The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand four hundred and seventy-nine [Jiang Xia Longping, how many good sisters do you have?

See the name on the business card, it is "Lu Numaki Sheng".

Huihara Ai rubbed his chin, and said in a low voice, "'Heron', 'Daying', 'Thrush', and that woman with long hair seems to be called 'Qianhe'... the names of these people , why do you have anything to do with birds?"

Jiang Xia also lowered her voice, and muttered to her boredly: "Maybe it's fate. But according to my experience, this kind of name is a set, and likes three or four people who get together, and accidents are easy to happen.

"By analogy, when I meet people with 'spring', 'autumn', and 'winter' in their names, I should be extra careful. When you meet people with colors in their names, you should also be more vigilant. After all, there is a The word 'gray'."

Hui Yuan Ai: "!"

Although she felt that these words were a bit superstitious, as soon as Jiang Xia's words fell to the ground, the name "Kurozawa Zhen" flashed in her mind - this is the real name of Gin Wine.

Following that, she thought of another guy who cheated people to death.

Shuichi Akai.

——"Red" happens to be a color as well.

Hui Yuan Ai: "..." Jiang Xia casually summed up the rules, unexpectedly, seem to be very accurate!

Although I feel in my heart that as a mature scientist, I shouldn't be superstitious.

But Hui Yuanai still insisted that he would rather believe what he had or not, so he couldn't help filling in the loopholes in Jiang Xia's dialect: "In addition to spring, autumn and winter, your 'river' can actually be compared with 'hu' , 'sea' and the like, by the way, there is also Kurosawa's 'Ze'! This is very important, don't take it lightly."

…

When two people exchange experiences that are of no use.

Besides, the silent British passenger glanced at the male photographer, and suddenly said something.

The male photographer looked at him suspiciously: "What are you talking about? My English is not very good, please speak slowly."

Jiang Xia regained consciousness, put away the male photographer's business card, and translated: "He said that you have actually left your seat, instead of staying in your seat all the time as you said."

"??" Lu Nuuma was stunned, and immediately said angrily, "Nonsense! Blood spurting!"

The British passenger looked calm and ignored him, but turned to several stewardesses and police officers: "I remember this man's seat was directly behind the deceased. But when I went to the bathroom before, the deceased was sleeping on the seat, behind him The seat is empty—that is to say, this man has left the seat, obviously, he lied."

Jiang Xia translated them one by one.

Then looks expectantly at the male photographer.

Lu Nuuma was flustered and angry. He was eating melons, but someone wanted to tear down his alibi: "I have never been to the bathroom, don't think that you can get away with one more suspect— —The stewardess didn’t even say that I’ve been there!”

The pressure immediately came to the stewardess.

The flight attendant on duty was stared at from all sides, he hesitated and said: "Well, I didn't know that something would happen at the time, and I didn't keep watching the corridor all the time, so..."

The gentle and soft words were like a blow to the head, and Sakamoto Noboru was also swept into the ranks of suspects.

The number of suspects suddenly became four.

Hui Yuanai looked at this scene, and a trace of cold sweat that didn't belong to her age broke out on her delicate forehead: "..." Sure enough, this time, even those with a bird in their name couldn't escape.

...Isn't this more proof that what Jiang Xia said casually as if joking, was right?

Besides, another fake child didn't know the conversation between Hui Yuanai and Jiang Xia, but his thinking was a little bit off.

Conan silently looked at the business card that belonged to Jiang Xia on Lu Nuuma Sheng, and then looked at Lu Nuuma Sheng's business card that Jiang Xia had just carefully put away, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "..." Although Uncle Mao Li is 99% Sometimes he is very unreliable, but sometimes he is quite accurate in his words-this unlucky photographer just changed his business card with Jiang Xia, and then he was involved. It is a terrible event constitution.

…

Anyway, one thing is certain.

—The workload of the police has increased again.

Inspector Asahi sighed, a little tired.

However, he glanced at the boss next to him from the corner of his eye, and he could only stand up as far as possible, looking for the murder weapon: "Everyone, I need to check the luggage and items you carry with you."

Not only do you need to search four people at the same time, but you also need to search for murder weapons that may have been discarded in the cabin. This is obviously not an easy task.

I was on the plane and couldn't order my subordinates, so Inspector Asa had no choice but to ask the crew to help.

A group of people hurried away.

The bathroom door soon became empty.

Jiang Xia's eyes fell to the side, looking at the blond woman leaning on the side - the British police officer did not participate in the search either because he was lazy or had a cleanliness fetish.

Finding Jiang Xia looking at her gloves, she turned her head and asked casually, "Why did you come to England?"

Jiang Xia said the truth: "Come travel."

By the way, check for murderous intent and ghosts.

By the way, catch the little brother who wants to run away.

By the way, let the younger brother feel from the bottom of his heart: the fbi and so on are far less reliable than Uzo, and now there is still time to switch to Uzo.

"Yeah." The blond woman nodded casually and said nothing more.

Jiang Xia waited, but didn't wait for the next one.

Suddenly it occurred to him that this was the British policeman he wanted, and he must have a high status, and he could be involved in any murder case. So he took the initiative to go over there: "You know me?"

"I don't know." After a pause, the woman said, "I've read some related reports, and you are very famous in Japan."

"That's it." Jiang Xia touched his pocket, and soon there was an exquisitely designed cardboard in his hand, "Come to change a business card? If you have a case, feel free to contact me."

The blond woman shook her head and declined, "I don't need a business card."

Jiang Xia: "..."...Then what are you talking about.

He was bored and was about to withdraw his hand.

But at this time, the woman suddenly took the business card in his hand, and her eyes stopped on his contact information.

Then she took out a pen from the inner pocket~IndoMTL.com~bited the cap of the pen and pulled it off, lowered her head and wrote a line of beautiful cursive characters on the business card.

"This is my mailbox." She put the business card back into Jiang Xia's pocket, glanced over his face, and lowered her voice with nostalgia, "If there is any danger that cannot be dealt with, just go through this mailbox Find me—but I hope you never need it."

A few meters away.

Hui Yuanai originally wanted to go back to her seat and tell Mao Lilan about this, lest she wake up and find that everyone around her disappeared and worry for nothing.

Unexpectedly, not long after walking out, when I turned around, I suddenly saw this scene.

Hui Yuan Ai: "???"

...Why didn't I see it at a glance, Jiang Xia was accosted by a strange wife again!

What did that woman stuff into Jiang Xia's pocket? Could it be something like a large check?

(End of this chapter)