Conan's Corpse Picker

In this day and age, mobile phones are still a rare device.

Jiang Xia called from a coin-operated telephone booth: "I suddenly remembered, among the guests you gathered, is there anyone with the surname 'Omura'? ——The anagram left by Tachibana Goryu, 'Li Chuanbe Qi々なる草を' was written in Roman accents and then reversed in order, so it could just be spelled as 'Go ask Omura'."

"Dacun?" Qin Jiu looked at the people behind him, and fell silent for a while.

To be honest, he really didn't remember who these ants were...

Fortunately, these few people in the living room are either extroverted, or they often deal with others due to work reasons, and they are very good at winking.

They thought about it and said, "Omura? You mean the president of Feiyue Publishing House—he went back to Tokyo after recording the transcript. I heard that he has a new work in the works."

Qin Jiu relayed that sentence as it was, listened to the phone, and then turned around to ask the person who spoke just now: "Do you know Omura's address or phone number?"

The guest nodded, and quickly provided the information he knew: Since he decided to help collect evidence, there is nothing to worry about now, and President Omura usually deals with people from all walks of life. Others want to know his family information, just It's a matter of time, it's better to sell favors.

……

Qin Jiu told Jiang Xia about Dacun, hung up the phone, and looked at the mob behind him.

"It's very late today, so let's do this first. If there is any other news, please let me know as soon as possible." He was quite satisfied with the ability of this group of people to understand current affairs, "In addition..."

Gin Jiu stood up suddenly and walked in front of Nonaka Tomomi.

Tomomi Nonaka tried to give an answer to the beauty trick before, and then followed her colleagues to dig the river for a long time. At this moment, she was very tired and wanted to go home and rest.Unexpectedly, just as he was about to leave, a terrifying shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

Nonaka Tomomi was startled, stood up abruptly, looked up at the tall man in front of her, with a nervous expression: "Why, what's wrong?"

Gin put his hand into her pocket with a sullen face, and before she could react, there was a small tape recorder the size of a palm in his hand.

The tape recorder was running, Gin glanced down, pressed the button to open the box cover, and took out the tape inside.

Tomomi Nonaka's expression changed slightly.

Immediately, he smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I forgot to turn it off before, I didn't record it on purpose..."

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1189 [Belmode who failed to disguise himself]

Listening to Nonaka Tomomi's defense, Qin Jiu sneered, and temporarily resisted the urge to shoot her and the tape recorder each.

He weighed the tape recorder in his hand, threw it into the woman's arms, and barely showed a little patience in dealing with Uzo's troubles: "Don't have a next time."

Tomomi Nonaka nodded slowly, and ran quickly with the tape recorder in her arms.

When she reached the door, she couldn't help but look back at Qin Jiu, wondering how this man found out.

Sensing her peeping, Qin Jiu instinctively wanted to touch the gun. However, after repeating several times in his heart that he must bear the humiliation to clear the game, break away from the control of Anonymous, and report the situation to the higher authorities, he finally calmed down.

At the same time, he also saw Tomomi Nonaka's doubts, and snorted coldly in his heart: People with recording equipment on their bodies tend to concentrate their attention differently from ordinary people when they hear important conversations.Unless the person concerned is clearly aware of this and deliberately controls it, it is very obvious what is on his body.

But there's nothing to talk about with a bunch of idiots, and Gin sees off the guests impatiently.

After the others left, he took out the tape that he had just casually thrown into the trash can, rummaged through the tape recorder at home, and played it again. He found that there was only today's conversation in it, and there was no other useful content, so he lit the fireplace and threw the tape away. go in.

Then Gin found the computer, started to search for related entries, and planned to take time to go to the scene of the crime - of course, you can't rely on those idiots for clues.

Rather than getting useful clues from the gathered guests, Gin actually wanted to swindle their identities as soon as possible, find the suspect among the guests, and then intuitively "solve the mystery" by observing his actions.

Thinking of this, Qin Jiu couldn't help but glanced at the gate again: "..." When the group of people left just now, they should each send out a tracker and bug... Unfortunately, he didn't have one.

Qin Jiu: "..." Without the channel of organization, there may not be a black market in this place, and I don't know where to get it in a short time... Tsk, I don't know if those policemen have technology, so why not pick a time to grab it? ... How many pieces do you want to pick up?

……

"So you're going to Tokyo now?"

Belmode found a hat to hide his conspicuous blond hair.Then she looked left and right at her pretty face in the mirror and sighed.

——Originally Belmode wanted Xiaolu to let Jiang Xia experience the beauty of the skill "Disguise".

But I didn't expect that here, the substitute materials she found could not be used at all, and the effect of pasting was difficult to see directly.Don't say "admiration" now, Jiang Xia has washed her face several times, and even looks at her with disgust.

Belmode: "..." There is no problem with her disguise technique, it is obviously the fault of an unknown person...

Thinking about it, the murderous aura on her body couldn't help but become more vigorous.

……

Jiang Xia's dislike seems to come and go quickly.

Not long after, Belmode found that Jiang Xia had become friendly again, and sat next to her again.

"Call Omura first and try to contact him." Jiang Xia said, "Omura is not among the few people gathered at Qinjiu, so now he has the impression of me as a 'murderer at large'. Go directly to the door and ask , He may not be able to say it, but pretending to be a policeman to call to defraud him should be able to deceive more real news and save the time of explanation."

After a pause, he said again: "If you can't find out on the phone, then come to him directly - speaking of it, this password is a bit too simple. I always feel that the matter will not end so easily. After all, if you find the original manuscript, you can Find the person among the guests who was exposed by Ju Wuliu, and there will probably be other changes later."

Of course, the more accidents the better, it is best to keep these three bottles of real wine in the game for a reasonable period of time...

……

Regardless of the efficiency, what to do next is already very clear.

However, after Jiang Xia called the "Omura" who appeared in the answer, no one answered.

"It won't be dead."

Jiang Xia returned to the car from the public telephone booth, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, sighed: "This kind of key witness, generally speaking, shouldn't live for too long."

Belmode: "..." It turns out that Uzo likes to kill key witnesses first.

She first subconsciously remembered Jiang Xia's non-existent habits.

Then he came back to his senses, started the car, and smiled: "Thinking about it, maybe that 'Omura' is not at home. After all, he is a busy president... Anyway, let's go to Tokyo while continuing to call." Call to ask, maybe it will be connected suddenly at some point."

Speaking of this, she fumbled in her pocket, found nothing, and couldn't help muttering: "It's really inconvenient without the Internet." 'Ju Wuliu was murdered by a high school student detective' is explosive news, related to this case If the witness 'Omura' also died suddenly, there must be news about him on the Internet, but unfortunately, we can only check the news from the newspaper. This car is not equipped with a radio..."

"There is fun in the old days." Jiang Xia, a young man, has adapted well to the state of "no mobile phone" and seems to have found other interesting things. "Let's go to his house first. If you encounter a phone booth on the road, stop." Just give him a call."

Belmode nodded, and the two quickly set off for Tokyo.

……

Originally, I thought that if we continued the investigation like this, when we arrived in Tokyo, we could only see the miserable corpse of President Omura.

Unexpectedly, when approaching Omura's house, Jiang Xia went to the public phone booth and made a random call, and the call was connected.

"Hello? Hello, I'm Omura."

A middle-aged voice came from the receiver.

Jiang Xia differentiated suspiciously, and found that the voice was indeed the same as a person surnamed "Omura" who appeared at the banquet—it seemed that Omura himself received the call alive.

Jiang Xia couldn't help being a little surprised, but he quickly recovered and lowered his voice a little:

"Hi, I'm Noda from the Police Department's First Search Section——about the case of Juwuliu, I still have some questions to ask you, are you free now?"

"Is there a problem?" President Omura asked suspiciously, "I should have told you everything I knew when I took the notes. I really have nothing to do with this case, and I don't have any more clues."

Jiang Xia swindled patiently: "That's it. Just now, the case has made a breakthrough - we have deciphered the code that Mr. Ju left at the banquet during his lifetime. What the deceased wanted to express at that time should be 'ask Omura '."

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Jiang Xia held the receiver: "At the banquet, you are the only one with the surname 'Omura' who can talk to Mr. Ju——Think about it carefully, did he leave any hints or clues before his death?"

"Mr. Orange's secret signal is for you to ask me?" President Omura was even more puzzled.

However, Jiang Xia's words seemed to give him some hint.

He thought about this for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "That's right! Speaking of which, the day before the birthday party, I went to Mr. Orange to get the manuscript of the new book. He smiled mysteriously at that time , did not say whether to answer or not, but told me a strange thing

"—he said that if someone comes to me and asks me a question that I don't understand, I should tell that person 'ask Shiren and you'll find out'...Ah——!

who? !You, what are you doing? ! "

Across the phone, there was a blunt "bang".

Followed by another messy muffled sound, the familiar sound of sticks and flesh colliding.

Gradually, Jiang Xia heard that President Omura fell silent, and the other side of the phone quickly became quiet.

……

Two kilometers away, at the home of President Omura.

A burly man, holding a golf club, stood next to President Omura who was already out of breath, reached out to pick up the receiver that was hanging in the air, and hung up the phone.

He wore gloves, a hat and a mask, his face was tightly covered, and his figure was also covered by a large windbreaker.

After killing his mouth, the man glanced coldly at the corpse on the ground, tightened his mask, turned around and left quickly.

……

After Jiang Xia returned to the car, Belmode asked, "What happened?"

Although no sound can be heard through the phone booth, the wall of the phone booth is transparent. Belmode looked inside just now, and quickly judged that something happened on the other side of the phone, interrupting Jiang Xia's questioning.

"Omura answered the phone and was beaten to death." Jiang Xia put on his seat belt and buckled it up. "However, before he died, he gave a new clue - 'ask Shi Ren and you'll find out'."

"Do you want to go to Omura to have a look?" Belmode asked casually.

"Forget it." Jiang Xia looked out the car window.

The place where President Omura lives is quite prosperous, and it is daytime now, and the traffic flow of people and vehicles is not too small: "The distance of two kilometers, the road conditions, by the time we pass, the murderer will have already run away—I don't want to really Just like in my memory, I ran to the scene of the crime to check the corpse, and then a group of 'witnesses' suddenly jumped out from behind...

"But I remember from the map that there is an overpass near Omura's house. When you pass by it, take a look at the situation and don't get too close."

Belmode thought so too, so she didn't drive towards Omura's house at first.

Holding the steering wheel, she seemed to inadvertently detour towards the nearby viaduct.

When approaching the place, Belmode's eyes suddenly moved slightly:

A police car drove towards him in the distance, and it seemed that it was going in the direction of Omura's house.

——President Omura was indeed dead, and someone directly called the police.

When passing by the police car, Jiang Xia raised her hand to block the sunlight, just blocking the police's unintentional glance.

The two cars converged and then moved away. The police car found nothing wrong and continued to drive towards Omura's house.

Belmode looked at the police car that was getting further and further away in the rearview mirror, and smiled: "You are much more skilled than I thought."