Conan's Corpse Picker

Jiang Xia kept nodding as Tsuji Rongzun narrated, indicating that he was listening.

Wrapping his hands in front of his body, he used this movement to push back Xiaobai who was nodding frequently, interrupting his bad behavior of "trying to steal Wutiangu's feathers and use them as pens to record inspiration".

At the same time, Jiang Xia's thoughts were accidentally taken away by this ghost who is fond of dog-blood plots: "You mean, what happened today was a martyrdom? It was also suicide by taking poison, and it was also two fanatics." .”

"? This, this, we haven't thought about it..."

The three college students were stunned, first they felt that the door to a new world had been opened.

Immediately afterwards, they felt that this was not the case—in their eyes, the two dead people had no sign of love at all, but just a sympathy between two art fanatics.

Fortunately, this is obviously not the current focus.

The three college students continued:

"In short, after that, An Cai always said that she wanted to feel the moment of life and death, and used it as a reference for playing the corpse. She took a lot of sleeping pills and was sent to the hospital. She didn't speak for a whole day, and at night , we found out that she had a nail in her mouth. Besides these, there are many similar things..."

The policeman nodded, and once again felt that he understood: "In other words, she may be doing the same thing this time, putting the poison capsule in her mouth. Then unfortunately bit it open..."

"No, no matter how you look at it, it looks like homicide."

As Hattori Heiji said, he took the corpse's hand and shook it at the policeman.

Jiang Xia was circling the hospital bed just now, collecting clues.At this time, it happened to be next to Hattori Heiji.

He glanced down at the hand, then at the corpse's face.

Then, under the bewildered gaze of the policeman, he said what Hattori Heiji wanted to express:

"There were residual blood stains in the nails of the deceased, and there were also solidified scratches on her face—this was probably because someone fed her poisonous capsules and covered her mouth, so the deceased wanted to pull that person's palm away, and then When I resisted, I used too much force and accidentally scratched myself."

Hattori Heiji nodded comfortably, feeling a little bit of the joy of working with his teammates tacitly, and secretly competing - he has been busy with his studies recently, and he hasn't seen Conan for a while, so he can only solve the case with a group of mediocre policemen in Osaka, which is boring of.

After successfully getting the clue of "homicide", Hattori Heiji turned to those college students, wanting to ask about their relationship with the deceased and to investigate the motive.

However, at this moment, Jiang Xia beside him suddenly sighed.

He raised his eyes to look at the three college students, then skipped a large part of reasoning, and continued with the clue of "the blood on the face" and said: "What a pity, if she scratched the murderer before she died, the flesh under the nails would be It can be used as evidence...you are right, Tsujiei-san."

Hattori Heiji, whose gratifying smile has not yet dissipated: "...?"

other people:"!!"

The people present, except for the three college students, were all policemen or detectives.Quite a few of them know Jiang Xia and have heard rumors that he "solves cases as quickly as rushing to the market".

Now, I heard that Jiang Xia suddenly called a person's name for no reason, and also mentioned "murderer" in the same sentence...

Although there is no evidence yet, a group of people still looked at Rongzun Tsuji quickly, vaguely surrounding the suspicious male college student.

Tsuji Rongzun was stunned: "...Wait, what do you mean? You think I'm the murderer?!"

Jiang Xia didn't nod, but she didn't deny it either.She just looked at him calmly with the same gaze of admiring an actor.

... See Tsuji's heart rate and blood pressure soaring.

Tsuji Rongzun gritted his teeth, and angrily pointed at the bed next to him:

"Didn't you see it too! She has a breathing mask on her mouth and nose, and no one has ever approached the hospital bed when she was taking the poison. Could it be that I can stuff the poison into her mouth through the air?!"

Jiang Xia nodded and agreed with his statement: "During that time, it was really impossible to poison her through a breathing mask."

Tsuji Rongzun showed a little relieved smile.

But before the smile is fully formed.Suddenly I heard Jiang Xia continue: "However, if you adjust the time sequence, this seemingly difficult murder can actually become very simple——

"The reason why I think the time of poisoning was 'after we entered the operating room' is because when we passed by the head of the bed just now, the bed was artificially shaken, and the deceased's legs were constantly kicking.

"On the other hand, as long as someone can find a way to create a similar phenomenon, it can create an illusion that 'the zombies on the bed are still alive when the guests who come to visit pass by the bed'."

Jiang Xia looked at Tsuji Rongzun whose expression was gradually collapsing:

"In other words, I'm afraid that long before we entered this 'operating room', someone came here first and poisoned Miss Weijian."

As he spoke, he walked to the bed, gently lifted the sheet, and looked down: "When I heard the movement just now, I thought this bed was very light... Now it seems that its structure is really suitable for this kind of hands and feet. "

——After the bed sheet was lifted, the exposed bed board was not a flat piece of wood.

It is made of several wooden bars crossed horizontally and vertically.

...the funds are too tight.Of course, it may also be that the dedicated "corpse" feels that only in this way can the essence of the corpse be better performed.

Jiang Xia looked at the bed board, imagined how it would feel to lie on it, and felt a backache.

He patted himself back.After shooting, I just wanted to fast-forward, but suddenly felt an extra hand on my back.

Startled slightly, he turned around quickly.

It was Yuan Shan and Ye who saw him beating his back suddenly, so they stretched out their hands for no reason, and thumped him for him.

"...Thank you." Fortunately, it wasn't some weird tentacles...

Jiang Xia nodded to her, indicating that there is no need to help such a strange favor.

Then turned around and continued:

"The specific order may be like this——

"After the murderer separated from us, he came to the 'operating room' first and poisoned Weijian Ancai.

"Afterwards, he folded the sheets on the hospital bed to his knees and folded them. Then he stitched together a piece of fabric of the same color in the vacant space to cover the bed board—the light in the haunted house was dim before, and the 'shadowless lamp' illuminated, It is also concentrated on the upper part of the body, and covered by a quilt, the splicing of the lower sheet is not obvious, and it looks like the same sheet.

"After setting this up, the murderer can get under the bed, lie on the boxes piled under the bed, and stick out his calf from the seam of the bed sheet, pretending that it is the calf of the deceased. When he hears the guest coming, he kicks Calf, while shaking the bed, pretending to be the only one who saw An Cai struggling."

Chapter 631 Hold On, I Can Win

"Of course, in order to avoid kicking, the lower part of the quilt exposed the legs of the deceased. The murderer folded her lower legs upwards in a duck-sitting position in advance.

"After shaking the bed, when the blood spurts out and our attention is attracted, the murderer can slip away from the blind spot under the bed, put on the zombie props hidden nearby, and act like a normal worker sudden appearance."

Hattori Heiji glanced at Tsuji Rongzun: "No wonder you just found out that after Ancai died, you were anxious to carry him to the infirmary. It seems that it is to cover the position of the deceased's calf - you only need to hold him once, and then put him away again Even, I can't see that the legs have been folded upwards..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered.

Suddenly, he felt that the current self was very similar to those policemen who praised him in the past.

"..." After discovering this déjà vu, the veins on Hattori Heiji's forehead twitched, and he immediately closed his mouth tightly, resolutely not being the background board.

...I can't blame him for being slow in solving the case, it must be because Jiang Xia is too fast - look, the boss of the detective agency next to him has not and cannot react in time now.

Hattori Heiji glanced at Toru Amuro, and gradually felt that the unscrupulous boss became more pleasing to the eye, and briefly replaced Conan who was traveling somewhere, and became his new brother.

The only fly in the ointment is that Boss Amuro's expression seems to be a little too calm, as if he has become numb to this situation... Ah, speaking of it, from the recent reports on Jiang Xia's case and other places Judging from the news I received, it seems that Toru Amuro has been walking with Jiang Xia for the past few days...

Thinking of this, Hattori Heiji looked at Amuro Toru, subtly mixed with a little friendliness from complicated sources.

……

The other two detectives were each distracted.

Yuan Shan and Ye didn't think much, but this time they focused more on the case.

She suddenly remembered something, approached Jiang Xia, and whispered:

"But just now when we passed by the hospital bed, when the 'zombie' on the bed was struggling, her exposed feet were painted with red nails, and they really looked like girls' feet..."

"I can't say that, maybe some men also have the habit of painting their nails... Of course, in addition to this, this situation may also be because of..."

While speaking, Jiang Xia walked around to the end of the bed.

He looked at the bed sheet for a moment, turned one of the places out, and spread it out under the light.

——On the light green cloth, there are several nearly parallel red scratches:

"Someone temporarily painted their feet with red paint like blood plasma, so that they would have the same red toenails as the dead. Then when they kicked, the uncoagulated blood plasma accidentally stained the bed sheet—— Like now."

……

Under normal circumstances, the rather lengthy reasoning link ended quickly under his fast speaking speed.

It quickly jumped to the stage of examining physical evidence.

Toru Amuro caught the key word, moved the tips of his ears, and leaned against the wall to regain his senses.

He looked at the few policemen who were still pondering their reasoning in a daze, and commanded naturally: "What are you doing in a daze? Go and verify it." It's finally over...

The policeman who had "communicated" with him in the haunted house just now, heard this sentence, subconsciously responded, and walked towards Rongzun Tsuji.

Immediately startled, huh?Why should he listen to this nasty little black face.

However, everyone has already crouched in front of Rongzun Tsuji...

The policeman with a blue mouth finally decided to be more professional.

He snorted and pulled off Tsuji Rongzun's shoes.

Rongzun Tsuji had just been critically attacked by a series of fast and refined "reasoning", and now he stood there sluggishly, forgetting to dodge.

As the shoes and socks were pulled away, his bright red toes were exposed—the red color had not only stayed on the nail cover, but had already soaked into the surrounding area. It was not nail polish specially used for painting nails, but was used in a hurry. Something else red, instead of nail polish, was painted on the toes.

"..."

Although the specific test results have not yet come out, Tsuji Rongzun has completely broken his defense after hearing those words.

He knelt down on the ground with a plop, and beat the ground angrily.

——He had thought of this murder plan a long time ago.However, today, it is rare for a haunted house to come out, but An Cai said she was not feeling well, so she did not come to play the corpse.

Tsuji Rongzun was extremely disappointed, but he had no other choice.

Unexpectedly, just now, he went to buy a bento, and when he came back, he found that An Cai had changed his mind and decided to act in the haunted house himself.

The moment he heard the news, Tsuji Rongzun felt that he might be a son of destiny who could achieve what he wanted, and was favored by heaven.

Therefore, even though I discovered it belatedly, the "guests" that An Cai greeted seemed to be a few detectives.

But he still didn't want to let go of this opportunity.

—What happened to the detective?

Detectives may not be able to see through all traps.

They are famous, perhaps only because the cases that were broken were reported, and the ones that were not broken were all closed by accident or suicide, and were silently passed over.

The survivors are just biased, and they may not necessarily lose.

——Thinking of this, Tsuji Rongzun pressed forward without hesitation.