The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand four hundred and eighty-four [Gin wine has been knocked and agreed]

Jiang Xia: "?"

After Conan finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to run to collect materials.

But when he turned around, he suddenly saw another person behind him——Hui Yuanai standing quietly behind him, with gloomy eyes, and he didn't know how long he had been here.

Judging from the distance from where she was standing, it is likely that she heard part of the conversation just now.

"!" When I think of Hui Yuanai, a primary school student, she is actually a woman who is close to adulthood, and then think about the topic I just talked about with Jiang Xia...

Conan suddenly became embarrassed, and pretended to be calm: "Well, you misunderstood, we are just having a little scientific discussion..."

Hui Yuan's sad eyes swished like he wanted to eat people: "Pervert!"

Forget about being perverted, but actually wanting to bring Jiang Xia to a strange realm together, it's really frenzied... The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she couldn't help but punch Conan on the head with Duang.

Jiang Xia was stunned: "..." Uncle Mao Li knocked on Conan's head, it's fine if he didn't have time to stop it, why can't he see the speed clearly when a weak girl like Hui Yuanai knocks on Conan's head?

After thinking about it, Jiang Xia suddenly reached out and punched Conan on the head.

Conan: "???"

Jiang Xia looked at his hand thoughtfully: it feels really good, and the knocking process is extremely smooth, no wonder everyone loves to knock his head.

Speaking of which, Gin also hit Kudo Shinichi on the head once—could it be that when he hit it with a stick, Gin felt refreshed, that's why he didn't shoot Kudo Shinichi to death, or strangle him? Death, but chose a more elegant poisoning?

Conan silently rubbed his battered head.

Besides, Hui Yuanai noticed something wrong with Jiang Xia's expression, she looked over keenly: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xia came back to his senses, put the strange conjecture out of his mind, and talked about the business: "It's nothing, in fact, Conan was right just now, we are discussing where the prisoner hides the murder weapon."

"Discussing the location of the murder weapon, why..." Hui Yuan Ai was halfway through, and suddenly understood, "The murder weapon is a needle like an ice pick, or a piece of sharpened steel wire... In other words, you I think the murder weapon is actually the steel wire supporting the shape of the underwear, and now, it has been stuffed back into the underwear by the murderer, so it is difficult to find it?!"

Jiang Xia nodded.

"So that's how it is." Hui Yuan Ai marveled at the prisoner's brain for a while.

After a while, she came back to her senses, lowered her voice, her face was reddish, but her voice was still cold and clear, as if she was discussing a serious academic issue: "If that's the case, you don't need to ask others——There are indeed That kind of steel wire is inside. This method can do it.”

…

When the three of them were discussing serious topics like thieves.

next to.

Inspector Yasa is busy fighting, his head is big.

After finally separating the two male suspects temporarily, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, he looked to the side, and suddenly found that the detective was playing with the child when he was so busy.

"?" Inspector Yasa thought it was impossible, he wanted to pull Jiang Xia into the center of the whirlpool of the case, "Detective! What do you think?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xia turned his head and glanced at him—before he thought that the British policeman was not very friendly, and he looked cold and didn't want him to participate in the case. Unexpectedly, in less than half an hour, Inspector Asa also turned into the shape of the Megure Police Department.

Jiang Xia took a closer look at the two male suspects, and found that after such a period of time, they seemed to have calmed down, and did not continue to show murderous intent.

So he got up and approached, intending to get off work, and took the ghost and murderous spirit that should be taken by the way: "As for the murderer, we have already discussed the result."

Inspector Yasa: "Discuss?"... Who to discuss with, with those two first-year brats? This little detective is not entertaining him.

Lu Nuuma Sheng is full of expectations for Jiang Xia.

At any rate, there is a feeling of exchanging business cards, and Jiang Xia has always achieved a lot of victories and solved cases quickly, so he immediately came over: "Tell them, the murderer is not me!"

"It's really not you." Jiang Xia nodded and looked at the British passenger, "During that time, Mr. Lunuma was indeed sleeping on the seat."

The expressions of the British passengers changed slightly.

Inspector Asa also felt a little bit in his heart: "So the person who lied is actually Mr. Edward?"

He put it very tactfully. Because in this case, the person who deliberately lied is likely to be the murderer—that is to say, Jiang Xia seems to think that the murderer is Edward.

Jiang Xia rubbed his chin, accumulated detective power, and tried to be a riddler who is easy to bear hatred: "Mr. Edward did tell some lies."

Bunches of eyes immediately fell on the British passengers.

“…”

A bead of sweat slowly oozes from the corner of Edward's forehead.

He was silent for a long time, and seemed to realize that if he continued to hide, he might be regarded as a murderer, so he said in a low voice:

"I went to Tokyo this time, not to participate in the auction, but to buy the film of the deceased.

"But I didn't kill anyone, he was already dead when I went into the bathroom!

"Although we made an appointment to conduct a transaction, I actually don't trust the character of the deceased—if he photographed the scene at the time of the transaction, and then treat it as news, and sell it together with the previously photographed handle Go, that matter will be more certain.

“Compared to other places, it is difficult to hide the camera in the restroom of the plane.

"So when I accidentally discovered that the deceased went to the bathroom, I thought it was a good time to make a deal, so I also took the time to check the situation.

"Unexpectedly, when I went to the bathroom, no matter how hard I knocked on the door, no one answered.

“I tried to find a way to open the door, pushed the door and went in to see ~IndoMTL.com~ and saw the photographer sitting on the closed toilet seat, dead.”

Conan thought of the dead man's weirdly wet pocket: "So you go into the bathroom and search for the film from him. And when you reached into his left pocket, you suddenly realized that the perfume you sprayed on your wrist , so it got on the dead body.

"In order to prevent suspicion, you hastily wiped the inner pocket of the deceased with a wet handkerchief... No wonder the deceased's hands and sleeves were dry, but the pocket was wet."

Edward glanced at him, then nodded his head shamelessly, muttering in his heart that the detective taught children such things indiscriminately.

At the same time, he speeded up his speech, wanting to end this topic gracefully as soon as possible: "While checking the situation in the toilet, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside. Companion.

"I was afraid that she would come in, so I had to pretend to be calm and knocked back—fortunately, that person was so easy to fool, I really thought it was the dead responding inside, and left quickly. After that, I also returned to myself immediately seat."

(End of this chapter)