The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand two hundred and seventy [Gin really hates the police]

"It seems that my work has been done, and I just need to finish it." Jiang Xia talked nonsense, and after talking about something he remembered, he invited two colleagues by the way, "Do you want to go together..."

In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly stopped.

——When he looked back at the police and turned his head, the front of him had become empty, and the car was gone.

Looking further away, I can only see the back of the car driving away - gin and vodka seem to have zero interest in killing eucalyptus.

Jiang Xia: "..." Tsk, do you just hate the police that much?

While regretting that the organization and the police seldom appear together, he turned and walked towards the gymnasium, intending to check the situation.

…

Arrived at the Langhua Central Gymnasium.

Jiang Xia followed the source of the chaos, all the way to the annex, and stopped in front of the sports warehouse.

In addition to the police, there are several other people here—the same college students who had quarreled in the corridor just now.

Although it looked like something had happened, upon closer inspection, there was no cordon here, and the policeman's expression didn't look like he had encountered a fatal accident, but rather helpless.

No one was screaming or mourning, the group of college students were just gathered around the warehouse door, discussing something.

"How could it not? I clearly saw it!"

"Me too!"

"...Is it a prank by Chuijian? It's not surprising that guy did anything."

"Why don't you look for it separately? If you find it, beat him up! Can this kind of thing be a joke?"

…

Jiang Xia walked through the crowd of onlookers, saw Hattori Heiji also mixed in, and asked him: "What's wrong?"

"..." Hattori Heiji's eyes twitched, he didn't really want to see Jiang Xia at the scene of the discovery.

But after thinking about it, there is no corpse here at all, maybe it was just an oolong, not a scene of discovery.

So he calmly told Jiang Xia about the previous situation: "When I was on the stage just now, they suddenly found that Gu Jian Dushi—the drunk who was doing badly—had disappeared, so except for the captain, everyone else I left the venue and hurried to look for him everywhere."

...but no one can be found anywhere.

Just as several members of the Kendo Club gathered together, wondering if Chujian Atsushi had returned home early, they passed a warehouse.

Pushing away the warehouses, several college students glanced in and were stunned.

——The warehouse is dimly lit, and the only lighting is the light that shines through the door. In this long and narrow beam of light, I saw Dushi leaning on the vaulting box, sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, facing the warehouse door. He was covered in blood, with a sharp long knife stuck in front of him, and he looked like a dead man.

The three people who went to find him were startled, and then hurried to the locker room to get their mobile phones and called an ambulance. The other ran to the nearby police station to call the police—the ambulance was far away, but the police station was nearby, and he had the time to fetch his mobile phone, so he could go there directly. And the last person, that is, the fat player with a milder temper, ran to the kendo arena in a daze and told the captain about it.

"When he said to the captain, 'I was dying in the warehouse covered in blood', I happened to be right next to him. I heard something happened, so I followed him. Who knows..."

Heiji Hattori pointed to the warehouse, sighed, his expression subtly coincided with that of the policeman next to him.

Jiang Xia followed his pointer and took a look inside.

Although there were quite a few people blocking it, it could still be seen that the warehouse was clean and tidy at this time, without the slightest trace of blood.

There are no dead bodies in front of the vaulting box either. Although there is a human figure on the ground next to it, it is not difficult to see that it is just a plastic prop, which is used to practice first aid.

The policeman sighed: "Is it because you are too nervous that you regard the practice dummy as a dead person?"

Just as he was talking, a woman's voice came from behind: "That... are you students of Xinnai University?"

"Huh?"

A group of people turned around following the sound.

See the gym receptionist standing behind them.

Seeing the captain nodded, the reception staff continued: "Just now, we received a strange phone call, and the other party asked me to send a message to the head general of the Kendo Club of Xinnai University - please go to the pool next to the swimming pool immediately. The locker room."

Several members of the Kendo club were stunned, looked at each other for a moment, and felt that they understood: "It must be the call from Chujian, what the **** is he trying to do?!"

…

Having said that, the group of people ran to the locker room again.

On the one hand, it is a bit strange to see that Du Shi has indeed never appeared. On the other hand, I also want to beat him up after I find it, and ask what happened to the "corpse" just now - if only one person saw it, what happened in the warehouse may be an illusion, but three people made mistakes at the same time , there seems to be another secret behind it.

…

Behind them, two policemen watched their backs as they went away.

Hesitating for a moment, one of them said to the other: "Those two high school students mixed with college students seem familiar."

"It should be a detective. I've read their reports." The policeman whispered, "The white one is Jiang Xia Tongzhi. It is said that he is possessed by the soul of a dead detective. He gave hints in the dark, so he figured it out as quickly as reading a script.

"As for the black man next to him, it seems to be Heiji Hattori, the son of Headmaster Hattori. Although the face cannot be seen clearly in the newspaper, judging from the eyes and teeth, it should be Heiji Hattori."

Besides, the colleague heard this and couldn't help but silently glanced at him: Forget about the son of the director, what's the matter with the vain soul possessing him? The police actually believe this.

However, having said that, he quickly remembered Jiang Xia——he had seen related records in the newspaper by accident before.

"Since they are detectives..." The two policemen looked at each other, "Shall we follow along?"

——I heard from the seniors that, although there are detectives, although they are a little tired, they can get a lot of results. Suitable for young people who want to work hard ~IndoMTL.com~ They are still young and feel that they shouldn't fail early. In addition, the police had already been dispatched anyway, so the two followed, intending to check the situation.

…

A group of people left the annex where the warehouse was located, walked through the busy street, and rumbled into the changing room next to the swimming pool.

The gymnasium is holding a kendo competition for the past two days, and the swimming pool is temporarily closed.

So as soon as they entered the locker room, they heard the sound of rushing water, and they were taken aback.

"See you?" The captain yelled, frowning and walked towards the place where the sound of water came from - among the several rows of shower cubicles, only one was in use at this time, with the overhead nozzle turned on to the maximum, steaming hot water .

Two policemen also trotted over, and joined them in front of the cubicle.

As soon as he stood still, he heard Jiang Xia fan the surrounding air and sniff, then frowned slightly: "There is a smell of blood."