Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Chapter 23 Jiang Xia is a good detective

   Curator Ochiai is not the owner of the pavilion.

  The pavilion is the owner's asset.

   And the old curator is just a migrant worker who has personal feelings for his work. Like the security guard guarding the vault, falling in love with Curry's gold - this is destined to be a heavy and unfruitful love.

   If the "demolition of the pavilion and converted into a hotel" must be regarded as a pot, then at least half of the pot should fall on the back of the former owner who sold the pavilion.

   However, Curator Ochiai's anger was poured out to Boss Manaka with great concentration.

  ...At times like this, you can see how dangerous it is to have a poisonous tongue buff in this world.

  When Jiang Xia was talking, the curator's eyes gradually became like copper bells beside him.

   I don't know if he is angry, or if he is finally sure that Jiang Xia is treating him as a murderer.

   Jiang Xia felt that the atmosphere was almost over, so he took out his phone and shook it towards the curator.

   On the low-pixel screen, the scene of the curator picking up a pen is playing, which is a flaw in the curator's plan.

   Jiang Xia said sternly: "Turn yourself in. Don't take any chances anymore. What you do, the way you think you are concealing, is seen by the people."

   Curator Ochiai stared at the screen on his mobile phone, and the last trace of confidence in his heart gradually disappeared.

  ... It wasn't even an hour before and after. He had been thinking about it for a long time, and had been rehearsing the murder plan for more than a week. !

   Conan, who was eavesdropping on the side, was also shocked.

   When they reasoned, they gave evidence step by step and perfected their logic... But when they arrived in Jiangxia, how could they fast-forward to the finale?

  …Also, is the curator really the murderer?

  Conan reviewed the known conditions, but couldn't think of how Jiang Xia came to this conclusion.

   He originally wanted to ask, but the self-esteem of the young man made it difficult for Conan to speak.

   However, after a little entanglement between self-esteem and curiosity, Conan suddenly realized that now, he is only a first-year child.

  …The elementary school student asked the high school student a question, what happened?

After    figured it out, Conan suddenly became enlightened.

   He walked to Jiang Xia's feet with a clever look on his face: "Well, can I look at your phone?"

  Jiangxia: "…"

  …Kudou-san, why are you suddenly speaking in such a tone of voice.

   Jiang Xia glanced at him inexplicably, pressed replay, and handed over the phone.

   In this phone, there are no shameful people.

   When contacting the winery, Jiang Xia used another mobile phone.

   Black and white.

   Don't worry about Conan's emails popping up on his phone halfway through.

  The video will end soon.

  Conan faced the blackened screen, quickly integrating information in his mind.

After a while, he touched his chin and suddenly realized: "So that's what it is... The note that the police found just now with the words 'Huotian' written on it was written by the curator and placed there. The pen picked up by the deceased is also a piece of paper. A pen that cannot write, so the 'death message' he left behind was actually written by the murderer in advance and used to frame it."

The curator    stared at Conan, and for a moment showed an expression of doubt about life.

  —Jiang Xia is a smart-looking high school student anyway.

but…

  How could even a primary school student easily see through his key plan? !

  His revenge, his art, his subtle layout…

   Is it just a farce of playing a family level?

  Conan returned the phone to Jiang Xia, and was about to say thank you again obediently.

   But suddenly heard a vicissitudes of life, incomparably complicated sigh.

   The two turned their heads in confusion.

   Then he was shocked to find that in just a few seconds, the curator looked ten years older.

   The curator took a deep look at them and shook his head dejectedly: "Thank you for helping me recognize myself."

   Then, under the gaze of two people "?", he walked towards the Mumu Police Department with haggard steps and turned himself in.

   The Mumu Police Department originally thought that from the death information, the murderer must be an employee here, Kuotian.

   Unexpectedly, a curator who ran to surrender suddenly appeared.

   The curator briefly described the murder process, and said that even children could see through this method, and the police would find out sooner or later, so it would be better to be decent and tell it yourself.

   The Mumu Police Department felt guilty for a while, and was too embarrassed to ask more.

   He glanced in the direction where the curator came, and found Jiang Xia and a little boy with glasses standing there.

   So the Mumu Police Department directly excluded elementary school students, and understood the "children" in the mouth of the old curator as Jiangxia.

  I thought to myself, it seems that after Kudo Shinichi, I met another outstanding high school detective.

  …

   Several police officers quickly took the curator away.

  The police also left one after another.

   Jiang Xia looked at the police team and followed the Mumu police department.

   When the other party looked back at him suspiciously, he took the initiative to say, "I'll make a record."

   Mumu Police Department was startled.

   The detectives he had met before, each one of them were relentless in solving the case, rushing fast. But once the record is mentioned, the person is gone.

   Getting used to that way of getting along, and meeting Jiang Xia again at this time... The Mumu Police Department was inexplicably moved.

   Brother Jiangxia is too cooperative.

   Suggest that detectives across the country learn from him!

   Jiang Xia certainly didn’t like taking notes.

   Just now, after collecting evidence at the scene, the body was put into a body bag and sent to the police station.

   In other words, the shikigami with his legs is now in the police station...

  This kind of thing, once the obsession is lifted, it will no longer be clawed at the legs, and it is easy to slip to other places.

   Jiang Xia was really afraid that he would be late and would not be able to find it.

  Just like that, Jiang Xia slipped into the police's overtime team.

   As soon as he walked out of the exhibition hall, a flash of light flashed on his face, and a group of reporters surrounded the door.

  The homicides in this world are very hot.

   Jiang Xia was not very skilled in dealing with the media, as well as a few passers-by who added drama without authorization.

   Ten minutes later, he finally arrived at the police station as he wished.

  While Jiang Xia was taking notes, the ghost baby looked around for a while, then sneakily crawled away from the master, hiding all the way to the morgue.

   Jiang Xia silently glanced at its back, and wanted to remind it that it didn’t need to play so much—even if the ghost baby walked over arrogantly, beating gongs and drums, it wouldn’t be seen by the police.

  ...Alas, maybe it shouldn't have seen so many dramas before.

   (end of this chapter)