The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand four hundred and seventy-five [British police]

When the first-grade child laborer was carrying a camera and was busy at the murder scene.

In the corridor outside the toilet door.

Jiang Xia yawned secretly, turned to look at the cabin, and glanced at the group of passengers.

Jiang Xia: "..." There was a sudden death on the plane. With such a big incident, isn't there a policeman or something to take care of it?

There is no hope for the first search in Tokyo. When the plane took off, Megure Police Department and Miwako Sato and the others were still busy finishing the last case.

But now, the plane is almost arriving in the UK, shouldn't two British policemen be here?

…

——If there is a fatal accident somewhere in a city, the police are undoubtedly one of the groups that are most likely to receive information.

In other words, holding the business card of the local police is tantamount to having more opportunities to hang out at the scene of the crime... and the airtight environment of the plane will definitely cultivate a feeling of sympathy between the detective and the police.

I was thinking with some anticipation.

At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"?"

Jiang Xia turned her head to look, and saw that the stewardesses finally came to their senses at this moment.

They whispered worriedly, "Is it really okay to let that kid shoot the scene?"

"Of course." Jiang Xia explained patiently with a look of "not a big problem", "Children are more careful. And his unique perspective can also help us discover many hidden problems."

"...Yes, is that so?"

Seeing his very natural expression, the stewardess couldn't help but have a new understanding of the concept of "first grader".

Just as they were talking, a few people suddenly came over from the first-class cabin.

A staff member led a man and a woman through the corridor, and soon approached the door of the toilet.

The two passengers were blond and blue-eyed, with profound features, and they walked tall and straight.

Looking at them, Jiang Xia suddenly thought of something, her eyes dimly lit up, she silently moved away from the wall she was lazily leaning against, and stood up straight.

…

Among the two foreign passengers, the woman walked in front. She has an eagle nose and deep eyes, and she doesn't look too young. Although she didn't make any expression deliberately, a majestic temperament still flows out of her body.

The two came to the bathroom door and looked inside.

The blond woman glanced at the back, neck and hands of the corpse, and frowned.

Soon she said in English: "Rescue the patient? But this person seems to have been dead for a while-this is probably the scene of a fatal accident, you should not trespass. If the key evidence is erased because of random browsing ..."

She scanned the crowd in front of her with stern eyes, looked at Jiang Xia, and suddenly paused, unable to say the following words.

Beside her, the British man was looking at Conan in the toilet in surprise.

Hearing what she said, the man came back to his senses slowly, stretched his arms quickly, lifted Conan out, and murmured to himself: "This is not a playground for children."

The stewardesses looked around, and although they didn't know who these two people were, they were instinctively nervous that they had done something wrong.

Seeing that the blond woman's gaze has been on Jiang Xia, they explained in a low voice in fluent but not particularly standard English: "Well, this gentleman is a detective. I heard that he has uncovered many cases for our police. Case, so we asked him to help, hope you can understand."

Speaking of which, the stewardesses belatedly realized one thing:

Wait, who are these two people?

As if aware of their question, the blond woman came back to her senses.

She took off her coat and held it in her hand, revealing a neat white shirt inside - what she was wearing turned out to be a British police uniform.

Jiang Xia: "..." Do you still wear this for cross-border travel? So dedicated.

However, no matter how you say it, it is the police who sent it to your door...

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became much friendlier.

Conan hugged the camera, keeping a low profile beside him. Originally thought that according to his own sense of existence, he would be able to hide smoothly.

However, soon, the blonde woman's eyes fell on him.

Conan: "!"

When he was a child, he was a little psychologically shadowed by the strict concubine Yingli, so every time he faced a woman who was similar in age to Xiaolan's mother, he would inevitably feel cowardly.

But when the blonde woman spoke, Conan realized that the other party's voice was a little softer than before: "Are you filming the scene of the eucalyptus?"

Conan nodded cautiously.

The blond woman squatted down and took the camera from his hand.

She lowered her figure, and Conan suddenly caught a glimpse of the police rank on the woman's shoulder.

He froze, and after a while, his eyes turned into star eyes, just like Sonoko Suzuki and Mao Lilan who were chasing stars.

When the blond woman was checking the camera, Conan walked to the side, stretched out his hand and tugged Jiang Xia, and said in a low voice, "It's actually the chief superintendent of Scotland Yard, or a policewoman...that police rank is so handsome!"

Jiang Xia: "..."

… Isn’t Conan’s star-chasing direction a little strange?

Conan was excited for a while, and his curious eyes soon fell on the British man beside him: "Where is that person?"

As he asked in a low voice, he stood on tiptoe, trying to see the other person's shoulder.

But apparently without success.

Jiang Xia turned his head and took a look: "Inspector."

"..." Conan sighed, disappointed, "It's so low."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xia noticed that the inspector's ears moved, and glanced at them.

So Jiang Xia looked back and made up for it: "It's not too low."

Conan still sighed: "But the one next to him is the Chief Superintendent! They are obviously about the same age..."

“…”

Inspector Yasa finally couldn't help but turned his head, glanced at them faintly, and spoke in proficient Japanese: "Kids~IndoMTL.com~ Get out of the way, don't get too close to the scene of the discovery— —The corpse is not something you should look at.”

Jiang Xia: "..." Conan said that your police rank is low, so what does it matter to me? Actually engage in continuous sitting.

Conan didn't expect the other party's hearing to be so good, and his Japanese was also fluent, so he rubbed the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.

But in this way, he also understood why this person followed the blond woman—maybe it was used as a translator.

Conan: "..." But why would such a person go to Japan? It will never be for travel.

In addition, there is one more urgent matter...

Conan tugged at Jiang Xia, and said with a sense of crisis: "Wait, there are police here, how should we solve the case?" The British police may not be as friendly to them as the Tokyo police. It's Jiang Xia, and she hasn't accumulated credibility yet.

Just as she was thinking, the blond woman suddenly stopped looking at the camera and turned her head to look over.