The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand one hundred and sixty-one [Europe…Africa Maorilan]
The owner of the antique shop, Ryuto Xuantian—the man who was still promoting his shop at Zhujiao's house in a humble manner this afternoon, was standing among the crowd of onlookers, staring at the burning house with a look full of horror and regret .
Two hours later.
The fire was finally extinguished, and firefighters and police began to search inside one after another.
There were policemen guarding the gate, Jiang Xia walked to the gate of Zhujiao's house, looked up at the scorched roof.
Before he could say anything, the other two detectives approached skillfully, trying to sneak into the scene of the crime.
However, this time the guards at the door, although they are also police officers from the First Search Division, are no longer the third-ranking criminals and the Third Department of Forcible Criminals who usually deal with detectives. The difficulty of getting in has suddenly soared.
Conan had just slipped to the door, and was about to sneak in, when he was ruthlessly carried back—the courtyard door is really not that spacious, and his low presence when necessary unfortunately fails at this time.
It's not very good to brush your face, after all, you are not familiar with it.
The three detectives are getting together, plotting whether to sneak in, or to find a high point - such as the attic of the wife next door, while secretly observing.
Behind them, a strong man with eight feet suddenly appeared.
The strange police officer with a wide chin and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked at them for a moment and joined the conversation: "When did the fire scene become the domain of detectives?"
Jiang Xia glanced at him with a look of "you lack common sense", and confidently said, "A detective can do anything."
Conan and Hattori Heiji, who are also about to refute: "..."
Although this is indeed the case, it always feels like something is not right...
"Haha, it makes sense." The strange police department looked scary, but they had a good temper, and shook hands with them, "I am the police department of the arsonist search department, Chief Gong."
He looked at Jiang Xia with interest—the detective who was often mentioned by the third department of the next-door search, thought for a moment, and provided the detectives with a little clue:
"The fire this time must have been arson on purpose, and it was one of the recent serial arson cases - I just heard from my subordinates that they found the specific statue of the red horse in the house. After Identification, it is very similar to the ones that appeared in the previous three incidents, and it should be produced in the same batch."
The police have checked a long time ago, and there are no similar red horse ornaments for sale in the market.
The origin of this batch of "red horses" left at the scene of the fire is quite special. If it was a copycat criminal who had read the newspapers, it would be difficult to imitate to this extent-so this should be the hands of the serial arsonist himself.
"The fire started in the small room on the right side of the house, that is, the cabinet door of the room where the red horse was found. The ground in the house was poured with oil, which is why it burned so quickly. After preliminary speculation, The arsonist poured oil into the house from the window and set it on fire."
Speaking of this, the Gongchang police department smiled mysteriously, looked around, and lowered his voice: "Actually, we already have clues."
"Huh?" Jiang Xia responded, and immediately remembered something, "..."
Sure enough, in the next second, Gong Zhang said in a low voice:
"We extracted some messy fresh footprints in the yard on the side of the fire point-although we haven't further distinguished them, but so far, it seems that there are three clearest footprints, probably two adult males, plus One..." He hesitated, "Plus a woman with a small shoe size, or a child?"
As soon as the words fell, the Gongchang Police Department realized something belatedly.
He looked at the three students in front of him. Especially when I looked at Conan, who was full of embarrassment and had a very special shoe size: "...?"
…
"Actually, we have received a commission."
Jiang Xia pointed to the memo book in Hattori Heiji's hand: "A few days ago, Mrs. Zhujiao said that she saw a suspicious figure near her home. But today we came to ask for details, but she said that she made a mistake We were planning to go back, but suddenly a lot of suspicious people came to her house..."
He briefly told the police officer in front of him about the stalking.
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Gong Chang Police Department originally only heard from colleagues in the third department next door that Jiang Xia was an "artifact to prevent overtime work". Now he happened to meet him, so he was curious to see the situation. I didn't expect to get a lot of information.
Although the three young men just left before the fire broke out, even this has greatly reduced the workload of the police.
"The shop manager who was insulted, the gambler and fortune-teller who wanted to ask Mrs. Zhujiao for money, and the lover who wanted to destroy the evidence... Indeed, no matter which one, it sounds suspicious."
Gongchang police department thought for a moment, and quickly understood what to do next: "Since there are suspects and a clear time when the fire started, let's go to them and ask about their alibi."
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On the other side, Mihuacho 5-chome.
Maolilan and Yuanshan Heye have already prepared the meal at this time, and are packing up the pile of things they bought in the afternoon.
When pulling out a piece of clothing from the bag, there was a snap, and a small square box fell out and fell to the ground.
The box is about six to seven centimeters long, made of kraft paper, and a simple blessing label with "prosperous business" is pasted on it.
Yuan Shan and Ye Yi were stunned, holding the iron ring on it, and holding it in front of them to look at it, with puzzled faces: "What is this? When did I buy it?"
Mao Lilan heard the movement and leaned over from behind her to take a look.
Then I quickly remembered the source of this boxed key chain: "Have you forgotten, this is a souvenir from the uncle who gave us his seat when we came back by bus."
As soon as the seat was mentioned, Yuan Shan and Ye remembered it.
——On the way back, the two carried their hands full of things. Although they themselves don't feel that it is too heavy to carry, but in the eyes of others, it seems that it is very difficult.
So not long after getting on the bus, a kind uncle got up and gave up his seat to them.
After giving up, he carefully asked: "Well, may I ask, where do you live?"
"Huh?" Yuan Shan and Ye looked at him in surprise, "Uncle, are you trying to strike up a conversation?"
"No no~IndoMTL.com~Of course not." The amiable uncle waved his hands hastily and explained, "That's right, I opened a shop in Kubado-cho, doing antique business, and there are also some shops for young people in the shop Beautiful handicrafts - if you are free, you can come and have a look.”
Seeing that the two young girls were interested, the uncle reached out and rummaged through the bag, and took out a catalog, plus this keychain in a small box, as a souvenir for them.
At that time, Mao Lilan and Yuanshan Heye were holding too many things in their hands. In addition, the appearance of this small box is simple, which does not meet their aesthetics, so the two of them did not open it on the spot.
As soon as he took out the clothes, the keychain fell out. Only then did Yuan Shan and Ye pick it up, and curiously opened the lid.
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