Conan’s Corpse Picker

Conan tried to piece together the clues in his mind.

Before he could think of anything, the surprised voice of the young police officer suddenly came from downstairs: "Is this blood? This is blood!"

Jiang Xia walked around to the balcony and looked downstairs. That was the place where the crime happened. It was usually dark, but at this time it was brightly illuminated by street lights.

The place where the body once lay was marked with a white circle on the ground, and two or three meters away from it, Officer Takagi and the junior police officer gathered together and looked at something on the wall.

"Go down and have a look."

Jiang Xia turned around and went out, and saw a familiar face when he opened the door. Maya Hashimoto stood outside, as if still hesitating whether to enter the house.

Conan was startled and raised his voice: "Brother, are you following us?"

Maya Hashimoto: "?!" How can you use a sneaky word like "stalking" to taint someone's innocence!

Oh, the insidious colleagues are starting to fight among themselves.

But he is still a child after all, and it is normal to be impatient. Little did he know that the more anxious he was, the easier it would be to arouse Jiang Xia's suspicion.

Maya Hashimoto hit the child's head hard in her heart, while showing an innocent smile belonging to an ordinary citizen, and said to Jiang Xia: "I saw you going out, so I wanted to come over and see if I could help. But this is someone else It’s hard for me to go in directly..."

As he spoke, he glanced at Conan, trying to use inadvertent little moves to draw Jiang Xia's attention to Conan and remind him that this child had broken into the door at a young age. At first glance, he was a child raised by an outlaw. , completely different from law-abiding citizens like myself.

Conan: "...?"

Was it an illusion? He seemed to smell tea.

…

The three people walked downstairs while talking.

Although the area was cordoned off, with Jiang Xia there, they managed to sneak in just by brushing their faces.

When Officer Takagi heard the footsteps, he was originally worried that someone was watching the excitement and breaking in here. Unexpectedly, when he looked back, he saw that the person coming was Jiang Xia.

He was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and happily took the initiative without waiting to be asked: "We just found some blood stains on the wall, which is probably the victim's blood."

It was too late and he wanted to get off work.

Jiang Xia: "What a coincidence, we also found blood stains on the broken window on the fourth floor. It should be the blood of the same person."

Officer Takagi was stunned for a moment: "Fourth floor?"

There were blood stains on the wall at the scene, but I could barely understand it: maybe he had read too many cartoons about the murderer, and after knocking the person out, he swung the murder weapon coolly and threw the blood on the wall.

...But what's going on with the blood on the fourth floor? It's so high, how much strength does it take to get up there?

A figure gradually appeared in his mind: the strong man at the dinner party.

However, at this time, Jiang Xia stared at the blood on the wall and suddenly pointed to the rooftop: "There should be blood stains on the railings there. Can you find someone to go up and have a look?"

"?!"

Officer Takagi had no suspicion and immediately called two people to go to the roof to collect evidence, and the other two people to go to the room on the fourth floor.

Maya Hashimoto's heart skipped a beat. Officer Takagi had been running around and didn't know Jiang Xia's whereabouts, but he had been following Jiang Xia - Jiang Xia had never been there at all. The light on the rooftop was so dark that it was impossible for him to see the railings on the rooftop clearly from such a distance.

...How did he know there was blood there.

"I really thought of a stupid question." Maya Hashimoto slapped herself on the forehead and answered herself loudly, "How else can I know? - Jiang Xia is a detective! He must have deduced it. How can this be done? You don’t have to ask, otherwise it’s impossible for him to arrange it, hahaha.”

Conan secretly observed: "..."

What's going on with this half-blood pretending to be a foreigner? My mental state doesn't seem very optimistic.

Having said that, this rapid switching between sadness and joy seems more and more like Mr. Okiya in London.

…

Jiang Xia went downstairs to catch up with the children running around late at night, took a walk around, and brought back enough clues.

When he returned to the dining room on the 5th floor, he saw that the police investigation had come to an end. The police department was struggling with the several suspects in front of them for a long time, and an idea flashed: "Let's go to the police station with me first." Take the notes."

Keeping the suspicious people busy first will prevent the murderer from destroying the evidence, so they have time to investigate slowly!

"Are you all going? But we have classes tomorrow. If we go to the police station at this hour, what time will it be when we get back!"

The college students didn't seem very cooperative.

The Mumu Police Department comforted him while quietly looking at the door, and then he was surprised to find that Jiang Xia, who disappeared midway, was back.

And bring wonderful good news.

"I think I know who the murderer is."

Memu Police Department: "!"

Once the detective is willing to talk, solving the case is quick. Jiang Xia didn't give in. He turned around and saw that the four suspects were standing side by side in a row. He raised his hand to the other side and pointed out one of them as if playing cards: "The murderer should be the owner of the house."

The owner of the house was startled and suddenly looked over with murderous intent.

Maya Hashimoto saw his excited look and glanced at him. Judging that the man had no weapons, he consciously stood next to Jiang Xia, intending to act as a bodyguard when the murderer rushed over excitedly, actively building up the detective's trust.

Unfortunately, perhaps because there were too many police officers in the house, the owner of the house did not give him a chance to show off. He only shouted loudly: "Don't spit on me!"

Jiang Xia skillfully skipped arguing with the suspect and looked out the window: "When I went out just now, I found that the window of the apartment directly below was broken, and the window fragments, the wall near the deceased, and the rooftop handrail of the building directly above These three seemingly unrelated places 'happened' to be stained with the blood of the deceased.

"This is proof that the murder weapon has been moved at these three points - the murderer does not need to go downstairs. As long as he stands on the fifth floor, he can inflict blood on the deceased from a distance.

"Before the incident, the murderer organized a drinking party that started at seven o'clock tonight, and then deliberately did not make an appointment with Masami Kusaka. He put a note in his locker, used the name of the deceased to invite the person out, and told him that today After ten o'clock in the evening, we will meet downstairs opposite.

"Before everyone came to the appointment, the murderer tied two pieces of fishing line to the stone and used a slingshot to launch the stone to the roof of the opposite building. After that, he rushed to the opposite building and tied the two pieces of hanging line together, making a It became a noose that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

"Then night fell and the wine party started. At around nine o'clock, the murderer used the pre-recorded voice of Mr. Kusaka to fake an incoming call. After answering the phone, he pretended to be Mr. Kusaka and sent a message to the deceased. Also go and wait downstairs opposite.

"When the deceased came downstairs, the owner of the house left the living room on the pretext of rushing to report, entered the house next to him, and began his air assassination operation."