Conan’s Corpse Picker

After hearing this, the script writer calmed down and proudly raised his hands, indicating that they could search as they pleased.

The little policeman searched carefully from top to bottom, not missing any seam. However, the harder he searched, the more obvious the smile on the scriptwriter's lips became. The "shaft" that could be used to block the magician was never found.

The script writer looked at the policeman coldly, stood there leisurely, and was about to make a mockery.

But before he spoke, a voice suddenly floated next to him.

Jiang Xia walked around him twice, turned to the police and said, "Look at the ring on his hand. Is it the right size to fit into the lock bolt?"

"?!"

The script writer's fingers trembled and he suddenly wanted to take his hand back.

However, Jiang Xia had already grabbed his wrist, handed it to Inspector Asa, and pointed: "Look, this is it."

"……let me go!!"

The scriptwriter struggled desperately, but he couldn't retract his grasped hand at all. On the contrary, Mao Lilan saw that his movements were becoming more and more violent, and was worried that he would hit someone, so he walked over quickly and helped Jiang Xia hold the person down.

The script writer couldn't move at all: "...% # * @!!"

Inspector Asa looked at the suspect who was subdued in the blink of an eye, and then at the two high school students who cooperated tacitly: "..." Why are you more skilled than the police?

But that's okay, after all, the evidence is not clear yet. If the police attack the suspect directly, it will easily attract criticism, but it is different for the enthusiastic high school students passing by to help.

Thinking of this, Inspector Asa suddenly had an idea in his mind: Detectives are very useful. No wonder detectives and police officers are often seen staying together in Tokyo. If there was a detective like Jiang Xia in the UK...

As soon as the idea came to his mind, he shook his head violently to get rid of this dangerous thought: Don't the police have no face to rely on detectives to solve cases? The London police will never compromise like those Japanese police!

Inspector Asaph: "..." But let's forget it this time.

After all, there have been too many cases recently, and he is really tired. Now he no longer has the energy to compete with the detectives. He just wants to get off work early, rest early, and watch these detectives return to their territory early, and then never see each other again.

"Inspector Asaph?"

Perhaps he was distracted for a long time. Jiang Xia grabbed the script writer's struggling hand and looked over: "Are you okay?"

"What can happen to me!" Inspector Asa felt a little guilty.

He cleared his throat and stopped thinking about those things. Then he followed Jiang Xia's direction, looked down at the ring on the script writer's finger, and hesitated:

"But the ring is curved, but the lock bolt is a straight line... Could it be that when he committed the crime, he straightened the ring first, and then bent it back and put it on his finger after using it? But if so, the ring is not hard enough , the magician should be able to break open the water tank lid."

Jiang Xia shook his head: "The ring has not been bent. A hole has been punched in the latch of the water tank cover, and the length has been carefully designed. And the ring on his hand looks like it can be broken into an 'S' shape." When committing a crime, first open the ring, then put it on and fasten it to form a strong ring that holds the latch."

Inspector Asa suddenly understood and looked at the dexterous police officer on the side: "Go and try it!"

The police officer put on his gloves, took off the ring with the script writer's fearful look on his face, fiddled with it a few times, nodded and reported, "It does work."

Things are finally over!

Inspector Asa perked up and stared at the script writer with sharp eyes: "Mr. Shoji, is there anything else you want to say?"

"...What's wrong with the weird structure of my ring?" The scriptwriter was sweating profusely, but his mouth was still tough. "As a magician, isn't it reasonable to carry one or two magic props with you? Is it just because With such a ring on my body, I will become a murderer? Humph, this is simply ridiculous!"

"Oh, that's so strange!" A child's voice suddenly came from the side.

The script writer turned his head around like a frightened bird.

Looking around, he saw that the little boy with glasses who came with Jiang Xia had reached the screen at some point and was looking up at the video above.

Inspector Asa remembered that this child named "Conan" was being led by Jiang Xia like a serious detective, and couldn't help but wonder what he was doing.

Unexpectedly, if he looked carefully, he would see on the big screen the scene where he was giving artificial respiration to the magician mouth-to-mouth.

When this picture was shown alone, it looked a bit strange. Inspector Asa's forehead jumped and he cursed in his heart: "Don't play with the camera!"

Conan nimbly dodged his attack, grabbed the remote control and walked around Jiang Xia, using the cover of his classmates to press the play button, and then quickly paused.

The scene shifted to the scene where the script writer opened the water tank lid. On the camera, his left hand was resting on the edge of the lid, and you could clearly see that on his middle finger, he was wearing a ring that could be opened and closed at will.

"If you move forward a little further." Jiang Xia pointed to the screen that was playing backwards, "you can see that before approaching the water tank cover, Mr. Scriptwriter's left hand was empty and he was not wearing any ring - because during that time, he The ring is still locked on the water tank cover, blocking the magician’s way of escape.”

After speaking, he turned his head and saw the script writer who was frozen in place. He looked at his legs again and felt that the progress seemed to be a little behind.

So he added: "The lock bolt and your ring are made of different metals. When the magician pushes the water tank cover, he must be very hard driven by the desire to survive. When the water tank cover shakes, the ring and the lock bolt rub against each other. , will definitely leave traces on each other, and it is not difficult to extract the shoe prints you stepped on the water tank cover."

"..."

The scriptwriter finally fell silent.

His knees went weak and he was about to kneel down. At this time, a voice suddenly came from the side.

Conan was a little sad and said with emotion: "If you choose a mediocre steel wire and throw away the 'shaft' used to block the water tank cover after use, then we will have something to investigate. Fortunately You didn't. Not only did you choose a very personal 'shaft', you also carried it with you... It really saved us a lot of trouble."

"..." The scriptwriter's eyes were filled with embarrassment and anger, and a murderous aura slowly floated around his body.

Under the signal from Jiang Xia's eyes, Xiaobai happily waved his hands and floated over, grabbing this extra harvest.

This magic venue brought them many surprises - although there was only one murderer, there were far more than one person with murderous intent.

As soon as the magician died just now, the murderous aura on a group of people loosened. This scene fell into their eyes, just like a farmer facing a large area of ​​heavy ears of rice that were ripe and just waiting to be harvested. The scene of a bumper harvest put the ghosts in a good mood.