Conan’s Corpse Picker

Gin listened to Nonaka Tomomi's defense and sneered, temporarily resisting the urge to shoot her and the tape recorder.

He weighed the tape recorder in his hand, threw it into the woman's arms, and barely used some of the patience he usually had when dealing with Uzo's troubles: "Don't let it happen again."

Nonaka Tomomi nodded slowly, hugged the tape recorder and ran quickly.

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

Gin noticed her prying eyes, and instinctively wanted to touch the gun. However, after repeating several times in his mind, "I must endure the humiliation and bear the burden to pass the game, break away from Anonymous' control, and report the situation to the superiors," he finally calmed down.

At the same time, he also noticed Nonaka Tomomi's doubts and snorted disdainfully in his heart: People who wear recording equipment tend to concentrate differently from ordinary people when listening to important conversations. Unless the person involved is clearly aware of this and deliberately controls it, it will be very obvious what he is carrying.

But there is nothing to talk about with a bunch of idiots, Gin saw off the guests impatiently.

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

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

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

Thinking of this, Gin couldn't help but glance at the door again: "..." When the group of people left just now, each of them should have been given a tracking device and a bug... Unfortunately, he didn't have one on him.

Gin: "..." Without the channels of the 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 items are you going to pick up?

…

"So you are going to Tokyo now?"

Belmode found a hat and covered his conspicuous golden hair. Then she looked left and right at her beautiful face in the mirror and sighed.

——Belmode originally wanted to show off her skills and let Jiang Xia experience the beauty of the "disguise" skill. After leaving the game, he often came to her to try to disguise herself.

But she didn't expect that here, the substitute materials she found couldn't be used at all, and the effect of the paste was difficult to see directly. Now let alone "admire", Jiang Xia had washed her face several times, and even looked at her with a hint of disgust.

Belmod: "..." There is no problem with her disguise skills, it's obviously Anonymous' fault...

As she thought about it, the murderous aura in her body couldn't help but become a little more intense.

…

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

Not long after, Belmode noticed that Jiang Xia became friendly again and sat next to her again.

"Call Omura first and try to contact him." Jiang Xia said, "Omura is not among the people gathered at Gin, so now his impression of me is that he is a 'murderer on the run'. Go directly to the door and ask , he may not say it, but calling him pretending to be a police officer should be able to deceive more real information and save the time of explanation."

After a pause, he added: "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 things will not end so easily. After all, if you find the original manuscript, you can If we find the person among the guests who was exposed by Ju Wuliu, there will probably be other incidents later."

Of course, the more changes, the better. It is best to deduct these three bottles of real wine in the game for a reasonable period of time...

…

Regardless of efficiency, it's clear what to do next.

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

"It's not like he's dead."

Jiang Xia returned to the car from the public phone booth, opened the passenger door and got in. He sighed: "Generally speaking, such a key witness should not live long."

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

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

After that, he came back to his senses, started the car, and laughed: "Looking at the bright side, it may be that 'Omura' is not at home. After all, he is a busy president... In short, let's go to Tokyo first and continue to drive. Just call and ask, maybe the call will be answered suddenly at any time."

Speaking of this, she touched her pocket and found it was empty. She couldn't help but mutter: "It's really inconvenient not to have the Internet. 'Tachibana Goryu was murdered by a high school detective' is explosive news, and it is related to this case. If the witness 'Omura' also died suddenly, there would be news about him on the Internet immediately. Unfortunately, now, we can only check the news from newspapers. This car is not equipped with a radio..."

"Ancient times also have the fun of ancient times." Jiang Xia, a young man, has adapted well to the "no mobile phone" situation 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. Give him a call next time.”

Belmod nodded, and the two quickly headed for Tokyo.

…

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

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

"Hello? Hello, I'm Omura."

A middle-aged man's voice came from the receiver.

Jiang Xia suspiciously distinguished it and found that the voice was indeed the same as that of a person named "Omura" who had appeared at the banquet - it seemed that Omura himself had received the call alive.

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

"Hello, I am Noda from the 1st Investigation Section of the Metropolitan Police Department - I have some questions about the Tachibana Goryana case. Are you free now?"

"Still have questions?" President Omura asked doubtfully, "When I took the notes, I should have told you everything I knew. I really have little to do with this case, and there are no more clues."

Jiang Xia patiently deceived: "That's it. Just now, there was a breakthrough in the case - we cracked the code that Mr. Tachibana left at the banquet before his death. What the deceased wanted to express at that time should be 'ask Omura' '."