The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand two hundred and eighty-six [suspicious person]

"In this way, the next time the deceased wipes his hands with a paper towel, the poison will get on his hands, and then get on the sushi when he is kneading the sushi, swallow it in his stomach, and eventually die."

After Jiang Xia finished speaking, he found that the blue hat's face was distorted, and he seemed to want to say something, so he stepped forward: "Are you going to say that you don't have poisonous wipes on you, so you are not the one who poisoned you?"

Blue hat: "..."

His lines were ruthlessly snatched away, and he stayed for two seconds before he slapped the table angrily: "That's right! You are slandering!"

However, the cold sweat on the forehead and the trembling voice have already exposed his nervousness and guilty conscience.

Jiang Xia sized him up for a moment, then sighed faintly: Maybe there are too many people around, it's not a good place for a silent detective. On the side of the blue hat, there is no extra murderous intent.

The fake detective suddenly lost the motivation to continue entanglement with the suspect. He simply said:

"The poisonous wet wipe is probably in the kitchen waste bin now-the sushi plate here has an identification code printed on the bottom. Once the sushi is placed on the conveyor belt for more than a certain period of time, it will be automatically recycled. The device pushes down the conveyor belt.

"When the deceased fell to the ground, the surroundings were in chaos. The murderer took the opportunity to pull out the plate he had used the first time, put the wet towel on it, and put sushi to cover it. When the plate was transferred to the recycling port, the poisonous wet wipe would be with the plate Discarded by the machine, it will not remain on the conveyor belt, hiding evidence."

Otaki Police Department listened to Jiang Xia's words, then looked at the blue hat's expression, and realized that Jiang Xia was probably right.

He turned to the police officer of the forensics department: "Go find it immediately!"

It's strange to deliberately wear gloves to cover fingerprints when eating in a restaurant. The blue hat's fingerprints were still printed on the packaging bag of the poisonous wipes.

He himself thought of this, his face was pale, and he sat down beside him.

Then angrily thumped the table: "I confused sea bass and flounder that day. It was indeed due to a cold and my sense of taste was not very sensitive, but it's not all about my taste! ——Before the plate of sea bass was turned around, My wife's **** quietly took the sea bass off and put it on the plate containing the flounder. He just saw that my wife and I were chatting happily, so he deliberately made me look ugly in front of women!

"I was not only ashamed in front of my wife, but also ridiculed by his blog, and his fans also laughed at me. After that, every food blog I posted was ruthlessly ridiculed by them. How could I I can bear it! Since then, I have no taste for anything I eat, and I divorced my wife... I, I just love food, and I blame that devil for ruining me! He is such an ugly person, Not worthy of being a food writer!"

…

The case was solved smoothly.

The Dataki Police Department was very pleased: Jiang Xia lived up to his reputation and solved the case quickly. Compared with the time to solve the case, he spent longer on the phone.

"Well, I still came to the police station to take notes."

Toyama and Ye jumped out of the police car, looked up at the police headquarters building in front of them, and sighed sadly.

Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko originally wanted to sigh too, but after thinking about it, they seemed to have gotten used to it—every time they went out with Jiang Xia and Conan, things seemed to turn out like this. Their hearts gradually became turbulent.

Conan was very interested, and visited the police headquarters in Osaka freshly.

Although he has been here several times before, the people he meets are different each time. Observing the police is also part of the fun, and if you're lucky, you might even be able to help solve some difficult cases.

…

A group of people are already skilled workers, and the transcripts were quickly completed.

Originally, they were able to leave, but the detectives had another thing they were concerned about—the murder case they encountered at the bottom of the bridge on the way to dinner just now.

At that time, a burly man died under the bridge and was fatally shot by the murderer. According to the eyewitness testimony of an enthusiastic old man passing by, the murderer was a young man with yellow hair.

At present, Huang Mao has been brought back to the headquarters and is being questioned.

When Jiang Xia got up, he happened to see that the next table was sorting out information about this case, so he asked casually, "How about the case under the bridge?"

The police officer looked up from the computer when he heard the sound, and glanced at him.

I recognized Jiang Xia as a detective, and the black skin next to Jiang Xia seemed to be the son of their chief. The police officer hesitated for a moment, but did not hide anything: "Although there are witnesses, the most important murder weapon has not been found yet. It is a bit troublesome."

Beside him, his young colleague was holding a teacup, moistened his throat, and then sighed: "The suspect's mouth is too hard, and he refuses to admit that he killed him. But what happened will always remain. As long as we trace down the yellow hair, we will definitely find clues! ——Fortunately, some witnesses saw him, and we were able to arrest him on the spot, otherwise, if the murderer escapes, there will be more There are a lot of troubleshooting steps.”

Another police officer had done many investigations and visits before. Thinking of the terrible workload, he deeply agreed: "Mr. Fayue is indeed a caring person."

Conan was startled: "Do you know the old man who witnessed the crime scene?"

The young policeman nodded, showing a look of nostalgia: "He can make paper plays, and whenever he is free, he will perform for children in Camellia Park for free. I also went to see them when I was young. Besides paper plays, he used to He also taught us kendo - don't look at him now, he is a master of 5th dan kendo. It's just that he was getting old, or maybe he was injured in a sparring between children, and he felt a little guilty. It’s just a paper drama.”

"A master of the fifth stage of swordsmanship?!"

Several detectives looked at each other, and suddenly remembered that the deceased seemed to have been hit on the top of the head by some kind of blunt instrument~IndoMTL.com~ A single blow was fatal.

Jiang Xia recalled what he said before that he wanted to help Qinjiu find people, and asked the policeman: "I remember you said before that the deceased and the current suspect are suspected of being engaged in fraudulent activities - among the possible victims, Are there any acquaintances of Mr. Fayue?"

The young policeman was startled, but suddenly understood what he meant, and sat up straight: "You suspect it's him..."

"It's just to provide some ideas for investigation. Anyway, you haven't found the murder weapon yet, why don't you check a few more directions."

Jiang Xia pushed the trivial work to the police.

Although the murderous aura on that old man does not smell like normal food, it is indeed a high-end murderous aura with a unique taste. Noah can't taste much, as long as it is nutritious.

Compared to letting Fayue Dema be angered by Qin Jiu and fall to a corner with a shot when he passed by, it is better to let him live to produce a little more murderous aura... It's a pity that most of the murderous aura of ordinary people is one-time Sexually, the enemy will be gone after death, unlike organizational cadres.