banquet.
"Mercedes-Benz, Ferrari, Porsche"
As soon as everyone opened the car door and walked out of the car with umbrellas, their eyes were subconsciously focused on those bling-bling and eye-catching luxury cars.
"Tsk, tsk."
Parked next to these Ferraris and Porsches, Lin Xinyi's old Toyota suddenly looked poor.
Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sigh:
"Being a detective is really lucrative."
The income gap between top police detectives and famous detectives is so big.
No wonder the only talents who are willing to work in the forensics class now are undercover agents who are kept by rich women, and a few rich second generations who are deceived by undercover agents.
The annual salary of several million yen may not be enough to buy the car door of a famous detective.
"Like it?"
Lin Xinyi was thinking deeply about the country and the people.
Belmod quietly leaned into his ear and smiled lovingly:
"Let me know if you like it."
"Whichever one you like, I'll buy it for you."
"Ahem, me." Lin Xinyi wanted to say that his thoughts were not superficial.
He was just aggrieved about the treatment of forensic doctors.
Don't be greedy for these luxuries that have far greater pretense than practical value.
So Lin Xinyi was entangled, silent, and pondered for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said to Belmod who misinterpreted his noble thoughts:
"I think that one is good."
Lin Xinyi pointed to a luxury car parked not far away.
This luxury car looks awesome at first glance.
It’s so hard that he doesn’t even recognize the car logo:
"what car is this?"
Lin Xinyi, who only knew a few luxury car logos such as cow, horse, and dung fork, couldn't help but curiously asked Belmode.
Belmode glanced lightly:
"Alfa Romeo, an old European brand originated in Naples."
"Fortunately, it's not too expensive."
She spoke in an understated tone, with the grace and calmness of visiting a canteen with a hundred-dollar bill:
"I'll buy one for you when we get back."
Although Lin Xinyi didn't want to admit it.
But Belmod looked really beautiful at this time.
He was so fascinated that he blushed.
"Ahem." It was the first time for Lin Xinyi to eat such a big mouthful of soft rice, and he didn't know how to organize his words.
At this time, a strange voice suddenly came from the distance:
"Haha, Manager Lin."
"Do you have good taste in cars?"
A handsome middle-aged man came forward with a smile.
He was wearing a straight suit, an elegant top hat, a wide purple umbrella in his hand, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes at his feet.
At a glance, one can see the style of an English gentleman.
"Hello, this is Motegi Haruji."
"Mr. Lin, the car you just took a fancy to is my most beloved 'wife'."
"It took me five years to finally get it."
Mr. Motegi Haruka didn't introduce himself much, but he introduced his car first.
Lin Xinyi was still confused and wondering who "Motegi Haruka" was.
The old woman Qianjian walked forward enthusiastically:
"Mr. Motegi, long time no see."
"Are you okay? The newspaper said that you were in Chicago last week and were shot by the Mafia!"
"Haha. I have long forgotten what happened so early."
Senjian Fangshi and Motegi Haruka knew each other at first sight.
Listening to their conversation, Lin Xinyi finally remembered the identity of Mr. Motegi:
Motegi Haruka, male, 39 years old, a famous detective who has been famous in Japan and the United States for a long time.
Because the status of famous detectives in this world is the same as that of celebrities, Lin Xinyi occasionally gets to know many "peers" from TV.
It is said that Mr. Motegi Haruka is a cool and spontaneous person.
I don't like to have girlfriends in my life, but I treat my car like my wife.
"It turns out to be Mr. Haruka Motegi."
"I have admired you for a long time."
Lin Xinyi forced out a formulaic smile and politely extended his hand.
But Motegi Haruhi waved his hand freely and said with a smile:
"Haha, no need to be so polite."
"Mr. Lin, when you just heard my name, although you restrained yourself very well, your corrugator muscles still subconsciously contracted-"
"I think you simply can't remember who 'Motegi Haruhi' is, so you frown subconsciously, right?"
"Well" Lin Xinyi had nothing to say:
But he didn't think that the famous detective who could see through his own thoughts had a high IQ, only that he had a low emotional intelligence.
When adults deal with each other, they inevitably have to say some dramatic things.
Just know that I don't know you.
Why go out of your way to point out the truth and embarrass everyone?
You won't be able to make friends this way.
Lin Xinyi was complaining about the emotional intelligence of Detective Motegi in his heart, but what he didn't expect was...
Motegi Harushi seemed to have no intention of making friends with him in the first place.
Because when the famous detective spoke next, there was a bit more gunpowder in the air:
"When it comes to 'long admiration', Manager Lin is the one I have long admired."
"Manager Lin, you single-handedly saved the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, making criminal cases no longer require the power of private detectives - such an achievement cannot but be admired."
"In your words:"
"The days of Sherlock Holmes are over."
"Detectives are bound to be out of work sooner or later."
Motegi Harushi's tone was very playful.
Lin Xinyi looked embarrassed when he was told:
He actually said this.
And I said it more than once.
Although he said this to make the Metropolitan Police realize the importance of criminal science, so that these novices who once just lay there and were led away by famous detectives could build up their confidence in independently solving cases, and let them gradually get rid of their reliance on private detectives. rely.
But the words spread outside, especially to the ears of detectives.
It does feel a bit like stepping on others and firing map cannons to curse others.
No wonder this Detective Motegi seemed a bit displeased both inside and outside his words.
"Mr. Motegi, please don't misunderstand me."
Lin Xinyi was still standing there awkwardly.
Miss Maori couldn't help but stepped forward and rushed to defend the teacher:
"Mr. Lin said that 'detectives will be unemployed sooner or later'."
"But this is by no means a malicious attack on everyone."
Mao Lilan blinked her big innocent eyes and explained in a serious tone:
"Mr. Lin has no ill intentions at all."
"He's just telling the truth!"
Lin Shinichi and Motegi Haruka: "."
Originally, Motegi Haruhi, with a bit of a detective's competitiveness, was joking with Lin Xinyi, who once "spoke wildly".
After being persuaded by Mao Lilan, the smell of gunpowder became even stronger.
"Okay." Motegi Harushi's eyes became serious.
He slowly walked up to Lin Xinyi and showed a gentle yet sharp smile:
"This invitation is just an opportunity."
"Let us look forward to the performance of the forest manager tonight!"
Although his tone was gentle and his smile was gentle, Lin Xinyi could still tell:
Motegi Harushi sent him a letter of challenge.
A challenge from a famous detective.
"Here we go again" Lin Xinyi sighed helplessly.
He didn't want to compete with these highly competitive detectives at all.
To be more noble, he studied forensic medicine to speak out for the deceased, not to compete with his peers.
To be honest, if he wins, he won't get any money, so he can only increase his already full level reputation.
So what's the comparison?
If you meet a tough opponent, you might have to pester him to keep competing if you lose.
This was not the first time Lin Xinyi was challenged by a famous detective. He couldn't help but roll his eyes.
This instinctive change of expression may seem helpless to those who know Lin Xinyi, but to an outsider like Motegi Harushi, it looks more like condescending contempt.
"It seems that Manager Lin is very confident."
"Yes. Based on your past achievements, you do have the confidence to be confident in front of detectives."
Motegi Harushi wasn't angry either.
He just smiled in a neither humble nor condescending way, and then looked at everything around him without revealing anything.
"This" Lin Xinyi's expression was even more subtle.
He probably understood what Detective Motegi wanted to do:
The other party was observing him, looking for an opportunity to show off the famous detective's special skill of "getting to know people when they meet" just like the previous Senjian Shidai.
In the final analysis, it is about showing your skills in front of your opponents/peers/customers and controlling the situation.
Detectives love to do this.
And since Detective Motegi felt that he was "arrogant" and "arrogant," it was obvious that the other party had to try his best and show off his skills in order to suppress his arrogance.
really
Motegi Harushi's eyes moved slightly, and he soon showed a smile:
"Mr. Lin, if I guess correctly"
"The driver who just brought everyone here should be your girlfriend, Miss Chris, right?"
"Oh?" Lin Xinyi's eyes were a little surprised:
When they got off the car earlier, Motegi Haruka was not in the parking lot yet.
He probably didn't see Belmode driving.
In other words, the Motegi detective just took a look at the people present and the Toyota sedan, and relied on his own reasoning to reconstruct the situation at that time.
"Why do you say that?"
Lin Xinyi couldn't help but asked out of curiosity.
"Because of the seat." Motegi Harushi smiled slightly: "The seat position on the driver's seat is adjusted closer to the front."
"This shows that the person driving the car is a relatively petite person who does not need much driving space."
"Among you, the only ones who meet this condition are Miss Chrissy and Miss Mao Lilan."
"Because compared to the space available in that seat, Detective Senjian is slimmer and shorter, while Manager Lin, your tall and burly figure is a bit too big."
Senjian Shengdai and Lin Xinyi were both successfully eliminated.
There is no need to consider Conan and Caesar.
None of them could have been the ones driving the car.
"And Miss Mao Lilan is a high school student, so she can't have a driver's license."
"So the person driving the car can only be Manager Lin's girlfriend, the beautiful Miss Chris."
Motegi Harushi gave some convincing reasoning.
But such a simple reasoning obviously cannot fully demonstrate his ability as a famous detective.
So without waiting for Lin Xin to speak, Motegi Harushi confidently continued his reasoning:
"Miss Chrissy was sitting in the driver's seat at the time."
"And the one sitting in the passenger seat."
"It should be the kid with glasses."
"Huh?!" Everyone was slightly startled.
Conan even had a weird expression:
He had just praised his colleague in his heart for being quite capable, and was waiting to see him show off his skills in front of Lin Xinyi.
Why is it that I only got a little bit right and then started to make mistakes?
"You" Lin Xinyi frowned in confusion: "Mr. Motegi, why do you think the person sitting in the passenger seat earlier was Conan?"
The person sitting in the passenger seat at that time was not Conan.
It's him, Lin Xinyi.
"It's very simple."
Motegi Harushi had no sense of any error in his reasoning.
He just pointed to the Toyota sedan's cabin from a distance with great confidence:
"There's no need to reason at all—"
"Because there is a toy light stick on the passenger seat right now."
"As for Mr. Lin, except for this kid Conan, the rest of your group are all adults."
"Adults wouldn't play with this kind of thing, would they?"
Lin Xinyi: "."
The air suddenly became extremely awkward.
"Mr. Motegi." Senjian Fangshiro looked strange and wanted to remind him aloud.
But Lin Xinyi, who reacted, got ahead of him:
"Best regards, sir!"
"Yes, it was Conan who was sitting in the passenger seat at that time!"
Lin Xinyi praised Detective Motegi's reasoning "sincerely".
Although Conan muttered and hesitated to speak, he finally shut his mouth in a dignified manner.
"Haha, I can't say that I have high opinions."
"I just noticed some small details."
Motegi Haruka was in a good mood after making correct deductions twice in a row.
But he was not simply satisfied with Lin Xinyi's praise and recognition. Instead, he took advantage of his relaxed mood and active thinking to analyze everything in front of him more carefully:
"Mr. Lin"
"Before you came to this Dusk Pavilion, did you go to the gas station 10 kilometers ago?"
"Oh? You can see this?"
Lin Xinyi was really surprised this time:
Senjian Fangdai could tell that they had just been to the gas station because she saw the almost full fuel gauge on the dashboard.
But Motegi Haruka was standing far outside the car.
He probably couldn't see the dashboard in the car at all.
If so, how did he know that they had been to that gas station before?
"Because on the center console of your car, there is a map of Tottori Prefecture that has just been unwrapped."
"This map has not even been thrown away with its plastic packaging removed. It was obviously just bought."
"And I also drove here from the direction of Tokyo."
"I've been to that gas station too."
"As far as I know, when you drive all the way from Tokyo and then get off the highway to the Twilight Hall, the only place where you can buy this kind of Tottori Prefecture level map is at the gas station 10 kilometers ago. ”
"certainly."
"If you got off the highway and took a long detour to buy it elsewhere, then my reasoning was wrong."
Motegi Harushi smiled confidently.
And he did not make any mistakes in reasoning.
Lin Shinichi indeed bought the local map of Tottori Prefecture when he got off the expressway and went to a gas station to refuel.
He looked at Motegi Harushi with a little more admiration in his eyes.
Detective Motegi just felt that inspiration was pouring out of his mind, and even three consecutive successful deductions were not enough.
Lin Xinyi didn't even have time to compliment him politely, so he just listened to Motegi Harushi confidently smile:
"Mr. Lin, you were also fooled by that gas station employee."
"You listened to his random directions and took the so-called 'shortcut', right?"
There is no navigation software these days.
Walking on the highway was clear and smooth, but after getting off the highway and arriving in the unfamiliar countryside of Tottori Prefecture, if you want to continue moving forward, you must buy a local map and ask for directions from a local person who is familiar with the roads. .
Lin Xinyi and others bought a map at the gas station and asked the gas station employee the way to the Twilight Pavilion.
As a result, the gas station employee pointed out a "shortcut" for them.
This shortcut is relatively close in terms of distance, but it is a dirt road that is not hardened by cement and is full of potholes and mud pits.
Lin Xinyi and others spent a lot of effort to climb out of this so-called "shortcut".
And all the things they experienced seemed to be deduced out of thin air by Motegi Harushi.
"Because the wheels of your Toyota are covered in mud."
Detective Motegi calmly stated the details of his observations:
"The road from the gas station to the Dusk Pavilion is a cement-hardened road."
"If you hadn't followed the gas station employee's instructions like me and ignored the cement road and taken the mud-filled 'shortcut', it would have been impossible for you to have so much mud on the wheels of your vehicle."
"and"
Motegi Harushi continued to reason out of control:
"And I'm sure--"
"You didn't just take the so-called shortcut."
"And just like me, after walking on that dirt road for a while, I turned around and took the highway to get here."
"Oh?" Lin Xinyi frowned slightly.
Without him asking, Motegi Harushi explained himself:
"Because I've walked that dirt road too."
"As a result, not far after the car drove in, it encountered a mud pit dozens of centimeters deep."
"It's raining now, and the mud puddles are filled with water. With the generally low chassis of urban household vehicles, if you risk wading through the water, it is likely to stall due to water entering the exhaust pipe."
"So when most people drive their cars there, they will definitely give up and take another route."
"And Mr. Lin."
Motegi Harushi turned to look at Lin Shinyi's old Toyota:
"The body of your car also proves this:"
"If you had not retreated to other roads, but risked wading through that mud pit."
"Given the depth of that mud pit, even if you come out safely, there should be a large amount of mud stuck to the car that cannot be shaken off."
"But of your car, only the wheels are stained with mud, but the body is generally clean."
"This is enough to show that you just drove across the dirt road and did not wade through the mud pit."
"So, Mr. Lin, you must have turned around in front of the mud pit and turned back on the cement road!"
Motegi Haruka's reasoning is well-founded and convincing.
Senjian Yudai was already nodding secretly for this outstanding colleague.
but
Conan, Lin Xinyi and other parties who had actually experienced that journey had weirder expressions than the last one.
"Hmm" Motegi Harushi understood the subtle atmosphere.
He felt that there might be something wrong with his reasoning.
But what's the problem?
Lin Xinyi and others' previous nodding reactions had proved that they had indeed been to the gas station, and indeed listened to the gas station employee's advice and walked through the dirt road.
If this is the case, then Lin Xinyi and the others should have no choice but to follow his reasoning and turn around in front of the deep mud pit and take another path!
"Uh." Lin Xinyi scratched his head in confusion:
"Mr. Motegi, your previous reasoning is fine."
"But we didn't turn back in front of the mud pit, but insisted on finishing the dirt road."
"What?" Motegi Haruhi couldn't understand at all:
If he didn't turn around and turn back, could he risk wading through the mud pit directly?
Wouldn't the car body be stained with large amounts of mud by doing this?
But Lin Xinyi's body clearly only has some scattered bits and pieces!
It couldn't be that Lin Xinyi and others stopped in the wilderness and simply washed the car after driving through the mud pit, right?
"Impossible." Motegi Haruji frowned:
"Mr. Lin, how did you drive through that mud pit without getting mud on the car body?"
"this."
"What should I say?"
Lin Xinyi worked hard to organize appropriate language:
"Because the mud pit was very big and deep at that time."
"As you analyzed Mr. Motegi, if you take the risk of driving through the water, it is easy for water to enter the exhaust pipe."
"But it's all here."
"It would be a waste of time to turn around and go another way."
"so."
"So?" Motegi Haruhi was stimulated by curiosity and became a little anxious.
"So the two of us."
Lin Xinyi looked at Mao Lilan:
"I just lifted the car over the mud pit."
Motegi Harushi: "???"
"You. What did you lift over the mud pit?"
"car."
"car?" Motegi Harushi suspected that he had a hearing problem in Japanese, so he changed to English.
"Well, car."
"???" There seems to be a problem with English listening.
"like this."
Lin Xinyi raised the front of the car high with both hands and explained with practical actions.
"Miss Maori, come here and help me."
Mao Lilan walked to the back of the car a little embarrassed.
Two slender white and tender arms reached down.
Ka. The car broke away from gravity in an instant.
Motegi Haruka: "."