The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand four hundred and eighty-three [The real culprit who ruined Jiangxia’s reputation]

Using the proven hand speed, swipe after signing the well-informed passenger.

Jiang Xia mixed with the investigation team and returned to the place behind where there were few people.

Inspector Yasa opened the dead man's bag and searched carefully, and found that there were still those familiar wallets, cameras, air tickets, passports and the like.

Other than that, he only had some extra cigarettes and a few magazines in his bag. There was also nothing to hide the murder weapon.

While watching, Jiang Xia casually asked Tachikawa Chizuru next to him: "From what the passenger said, the deceased was a famous photographer before his death?"

"Famous? That's not the case, that guy was just lucky enough to take a relatively amazing picture. Since then, he has been notorious, and he can only follow secret news like a paparazzi, and then Living by blackmailing rich people.”

Tachikawa Chizuru sighed: "But he did win a big prize - four years ago, an apartment caught fire, and a mother had no time to escape from the scene of the fire, so she could only stand on the balcony, trying to stretch her arms, Handed the baby to the firefighter standing on the fire escape. The scene of despair and hope intertwined, the new life was accompanied by death, and the big eagle just captured that scene..."

As she was talking, she suddenly realized that she had gone off topic: "Oh, no matter what awards he won! When can we go back? It's tiring to stand all the time. I'm not a murderer, so why have I been treated as a suspect all the time?" Treat!"

"The murderer's words..." A string of English words suddenly sounded next to it, and the British passenger who had been silent all the way released shocking news as soon as he opened his mouth:

"The murderer should be that man. After all, among the four of us, he is the only one who is lying - he said that he has been sleeping and has never been to the bathroom, but before, when the lady asked the flight attendant for air-sickness medicine, I saw that his seat was empty.

"Besides, there happened to be a film on him that the deceased wanted to sell—wasn't there no film in the deceased's luggage that he wanted to sell? Wasn't it really taken away by the murderer?"

Noboru Lunuma's English is not very good, but he still managed to understand a little bit, and he was furious: "How many times have I said this, I have been sleeping in my seat! Why on earth have you been planting me? ... I understand , you are the murderer! You are worried that your crime will be exposed, so you can't wait to launch a scapegoat, and I am the unlucky one chosen by you!"

Edward tilted his head and looked at him with a look of "What are you talking about? I don't understand".

"...Help me translate it quickly!! By the way, remember to scold him a few words!" Lu Numasheng grabbed Jiang Xia, this detective seemed to be good at English, and he had just exchanged business cards with him , Rounding off is an acquaintance.

Jiang Xia glanced at Edward, and suddenly said: "The information we chatted in English just now should not include Miss Amano asking the flight attendant for air-sickness medicine, and some things about the deceased—you can understand Japanese."

Edward: "..."

"???" Lu Numasheng, "You're kidding me!"

He grabbed the British passenger by the collar, and Inspector Assa was shocked and ran over to fight. Jiang Xia silently retreated behind the crowd, looked at the little bit of murderous aura wafting from them, and nodded with satisfaction.

Although the quantity is not much and the quality looks average, the experience of knocking eggs is quite pleasant.

A group of people started arguing in a mess.

The blond woman glanced at Jiang Xia, sighed softly, and shook her head helplessly.

Besides, Conan gradually had an idea about the case, but there were still some doubts.

—The specific location of the murder weapon.

In this regard, he actually already had some speculations - he heard that there are some styles of women's underwear, which will be filled with steel wires to support the shape. Of course this kind of thing can pass the security check, and if so, just sharpen a piece of steel wire, and it can be used as a murder weapon.

Conan: "..." But it's just heard, in fact, he hasn't seen it. As a serious detective, if you get this crucial point wrong, things will be in trouble. Before reasoning, you must find a professional to confirm.

Thinking of this, Conan's eyes fell on Mao Lilan who was yawning and hurried over a few beats later.

Just trying to pretend to be an innocent child and ask innocent questions.

But before speaking, Conan suddenly thought of those Anonymous who knew his true identity and occasionally seemed to like to have fun.

Conan: "..." For him, anonymity is a completely uncontrollable factor. Even within Anonymous, they are very independent and seem to have some differences.

If one day, a fun-loving person pops up suddenly and tells Xiaolan about "Conan = Kudo Shinichi"...

Conan looked at Mao Lilan's slender hand covering his lips lightly, and suddenly imagined a 800-jin jade pestle "bang" on his head, and shivered suddenly.

"..." To be on the safe side, forget it, forget it.

And in this regard, she should not be the only professional.

Thinking of this, Conan's eyes moved, and his eyes subconsciously fell on Jiang Xia's reference answer.

…

Jiang Xia is silently taking notes in her heart, studying various ways to generate murderous aura.

At this time, the corner of the clothes was suddenly grabbed furtively.

"?" Jiang Xia came back to his senses, looked down, and saw Conan making a gesture of "Come over with his ear", as if he wanted to whisper something.

He skillfully squatted down to cooperate with the group of dwarfs: "What's wrong?"

Conan hesitated to speak, he always felt that he was an upright gentleman, and suddenly he talked about underwear, which sounded a bit strange.

So he wisely found a daily topic, and cut into it tactfully: "Hey, well, you are already a sophomore in high school, you should have dated a few girlfriends."

"?" Jiang Xia was puzzled, "You are also a sophomore in high school, how many times have you talked?"

Conan: "..." 0.

...Damn it, it's a pity that my friend is not a **** who abducts people to bed every day~IndoMTL.com~ But if you think about it, this also proves that the group of people who always go to Jiangxia Detective Agency Ladies, it doesn't seem like too many strange things have been done.

Jiang Xia knocked on his head, reminding him not to forget the business: "What's wrong?"

Conan hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice: "I heard that women's underwear, the kind worn on the upper body, has steel wires inside? Is this true or false?"

Jiang Xia: "..."

He subconsciously shifted his gaze, and drifted to the ghostly ladies beside him.

In the middle of the drift, I silently took it back: Strange knowledge, it's better to treat it as if you don't know it at all.

Thinking about it, he said calmly: "I don't know, why don't you ask a professional?"

"..." Conan was speechless for a moment, then had an idea, "Why don't I ask her in your name?"

(End of this chapter)