Conan’s Corpse Picker

Conan: "!"

He was trying to put on his usual childlike smile, but the blond didn't seem to be here for him.

The woman looked at Jiang Xia and suddenly said: "I heard from several staff members that you are a very powerful detective - what do you think of what happened here?"

Conan: "...?"

He looked at the blond woman, and then looked at Jiang Xia in surprise: "..." Is it also popular in the UK to let detectives help the police solve cases?

That's right, after all, this is the birthplace of Sherlock Holmes stories, so maybe they really have this tradition. But I really didn’t expect that Jiang Xia’s face could be painted in the UK. This is really...

How wonderful!

Jiang Xia didn't expect things to go so smoothly. He looked at the female police officer and felt a little confused. However, this did not stop him from pushing the progress bar forward: "There was a large pinhole on the back of the deceased's neck. It looked very deep. He The cause of death was probably suffocation caused by cervical spine injury, and the murder weapon was something similar to a thick steel needle."

"Steel needle?"

"Well, for example, metal sweater needles..." After a pause, Jiang Xia felt that this example was a bit strange - it was because Miss Spider was very interested in knitting sweaters recently, and she knitted clothes with her spider legs in front of him every day.

He cleared his throat nonchalantly: "Well, I mean, like an ice pick. Of course, it could also be any other sharp metal object.

"In addition, there were no traces of resistance on the deceased's clothes or inside the bathroom, which shows that the deceased lost consciousness first and then was killed, and it is very likely that an acquaintance committed the crime.

While listening to his voice carefully, the blonde woman took out a pair of shoe covers and gloves from somewhere, put them on, and walked into the bathroom.

She looked around for a moment, then raised her hand and pulled under the sink, pulling out a drawer for discarding trash.

In the drawer, an empty glass bottle was stuffed there, and underneath it lay a wet-stained handkerchief.

——It seems that someone used this thing to stun the deceased before committing murder. Everything is consistent with Jiang Xia's speculation.

The blonde woman did not pick up the physical evidence, but simply took a picture with her camera, then moved closer to them and observed them carefully.

Soon, she nodded: "Is there more?"

"I haven't taken a closer look yet," Jiang Xia said modestly, "We high school detectives don't always like to destroy the scene. So I just went in for a while and then came out again."

The blonde woman turned her back to him and smiled lightly. As the smile appeared, soft shallow lines appeared on that well-maintained face.

When he turned around, that hard-earned smile had disappeared.

The blond woman looked at Inspector Asa who was blocking Jiang Xia and Conan at the door: "Since he is a famous detective, why not let us see the strength of Tokyo detectives - you don't often encounter murder cases recently, right? With help, it’s less likely to make mistakes.”

"..."

Inspector Asaph was a little surprised, but he could only get out of the way obediently, and then watched the two children approaching who were whispering loudly.

He took the camera from the blond woman and handed it to Jiang Xia: "Then you can take pictures. I'll just bring an assistant."

Then he handed Conan to the stewardess: "Look at this child, death is too heavy for him. He should not be present at the scene."

Conan: "???"

...let me in! !

…

Ignoring the resentful eyes of the first grader, the two adults were busy in the bathroom.

After a while, Jiang Xia looked down at the camera photos.

Officer Asa glanced at the detective, who was younger than his son, with a little test in mind: "Did you find anything?"

Jiang Xia originally just wanted to come in and punch in, get all the evidence and get off work directly.

But he didn't expect that because the police had too few manpower, he would have to work part-time.

Jiang Xia: "..." At this time, I really miss the policemen of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department who take care of everything.

Forced to work overtime, he was a little perfunctory when it came to answering, casually saying as if reciting the answer:

"There was blood splattered on the wall behind him, but not on the corresponding part of his body.

“In addition to the pinhole on the back of the head, there is also a strange-shaped scratch on the lower left side of the neck.

"In addition, the lining of the left pocket of his trousers was turned outside, and the fabric had signs of moisture. But his left hand was not wet - although one or two hours was enough for the water on his hands to dry, but similarly, there was no moisture on his sleeves. The corresponding wet marks indicate that someone had touched his left pocket after his death."

Inspector Asaph: "..."

...I originally wanted to wait for the young man to finish speaking and then add something elegantly.

It turned out that this guy actually talked more than him.

He couldn't think of anything else to add for the moment, so he could only nod his head as if nothing had happened: "Okay, we've almost seen the scene. I'm afraid we have to look for the next clues from other places. Let's find the witnesses first."

The two people left the bathroom.

Inspector Asa was about to say something to the stewardess.

But at this time, the primary school student he stopped appeared in front of him and said quietly: "Uncle is looking for witnesses and suspects, right? We have already found them - there are three suspects in total, because I heard from the flight attendant sister on duty that apart from the victim, only three people had been near the toilet just now."

Jiang Xia nodded and looked at the flight attendant: "Please find those people."

Inspector Asa, who lost his dominant position at some point: "...?"

…

Facts have proved that some things are indeed universal.

For example, whether you are solving a case on the territory of the Tokyo police or the territory of the British police, the steps seem to be the same.

The flight attendant on duty went around among the passengers and quickly brought back three suspects.

Among the three people, there was a strange British man.

The other two were Japanese photographers - the deceased and his friends. A total of four people went on a trip, and the two suspects who had been to the toilet in front of them happened to be his companions.

There were four photographers in total, one was missing and two were asked away by the stewardess. So the only remaining photographer who was not suspected and had been sleeping soundly since getting on the plane also followed him in confusion, curious about what was going on here. What happened.

…

"What's going on? It's so mysterious." The long-haired woman looked at the people gathered at the door of the toilet suspiciously. After a moment, she suddenly guessed something, "Could it be that the emergency patient you are talking about is Da Ying? But... But I remember he has no underlying diseases!"

When the short-haired woman heard this, she was startled and quickly came to the door of the toilet. She looked inside and found her boyfriend slumped on the toilet seat like mud. She was shocked and said, "He Yang?! What's wrong with you!"