The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand two hundred and eighty-eight [Messenger of Justice]

Jiang Xia reached out to take the photo and looked down.

The photo is a bit old. It is a photo of Fayue Dema and an old lady. The two sat side by side on a bench in the park. The old lady was dressed in a kimono with a kind expression. She was probably a beautiful woman when she was young, but she could vaguely see her outline when she was old. "Meijinzi" is written on the back of the photo, which should be the old lady's name.

He put away the photo and nodded to the police officer: "Okay."

The police officer skipped an errand, thanked the hardworking high school student in his heart, and planned to return to his work station.

At this time, Hattori Heiji thought of something, and grabbed him: "By the way, since this is the case, you can do us a favor too."

Little police officer: "...Huh?"

"Don't forget what Jiang Xia said just now—since Mr. Fayue is a master of the fifth stage of swordsmanship, it must not be difficult for the opponent to kill him with one blow. And at the city station At that time, I remembered that he carried a cane with him, but when he went to the scene of the crime to identify witnesses, the cane was gone.”

The more Hattori Heiji thinks about it, the more he realizes that this seemingly simple case actually has something else hidden: "When you investigate, focus on Mr. Fazuki's itinerary today and the surveillance at various stations along the tram line. In addition, remember to check relationship between him and the victim of fraud."

"..." The little police officer still didn't think that Fayue Dema would be the murderer, but after listening to the detective's detailed explanation, he felt that it seemed to make sense.

After thinking about it, he felt that it would be good if he could prove Fayue Dema's innocence through investigation, so he nodded, and finally got a little motivation to investigate: "I understand."

…

Camellia Park is a few stations away from the police headquarters.

Several high school students left the building full of policemen, boarded the tram, and watched well-known scenic spots recede away from them under the distressed eyes of Yuan Shan and Ye.

After a while, the car stopped in a relatively quiet residential area.

Searching along the place, several people saw the place where Fayue Dema often haunts.

Camellia Park looks quite simple, only half the size of a playground, and there are simple fitness facilities such as parallel bars inside. Compared with a "park", it is actually more like an open space for nearby children to play.

At this time, there are many children in the Camellia Park.

They were gathering together, looking up at an old man in front of them.

That person is Fayue Dema.

He was pushing a bicycle, and there was a simple old wooden box on the back seat of the car. It was like a window was opened in the middle of the wooden box, revealing a simple painting.

The old man's angry voice came, and he seemed to be playing the villain: "Hahaha, the earth is now in my pocket!"

Then his tone changed again: "I won't let you succeed!—Evil Lord of Darkness, accept the punishment of justice!" Fayue Dema waved a pair of crutches in his hand and made a gesture The posture of the trick.

Several high school students watched from a distance, and Suzuki Sonoko was amused: "So energetic, I really don't look like an old man in his seventies." Just like her uncle who jumped up and down every day and shouted to compete with Kidd.

Yuan Shan and Ye nodded: "I come to the park every day to perform dramas for the children and practice kendo. I must be in good health."

…

The paper theater being performed by Fayue Dema was originally a down-to-earth street performance art. It uses uncomplicated props, but it's fun for kids.

The wooden box used in the paper theater is shaped like a mini stage when unfolded. In the card slot on the side of the stage, there is a set of pictures with a coherent storyline. The pictures will appear in the middle of the "stage" one by one. The front picture faces the audience, and the script behind it faces the narrator. After the story is finished, one is removed, like a living picture book integrated into the performance, which is very popular among children.

The audience of paper drama is mainly children, so the length of the paper drama is generally not too long.

When several high school students came, it was just in time for the end of the play. The righteous warrior defeated the evil dark king, and the drama ended. A group of children stood up contentedly, bid farewell to Fayue Dema, and ran to play elsewhere.

Fayue Dema turned around and packed the small wooden box "stage". After closing the lid, I felt that there were a few more people beside me. He turned around suspiciously, and saw some familiar high school students.

"It's you guys." Fayue Dema said with a smile, "How did you get here? There are no attractions worth seeing here."

Jiang Xia looked at him, and didn't quite agree with this, but actually he thought the scenery here was not bad.

Fa Yuedema always felt that the detective's eyes were a bit strange. When Jiang Xia looked at him, the smile on his face gradually became stiff: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xia came back to his senses, took out the group photo given by the little policeman just now, and handed it over friendly:

"This is the photo you lost—we encountered another case just now. When we went to the police station to take notes, a police officer said that you live nearby, so we wanted to come and take a look."

Fa Yuedema was secretly relieved when he heard that they were just passing by.

He took the photo, looked down, saw the woman in the photo, and couldn't help showing a nostalgic expression: "Thank you very much."

When the girls saw his expression, they couldn't help being curious: "Is this your wife?"

Fa Yuedema smiled and shook his head: "In my dreams, I hope she is my wife. It's a pity that she passed away a while ago."

"..." I didn't expect this to be a sad love story that I couldn't ask for.

Mao Lilan deeply felt that this topic should not be brought up, and said in a low voice: "Well, please forgive me."

On the contrary, Fayue Dema is more open-minded. He waved his hand: "People have blessings and misfortunes, and life is like this. At our age, we are actually very used to the departure of people around us."

That's what he said~IndoMTL.com~ But there was a strong murderous aura floating around him, smelling like old wood and cardboard boxes.

The mermaid floated over with its tail wagging, grabbed a strand and pulled it lightly, feeling that the toughness was very good, and turned around to whisper to Miss Spider, thinking that this strand might be used for weaving clothes.

The joys and sorrows between humans and ghosts are not connected.

For the people next to him, this topic seemed a bit heavy. After all, the high school students were a bit thin-skinned, and they hadn't found evidence yet, so they didn't say anything more, and left quickly.

…

"Why don't we look for a cane nearby?"

Heiji Hattori thought it was boring to wait all the time, so he thought: "I heard that Mr. Hozuki got off the bus at this stop, and then went to the police station to provide the witness clue of 'seeing a yellow-haired murder'.

"Assume first that he is the murderer, and the crutch that was missing once is the murder weapon, then if you want to dispose of the murder weapon, the most likely places are the scene of the crime, along the tram line, and here."