The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand two hundred and eighty-seven [you guessed it]

The high school students were supposed to leave politely after taking their transcripts, but they didn't leave.

"It's all here." Jiang Xia looked at the two detectives in thought, "Why don't you just go to that yellow hair and ask for clues?"

Heiji Hattori nodded immediately: "I think so too."

The two quickly reached a consensus, Jiang Xia patted Hattori Heiji on the shoulder, pushed him to the front, and brushed his face all the way.

After all, it is the headquarters of the Osaka Prefecture Police, and Hattori Heiji is a well-known Kansai detective. There is really no one here who does not know him, and it is unimpeded.

A group of people arrived at the interrogation room smoothly.

In addition, considering that the yellow hair might not be able to deal with a group of high school students who seem to be traveling, Hattori Heiji conveniently recruited a police officer related to this case, and specially picked one with a vicious face, and asked him to go in and ask for help. Ask about the situation.

The high school students watched secretly from behind.

…

In the interrogation room, Huang Mao—that is, the president of Kiritani House Economics Club, Kiritani Teruhiko, was sitting behind a small table with a sullen face.

His long hair was dyed blond and tied in a bundle at the back of his head. With his current gloomy expression, he didn't look like a good person.

Teruhiko Kiritani looked at the door from time to time, and looked out the window, looking very anxious, as if he was afraid of something.

Jiang Xia mixed with a group of classmates, Wei Dai looked at him curiously from a distance.

Now that Kiritani Teruhiko's identity as a "peripheral member of the organization" has been confirmed, looking at this person again, he still doesn't feel much of the organization's aura—this person doesn't have much murderous intent, and there are no ghosts hanging on his legs.

Jiang Xia: "..." Since it's a fraud gang, it's possible that Teruhiko Kiritani is mainly engaged in economics, and the people who killed him committed suicide.

…

While they were observing the people in the room, the police officer who had been pulled in temporarily walked into the room, opened the stool, and sat opposite Kiritani Teruhiko.

Teruhiko Kiritani immediately gathered his distracted eyes, looked at the policeman, and shouted angrily: "How many times have I told you, I really didn't kill the person! Don't waste time on me, I have something urgent! "

The policeman said "uh" and asked casually, "Then why did you appear near the crime scene?"

Huang Mao frowned when he heard the words, tried his best to be patient, and repeated his previous experience: "I received a call, saying that Jiancun had something urgent to call me, and asked me to go to the bridge immediately to hand over. I thought at the time, anyway, the bridge It’s not far away, and...cough, and maybe it’s really a life-threatening emergency, so I went, who knew that as soon as I got there, I was immediately rushed by the police and dragged away.”

"Is that so." The policeman followed along and asked, "Who is the person calling you?"

Huang Mao gradually became impatient: "I don't know! It's an unfamiliar voice, and the number has never been seen before!"

"Well..." Under his nervous gaze, the policeman touched his chin, with disbelief written all over his face, "A call from an unknown number, and it's such a remote place under the bridge, he asked you to go Go?——I’m not looking for faults, listen to yourself, it’s really like a newly made excuse.”

Huang Mao couldn't bear it anymore, slapped the table, and said angrily: "You know what a p!"——What if some cadre or quasi-cadre suddenly transfers them to work? Can we not go? !

He can't afford to offend any of those people. The more unfamiliar the number, the more careful it is. After all, the people above use virtual numbers or fake numbers, just like changing clothes, and there are too many numbers to count.

The **** and tearful experience of countless colleagues told him that when receiving such a call, he would rather be deceived than not go. Otherwise, if the matter of a irascible cadre is delayed, it may not be long before the person suddenly disappears.

Thinking of this, Kiritani Teruhiko couldn't help grinding his molars aggrievedly: In this **** organization, the peripheral members simply have no human rights. He wouldn't want to work for the organization if it wasn't for the fact that the organization held the handle to make him commit a crime, and could help clean up some troublesome people when necessary.

"..." But these words must not be said in the police station.

Even if he is only a peripheral member, Kiritani Teruhiko is very clear in his heart: people from the organization are everywhere, maybe they will suddenly pop up in some unexpected place-maybe there is someone hiding in the current police headquarters cadre.

He took a deep breath and thought to himself: I really didn't kill anyone, it should just be a mistaken arrest.

If you kill yourself innocently and say nothing, you will still have a chance to be released and find a way out.

But if you say so, I'm afraid it won't be long...he will "accidentally die" in the police station.

…

Although the police felt that Kiritani Teruhiko was hiding something, they really couldn't ask anything.

In addition, they actually suspected that Kiritani Teruhiko and his few employees were involved in multiple frauds, so they only felt that Kiritani was concealing the fraud, and did not go to "the dark side of this society exists like a spider web." Huge organization everywhere," on the one hand.

The same goes for high school students.

Failed to get more clues from Huang Mao, they sighed and left the interrogation place.

"Don't stay in the police station all the time, you are here to travel." Yuan Shan and Ye patted Jiang Xia, reminding him not to forget his original intention.

After that, she withdrew her hand, took out her bag, and pulled out a small notebook——Before going out today, Yuan Shan and Ye had already calculated the time in detail, how long to visit each scenic spot, and had a plan.

But now, before half a day has passed, this wonderful plan has been disrupted by two unexpected murders.

The warm and hospitable Osaka classmate, Toyama Kazuha, feels that this is not going to work.

She tried hard to get the holiday life of a few Tokyo classmates back on track, so she showed an encouraging smile like a tour guide: "Where shall we go next?"

Jiang Xia thought for a while: "Let's go to Camellia Park."

Heiji Hattori and Conan immediately nodded in agreement, to tell the truth ~IndoMTL.com~ They also thought so.

Camellia Park is exactly what the little policeman said just now, where Fayue Dema often haunts on weekdays.

There, perhaps more clues about this suspicious old man can be collected.

"Camellia Park, I remember it's on the side of Camellia Town." Heiji Hattori checked the map, "It's only a few stops away, take the tram, and you'll be there in a while."

The young policeman was about to go out when he happened to pass by them.

Hearing this sentence, he was slightly taken aback, and then turned back: "Are you going to the Camellia Park to find Mr. Fayue?"

Jiang Xia nodded.

The police officer's eyes lit up, and he handed over a somewhat faded photo: "In this case, please help me return this to him by the way. It was accidentally left at the police station when he came to take notes just now. If he is not in the park, he can put it in the mailbox of his house—his house is next to the park, and there is a 'Fa Yue' watch badge. This surname is not common, so it should not be difficult to find."