Conan's Corpse Picker

Still no one answered.

Through the door, the sound of the mobile phone in the meditation room could not be heard.

Others also received text messages at this time, and gathered at the door of the meditation room one after another—some of them followed the content of the text messages and thought of this distinctive place, and some heard the voices of Jiang Xia and others, and followed the sound to find the place. come over.

"The sender of that message is Ms. Utakura." Hiroji Yakawa pressed the phone, trying to reason, "If Kira is going to be revived here, Ms. Utakura might indeed be in the meditation room... Why did Kira ask Ms. Utakura? Revenge?"

Maho Izumi was more careful. She still remembered that Utakura Akiko said that she was not feeling well before, and said worriedly: "Could it be that she was feeling uncomfortable and fainted inside? If I don't give first aid immediately..."

"Open the door and have a look!" The photographer reached out and knocked on the upper part of the door of the meditation room—it was not solid wood, but a piece of beautiful colored glaze.

1 minute later.

The glass was smashed open with a click.

I shone in through the gap with a flashlight, and I could see the inside of the door, with a heavy padlock hanging on it—it was actually locked from the inside.

When a group of people banged on the lock.

Vodka moved closer in a low-key manner, looking in through the opening of the door vigilantly.

On the round table in the center of the meditation room, there was a figure lying vaguely at this moment.

Vodka first breathed a sigh of relief instinctively.

——The dead are fixed.So far, it's not him.

...It's just that after such a rough look, the figure lying quietly in the room protrudes forward and backward, and it doesn't look like Bourbon, but a woman.This is a bit regrettable... Speaking of which, where did Bourbon go?What happened today, could it be a serial murder case?

Vodka glanced back at the dark corridor, then at the even darker meditation room in front of him, and was a little curious.

...In all fairness, Uzo's script looks really good, at least it's much more interesting than the "one shot" method he and his elder brother used to use.

The only problem is that when watching these scenes at close range, there is a risk of being picked by Uzo and forcibly captured to participate in the performance.As for the actor in charge of playing the "dead", Wu Zuo is only responsible for sending people to death, and will not guarantee resurrection... Oh, this heartless director.

Vodka secretly took a sip in his heart.

While thinking about it, the padlock on the inside of the meditation room was smashed several times, and the doorknob fell to the ground with injuries.

The door is open.

When they knocked on the door, the other people had already noticed the figure on the table.

As soon as the door opened, a group of people rushed in.The flashlight shines on the table.

I saw the dead body of Utakura Akiko lying on his back on the table with his arms outstretched.Combined with the surrounding magic pattern, the scene looks like a strange sacrifice.

Compared with when they left, the meditation room was extremely chaotic at this time—except for the glass shards splashed by the door when they broke into the room, the poster racks surrounding it were also messed up on the ground.

Now is not the time to tidy up the room, a few people ran over the poster stand to find out the situation of Akiko Tangecang, originally planning to give first aid.

However, after exploring, it was discovered that the person was already hopeless.

The few people had no choice but to withdraw their hands again, staring at the strangle marks on Akiko Utakura's neck, recalling the "Kira's revenge text message" they had just received, feeling chills in their hearts.

Vodka, who was following behind, glanced at Utakura Akiko's body, and felt sorry for this future cute idol for a second.

However, since she was not a fan of hers, Vodka quickly looked away and looked at the poster rack on the ground.

"..." The shelves were knocked down, and I don't know if there is anything wrong with Kira's poster.Hope it's not scratched.

While praying secretly in his heart, he wanted to take a look at the situation by lifting the poster stand while no one was looking.

But when he turned his head and secretly observed other people's movements, Vodka's eyes moved from the corner of his eyes, and he was startled.

——Behind him, there was an extra person at some point.

Wu Zuo pretended to be looking for clues to this secret room murder case, walked around, and "accidentally" slipped behind him.

At this time, other people were still surrounding the dead body of Utakura Akiko, either comforting the weeping Izumi Maho, or sluggishly distracted.

In the small noise, Vodka heard Uzo ask curiously in a low voice: "Are you here for these autographed posters?"

"..." Vodka put on a straight face, trying to turn back from the road of social death, "Oh, I just think there may be a conspiracy behind this seance, so come and have a look—who would come here specially for a few posters? run so far."

Wu Zuo seemed to believe it, and nodded when he heard the words: "That's it, that's good."

Then he patted him on the shoulder, turned around and strolled to the other side, looked up at the window several meters high.

"...?"

Vodka looked at his back blankly and warily.

What is that good?

It always feels like something bad is going on...

Thinking of this, combined with the topic that the two of them talked about just now, Vodka's heart skipped a beat.

He stared at the upside-down poster stand on the ground, was silent for a moment, then slowly squatted down, lifted it up a little through the gloves, and glanced sideways.

I saw that the front of the shelf was empty, and the poster that had been pasted there before was taken off by someone and taken away.

Vodka: "..."

He stared blankly for a second, then went to lift another board.

The result is the same.

Where's the "..." poster?

Where did the poster go?

I was about to pick up the third piece.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, and a person ran in at the door humming.

It was Puzhiki Kazuo who came - the doctor who had a good relationship with the god stick Hirasaka Reiki.

At this time, his face was flustered, his pupils trembled slightly, as if he had been frightened: "Mr. Hirasaka, Mr. Hirasaka is dead! It seems to be dead..."

Halfway through the conversation, Park Zhimu Kazuo caught a glimpse of the corpse on the table, as if his throat was choked by a terrifying hand, he stopped his voice, and stood there sluggishly.

Several other people who were grieving for Akiko Utakura also froze with him when they heard this sentence.In addition to being terrified, I was a little confused, what does it mean to "seem" dead...

Jiang Xia looked back at the window and looked at him: "What's going on? Where is Mr. Hirasaka now?"

Park Zhimu and Xiong are doctors anyway, just now when they touched the corpse alone, they panicked a little bit.

Now that there are more people, it slowly slows down.

He pointed to the corridor: "Over there!"

……

On the way to Hirasaka's room, Park Zhiki Kazuo whispered: "I received a strange text message, Kira said that she had been resurrected, so I planned to discuss it with Mr. Hirasaka - he has always been very researched on souls and the like. ..."

Chapter 571

"But after I went there, his room was locked, and there was no answer when I knocked on the door. I knocked a few times, and I heard a cell phone ringing in his room...but it wasn't Mr. Liangsaka's cell phone ringing, it was more like It belonged to Ms. Utakura. I felt strange, so I stepped on the stool and took a look in through the open transom..."

While talking, they had reached the door of Hirasaka Reiki's study.

Pu Zhimu and Xiong stopped talking, pointed to the stool he had placed at the door just now: "That's it."

Jiang Xia looked at the stool, frowned and nodded.

After a second, he realized that no one was standing up to look in, so he was slightly taken aback, came back to his senses, and walked over by himself.

... When solving a case, there are no other detectives and policemen actively rushing forward, which is really a bit unaccustomed.

Speaking of it, it seems that no one has called the police since the discovery of Akiko's body... These people's awareness is too low.

Just now, Jiang Xia originally wanted to report by herself.

But after thinking about it, Vodka looks like it can't stand the investigation, and according to the news from Amuro Toru, it seems that part of the road here has collapsed. Although it is difficult for the police to come over, it is correspondingly difficult for Vodka to escape. ... Jiang Xia hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to pretend that she had forgotten it.

...It's not that he likes the murderous taste of vanilla ice cream.But the ghosts looked very pleased.

In addition, similar to people like Tequila and Pisco, vodka also looks like it won't get a ghost after death, why don't you help him for a while, let him live and glow...

While thinking, Jiang Xia had already stepped on the stool placed at the door of Hirasaka Linghui's study.

The transom above the door was opened obliquely, and through a gap of more than ten centimeters wide, one could see the sofa and coffee table in the study.

At this time, Hirasaka Reiki was lying on the sofa in a disfigured manner, with his head tilted to one side, and a dark red liquid like blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth.

On the coffee table next to him, there was a bottle of red wine and a broken goblet, and the wine inside poured out and spilled all over the table.

...It is indeed a look that "seems to be dead".

Jiang Xia confirmed the scene, and borrowed someone else's mobile phone to take a few photos, then jumped off the stool, commanding inexperiencedly: "Pry open the door and have a look."

……

The door of the study was finally pried open.

As the door slammed wide open, the wind blowing from the door stirred fancy scraps of paper all over the floor.

A group of people who were about to rush into the room were startled by the sight and stopped one after another.

In Hirasaka Reiki's study, on the ground between the door and the sofa, a large piece of torn posters were scattered at this time. The pieces of various colors overlapped in disorder, covering the ground leading to the sofa, like a piece of paper Luxurious rug.

The air froze for a moment.

In the next second, Vodka Duang punched the door frame and blurted out: "Damn it!"

Half a second later, he answered in a low voice: "The murderer of..."

Yachuan Hongji was startled by this movement.

He frowned and turned around, seeing Vodka's sad and angry eyes. After being startled for a moment, the sudden condemnation of "Yamada Yutaka" in his heart disappeared immediately, and he sighed as if he understood very well——The time when his friend was killed The taste is really uncomfortable...Speaking of which, Mr. Yamada has such a good relationship with Mr. Hirasaka?How had he never heard that these two were friends.

Yachuan Koji was puzzled for a moment, and soon figured it out by himself—it may also be that Mr. Yamada himself is more jealous, seeing two people being killed in a row, so he felt powerless and angry.

... Anyway, a good guy.

Yachuan Koji then patted Vodka on the shoulder understandingly, expressing that he thought the same way.

……

When the two strong men felt the same sadness for different reasons.

Jiang Xia carefully bypassed the poster fragments at the door, walked to the sofa, and checked the situation of Hirasaka Reiki.

A moment later, under the gaze of a group of people, he shook his head regretfully, tactfully implying that this person was hopeless.