The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand one hundred and eighty-nine [Belmode who failed to disguise]

Listening to Nonaka Tomomi's defense, Qin Jiu sneered, and temporarily resisted the urge to shoot her and the recorder each.

He weighed the tape recorder in his hand, threw it into the woman's arms, and barely showed a little patience in dealing with Uzo's troubles on weekdays: "There will be no next time."

Nanoaka Tomomi nodded slowly, and ran quickly with the tape recorder in her arms.

When she reached the door, she couldn't help but look back at Qin Jiu, wondering how this man found out.

Gin Jiu noticed her peeping, and instinctively wanted to touch the gun. However, after repeating several times in his heart, "I must bear the humiliation to pass the game, break away from the control of Anonymous, and report the situation to the higher-ups", I finally calmed down. .

At the same time, he also saw Tomomi Nonaka's question, and snorted coldly in his heart: People with recording equipment on their bodies tend to concentrate their attention differently from ordinary people when they hear important conversations. Unless the person concerned is clearly aware of this and deliberately controls it, it is very obvious what is on his body.

But there is nothing to talk about with a group of idiots, and Gin impatiently sees off the guests.

After the others left, he took out the tape that he had just casually thrown into the trash can, rummaged through the tape recorder at home, and played it again. He found that there was only today's conversation in it, and there was no other useful content. The tape was thrown in.

Then Gin Jiu found the computer, started to search for related entries, and planned to take time to visit the crime scene - of course, you can't rely on those idiots for clues.

Instead of getting useful clues from the gathered guests, Gin actually wanted to swindle their identities as soon as possible, find the suspect among the guests, and then intuitively "solve the mystery" by observing his actions.

Thinking of this, Qin Jiu couldn't help but glanced at the gate again: "..." When the group of people left just now, they should each have a tracker and bug... Unfortunately, he didn't have one.

Gin: "..." Without the channels of organization, there may not be a black market in this place, and I don't know where to get it in a short time... Tsk, I don't know if those policemen have technology, why not pick one Time to grab...how many pieces to pick up?

…

"So now you are going to Tokyo?"

Bermode found a hat to hide his conspicuous golden hair. Then she looked left and right at her pretty face in the mirror and sighed.

——Originally Belmode wanted Xiaolu to let Jiang Xia experience the beauty of the skill "Disguise".

But I didn't expect that here, the substitute materials she found could not be used at all, and the effect of pasting them was difficult to see directly. Don't say "admiration" now, Jiang Xia has washed her face several times, and even looks at her with disgust.

Bermode: "..." There is no problem with her disguise technique, it is obviously the fault of an unknown person...

Thinking about it, the murderous aura on her body became stronger.

…

Jiang Xia's disgust seems to come and go quickly.

Not long after, Belmode found that Jiang Xia became friendly again, and sat next to her again.

"Call Omura first and try to contact him." Jiang Xia said, "Omura is not among the few people gathered at Qinjiu, so now he has the impression of me as a 'murderer at large'. Directly If you come to ask, he may not be able to tell, but pretending to be a policeman to call him, should be able to deceive more real news, and save the time of explanation."

Paused, he continued: "If you can't find out on the phone, then come to him directly - speaking of it, this password is a bit too simple. I always feel that the matter will not end so easily. After all, if the original manuscript is found , you can find the person among the guests who was exposed by Ju Wuliu, and there will probably be other changes in the future."

Of course, the more accidents the better, it is best to hold these three bottles of real wine in the game for a reasonable period of time...

…

No matter how efficient it is, what to do next is already very clear.

However, after Jiang Xia called the "Omura" who appeared in the answer, no one answered.

"It's not dead."

Jiang Xia returned to the car from the public phone booth, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, sighed: "This kind of key witness, generally speaking, should not live for too long."

Bermode: "..." It turns out that Uzo likes to kill key witnesses first.

First, she subconsciously remembered Jiang Xia's non-existent habits.

It was only later that he came back to his senses, started the car, and smiled: "Thinking about it, it may be that 'Omura' is not at home. After all, he is a busy president... Anyway, let's go to Tokyo first, Keep calling and asking, maybe it will be connected suddenly at some point."

Speaking of this, she fumbled in her pocket, found nothing, and couldn't help muttering: "It's really inconvenient without the Internet. 'Ju Wuliu was murdered by a high school student detective' is explosive news, and this If the witness 'Omura' involved in a case died suddenly, there must be news about him on the Internet, but unfortunately, we can only check the news from the newspaper. This car is not equipped with a radio..."

"There are fun in the old days." Jiang Xia, a young man, has adapted well to the state of "no mobile phone", and seems to have found other interesting things, "Let's go to his house first, if you encounter a phone booth on the way , just stop and call him."

Bermode nodded, and the two quickly set off for Tokyo.

…

At first, I thought that the investigation would go on like this, but when I arrived in Tokyo, I could only see the miserable body of President Omura.

Unexpectedly, when approaching Omura's house, Jiang Xia went to the public phone booth and made a random call, and the call was connected~IndoMTL.com~Hello? Hello, I'm Omura. "

A middle-aged voice came from the receiver.

Jiang Xia differentiated suspiciously, and found that the voice was indeed the same as a person surnamed "Omura" who appeared at the banquet—it seemed that Omura himself received the call alive.

Jiang Xia couldn't help being a little surprised, but he quickly recovered and lowered his voice slightly:

"Hi, I'm Noda from the First Investigation Section of the Metropolitan Police Department——I still have some questions to ask you about the case of Tachibana Wuliu. Are you free now?"

"Any more questions?" President Omura asked puzzledly, "I should have told you everything I knew when I made the transcript. I really have nothing to do with this case, and I don't have any more clues. "

Jiang Xia cheated patiently: "It's like this. Just now, the case has made a breakthrough - we have deciphered the code that Mr. Ju left at the banquet during his lifetime. What the deceased wanted to express at that time should be" Go ask Omura'."