Conan’s Corpse Picker

Next to   , Sato Miwako poked Jiang Xia and showed him the phone interface.

   After handing over the phone, she felt that something was not right - she and this high school student were obviously meeting for the first time. She should not be like Jiang Xia, who should immediately send any information when she gets any information, and then happily wait for the answer. But...there's a vague sense of familiarity.

  Sato Miwako thought of this, and began to hesitate to take back the phone. After all, this is the personal privacy of the Hayase family, and it seems that no one else should see it.

   But at this time, Jiang Xia had already taken over the phone.

   He glanced at the message above. It was found that this was "Tatsuo Hayase", the information about the deceased husband of the owner.

  Tatsuo Hayase, a bank clerk, went missing in an avalanche when he was climbing a snowy mountain a year ago to take pictures.

During the period of   's disappearance, he was actually suspected of embezzling huge amounts of public funds and was being investigated by the police.

   Therefore, some people suspect that Tatsuo Hayase actually designed suspended animation and wanted to embezzle huge sums of money. But doubts are doubts, after all, no evidence has been found.

   So a year later, Tatsuo Hayase was still certified as "dead" - generally seven years of missing before he was deemed dead. But if the missing person is clearly involved in some disaster or disaster, it can be changed to "dead" status as long as the previous year has passed.

Jiang Xia: "..." I got the detailed information in such a short time. The police subordinates are very useful. How can I get an exclusive one... There is indeed a policeman in the ghost, but it has been taken by the dog. I want to see the information. You can only float in and take a peek, and the ghosts disappear.

   Thinking of this, Jiang Xia couldn't help but glance at Matsuda Jinping, a little regretful.

   Matsuda Jinping pushed his sunglasses suspiciously. After a while, he felt that he understood something and floated to Jiang Xia's side to look at the phone screen. However, after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't remember who this guy named "Tatsuo Hayase" was, so he became more and more puzzled.

  Jiang Xia: …It’s okay.

"It now seems that Tatsuo Hayase really encountered an avalanche, but he did not die at the time, but lost his memory, and then began to wander." Miwako Sato whispered to Jiang Xia, "In addition, Tatsuo Hayase An orphan, without any relatives, it is difficult to determine the identity of the tramp by comparing DNA. Unless the traces of him can be found here, but…”

   She looked at the two dumbfounded cleaners at the door and sighed helplessly.

  The Meguro Police Department wasn't quite giving up yet, his eyes drifted to the bedroom and the storage room, trying to find out if there was anything left by Tatsuo Hayase, maybe he could extract useful clues from it.

   Hayase Junka glanced at him, keenly aware of the helplessness of the police.

She forced a smile on the corner of her lips, showing a heavy look: "Don't look at it, I have already thrown away all his things - until now, people have accused me of embezzling public funds, I just want to get rid of him as soon as possible. Come out of the shadows you left me."

   "Does the shadow left on you also include that huge sum of public funds whose whereabouts are still unknown?"

   Jiang Xia came back to his senses and felt that the waiting time as "Black Feather Kuaidou" had been long enough, so he could fast forward properly.

He handed the phone back to the police and looked at Hayase Junka again: "If Hayase Tatsuo regains his memory and returns to modern society, he will soon be under investigation by the police again, and it is difficult to hide that public money. . But if he dies, whether it's you or your inheritance, you're completely free."

   Hayase Junxiang snorted coldly: "This is just your guess."

Next to   , the Mumu Police Department held the mobile phone that Jiang Xia handed back, and looked at the words that were typed on it at an unknown time, feeling a little dazed.

   However, making good use of my brother's experience, let him decide to do it according to the above statement.

   He took out his pipe, lit it, and took a puff.

   As soon as the smoke started to rise, Hayase Junka, who was attracted by Jiang Xia's attention, suddenly stood up and looked at him angrily: "Don't smoke in other people's homes!"

   At the same time, she stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window angrily, and opened the window with a bang to dissipate the smell. She couldn't stand the smell of smoke.

Jiang Xia looked over from her side and saw the ginkgo leaves falling in the wind outside the window: "I heard that the soles of the corpse's feet were stained with a ginkgo tree leaf, and on the cabinet in front of your frame, there seems to be a Traces of smoking."

  "!?" Hayase Junka turned around and looked at him nervously, having a bad feeling in her heart.

   And that hunch soon came true.

Jiang Xia leaned on the sofa, looked at her living room, and said as if telling a story: "After Mr. Hayase was sent to the hospital, his memory unexpectedly recovered. He escaped from the hospital and returned home in a hurry to visit this place that has been completely gone after a year's absence. A different home. He has always been interested in painting, and he is addicted to smoking, so he may have a cigarette while looking at the painting.”

  "..." Hayase Junka stared at him with a haunted look, his eyes uncertain - how he, how did he know so clearly, at that time, this person was hiding nearby and peeking? !

Jiang Xia continued: "Judging from the glasses on the posthumous photo, he was not short-sighted, but he lost his glasses after the avalanche, so he developed a bad habit of looking at paintings - just like when he was in the gallery before, not only was he able to get together It's very close, and he will subconsciously hold the oil painting with his hands." He suddenly looked at the two innocent-looking employees of the cleaning company, "When you cleaned the living room, you probably didn't wipe the painting."

   The cleaning staff looked at each other and said hesitantly: "We only wiped the frame." How could it be possible to wipe the painting directly, if it was wiped, it would not be enough to accompany the car outside.

After listening to Sato Mikako for a while, she suddenly understood what Jiang Xia was talking about: "That is to say, when Mr. Hayase was looking at the painting, Mrs. Hayase ran to open the floor-to-ceiling windows because she couldn't stand the smell of smoke. When turning around, Mr. Hayase looked closely at the painting, and because of his uncivilized habit of looking at paintings, he put his fingerprints on the painting? - If Mrs. Hayase didn't notice this, the fingerprints are likely to remain there. !"

  The Mumu Police Department stood up in a hurry and looked at his subordinates: "Quick, let the people from the forensics department come in!"

   "Check the vacuum cleaner too, and there are trash cans." Jiang Xia looked at the forensic police officer who rushed in. "Since the body has just been thrown away, there is still hope for the collected hair and dander."

  “…”

   Plop.

   Beautiful kneeling sound.

  …

   When Mrs. Hayase confessed her sorrow to the police.

   Jiang Xia glanced at the garbage dragged out by the forensic staff, pretended to be dirty, and walked to the bathroom.

   Nakamori Aoko rarely sees the suspect kneeling on his knees and weeping bitterly.

   When she recovered, she couldn't follow the toilet in front of so many police officers, so she had to stay outside.

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