The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand five hundred and eighty [Ireland is also the core of the stage]

As Conan spoke, he frowned: "Afterwards, the passerby didn't stand still in place, nor did he come to find me, or make a theory about the person who fell from the building, but turned his head quickly from the other side before the crowd gathered. Escaped around the corner on one side."

Jiang Xia regained consciousness and quickly grasped the key point of the words.

He also frowned like Conan, and his eyes were stained with thought, suspicion, and memory, and of course, a little bit of confidence as a famous detective was added as the finishing touch.

Soon, the false detective expressed what was in Conan's mind: "This man's behavior is too similar to the passers-by who were victims in the previous two falling incidents—but this kind of escape reaction is actually very abnormal, it's almost It's like some wanted criminals dare not call the police after being victimized, and can only swallow the bitter fruit silently."

Conan nodded in relief. He didn't need to spend much time talking, and the other party could understand his thoughts. He felt the joy of meeting a confidant. He turned his head to look at the group of onlookers in front of him, and pointed to one of them, who was walking around the scene with a frightened face:

"Although I have never been hit by a person who fell from a building, no matter how you look at it, when a normal passer-by is almost involved in an incident, it should be his reaction."

Jiang Xia followed Conan's direction and looked over: "This person is...?"

Conan: "When the person who fell from the building just now fell, he was right below. If my ball hadn't hit the person who fell from the building, he might have died on the spot with the person who fell from the building."

Speaking of this, he stared at the innocent passerby, and suddenly fell silent: "..." Why does this elder brother who was almost smashed look black-haired and black-eyed, and he is an Asian in London? And just now he seemed to have heard this person say "Scared me to death" in Japanese, with a faint Tokyo accent, so to be precise, this was another Tokyo native.

…Tokyo people in London, what happened recently?

Jiang Xia also took a second look at the passerby who survived the catastrophe, and then asked another thing: "By the way, the passerby who escaped, did you see his appearance clearly?"

Conan seriously recalled the scene at that time, and shook his head regretfully: "At that time, my attention was mainly on the person who fell from the building, and that person was wearing a pair of wide sunglasses, so I couldn't see his face clearly. It's just me I remember that his figure is very tall, which is consistent with the description of the previous witnesses, but..."

Conan's voice paused for a while: "But this time, the passerby who escaped this time did not have blond hair, but a dark brown that is not so conspicuous."

Jiang Xia seems to have some idea about this: "Today's sunshine is not too dazzling. Since he is wearing sunglasses on his face, it means that he may be using those sunglasses as a disguise. Since it is a disguise, then add a wig, or It makes sense to dye the hair another color."

"It's too suspicious." No matter how he thought about it, Conan felt that the passer-by had a huge problem. He played back the image of Mohu he saw just now over and over again in his mind, and suddenly found another problem.

"That's right! When the man walked away quickly, his movements were a little awkward, as if he didn't want to affect his injuries." As he spoke, Conan also took two steps, imitating Ireland's movements at that time.

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Two seconds later, he pressed his shoulder and suddenly realized: "That man was injured on his shoulder! Do you still remember that those onlookers who witnessed the scene of the fall said last night that the person who was unfortunately hit People, just hurt their shoulders!"

Jiang Xia nodded, and said what Conan was also thinking: "The person who escaped today is the passerby who was hit once yesterday... Even when he was in Tokyo, he almost escaped." The person who was hit."

"That's right!" Conan came to this conclusion firmly, feeling that he had caught a corner of a conspiracy, "That tall passerby in black has a big problem!"

But after a while, his expression gradually became puzzled: there must be some kind of conspiracy hidden in this matter, but...

Conan scratched his head: "Whose conspiracy is to let himself be smashed by people who fell from the building?"

He was confused for a moment, and quickly straightened out the cause and effect relationship: "Could it be that someone wanted to smash the tall man in black to death, and the identity of the tall man in black is not visible, so even if he was smashed, Can you just run away before the police arrive?"

No matter how you look at it, this is the most reasonable guess.

Conan: "..." But, can anyone really do such a miraculous thing as "using a falling building to hit people with precision"?

In at least the previous two cases, he failed to find any clues related to this conspiracy. It was as if everything was really just a coincidence, something happened naturally, and the tall man in black was involved only because he was unlucky.

If you want to say it's a coincidence, this is already the third time, and the interval between each other is not long, it's almost like a death movie obsessed with the same theme.

Wait!

Conan suddenly felt that he had caught something. Several keywords collided in his mind one after another, and the next word that might be related to the case was derived: movie...actor...stage...

… stage? !

Conan: "..." Is this matter related to "that adult" behind the woman in black who gave him the passport? ! Is this another stage carefully arranged by that person?

Thinking of the mysterious figure hidden in layers of darkness, Conan couldn't help but clenched his fists: "..." Judging from his reaction when he mentioned the "stage" in the magic stadium before and rushed away from Subaru, Regarding this matter, Mr. Chongshi must know a lot of inside information.

It's a pity that I couldn't pry anything out of that graduate student's mouth—this person's mouth is too strict.

Conan: "..." Speaking of which~IndoMTL.com~ As another core of the "stage", is Mr. Chongshi still alive?

With all kinds of information converging, Conan only felt that his mind was in a mess—he could feel that this series of things seemed to be very important, but the clues in his hands were extremely fragmented, and even these limited clues were all lingering There was a black mist full of malice. He seems to be very close to the "that adult" hiding behind the scenes, but in fact he knows nothing about him.

"Don't worry." Conan comforted himself in his heart, "After all, it's useless to be anxious. Calm down, no matter how terrifying the enemy is, there must be a way to deal with it... In short, start with what you can do in front of you, such as... ..."

He raised his head and looked sharply at the freshly baked eucalyptus in front of him.

——Maybe he can catch the clues of "that lord" in this case.

Layer not seen in Conan.

Jiang Xia, who had already stood upright and was a little taller than Conan, looked down at him. From the changing expression of this mini-detective, he guessed with great interest his mental journey at this time.