Conan’s Corpse Picker

"Pushed down?"

Inspector Asaph's voice came from the side.

He had already listened to Mao Lilan and Dr. A Li explain the situation. Originally he thought he would be a little shocked or surprised, but in fact, no, not at all.

——Police Inspector Asa found that when he saw Jiang Xia at the crime scene, he seemed to have acquiesced to this situation, and had been unconsciously looking at the falling case from the perspective of a criminal case.

Inspector Asaph: "..." Oh, I'm so tired.

How did the police in Tokyo work for so long without dying suddenly? If you go to Tokyo on a business trip next time, you must learn their health regimen.

"Police Inspector, we found it." The young police officer ran over with the fresh information, "The person who fell is called Ogata Masaaki, 37 years old. He entered the country 8 years ago and opened a loan company - his company address happens to be This building next door.”

Jiang Xia came over and took a look at the information: "The time when the onlookers called for an ambulance was 0:23? Did that person call the ambulance as soon as he saw someone falling from the building?"

Inspector Asa nodded: "No more than a minute."

Dr. Ali listened to their conversation and felt something was wrong. He scratched his bald head and said, "But as soon as we got off the taxi, we saw the two people falling from the building. It seemed to be around 0:10. Because when I got off the car, I accidentally glanced at the dial, and the numbers on it were all 0 and 1. Because I am quite familiar with binary, I was deeply impressed by that time."

"You saw him fall from the building around 0:10?" Inspector Asa suspected that the middle-aged man who looked a bit naive had remembered it wrong. "This is nearly 10 minutes different from the time he fell. There is no way that that person I fell downstairs for about 10 minutes!"

Dr. A Li scratched his head in confusion: "Then, did he fall from the building at 0:01? Because I remember that there were only these two numbers on the dial at that time. It couldn't be 0:20 or something like that."

The two bald men looked at each other for a moment, and then Inspector Asa had an idea: "Maybe the watch in your car is broken. It's more than ten minutes slow."

Dr. A Li suddenly realized: "That's it!"

Conan: "..."

He ignored the strange "Dad" next to him and ran over: "I also remember that the time we got off was 0:10, and I happened to remember the license plate number of that car. If you don't believe me, you can contact the driver. Go check it out.”

Inspector Asa glanced at him suspiciously: "Why do you remember the license plate number of the taxi?" If the person in front of him was not a child, he would have suspected that someone was deliberately forging an alibi.

Conan: "We detectives...well, I mean elementary school students like me who aspire to become detectives must always pay attention to training their observation and memory. In addition to license plates, I also remember a lot of other things."

Inspector Asa stared at this little first-year kid and was speechless for a moment: "..." No wonder there are so many detectives in Tokyo, this is really a real start from a baby. Moreover, it is the big detective leading the little detective, which must have been randomly taught by Jiang Xia...

Thinking of Conan's previous performance, Inspector Asa finally believed a little bit: "Give me the license plate number, and I'll have someone check the time."

…

Tens of meters away.

Ireland hid in a nearby dark building, moved his stinging shoulders, and with a somewhat stiff movement, he found a small telescope, placed it in front of his eyes, and observed the crime scene.

Ireland: "..." It's a pity that he didn't do much disguise today. And when he was hit by the person who fell from the building just now, many passers-by noticed him. If he were to get close to the crime scene now, he would definitely be recognized and involved in the case.

It is very dangerous for organization members to interact with the police. What's more, no one knows what kind of backhand Uzo is hiding: maybe he will be designed to be a murderer or something, and he will fall into a trap as soon as he leaves - that bastard is totally capable of such a thing.

Therefore, Ireland had no choice but to keep a distance from which he could escape at any time and observe in secret.

…

The distance is indeed far, but Ireland's observations are not without gain.

Through the circular field of view brought by the telescope, his eyes swayed back and forth at the crime scene. Soon, his eyes were fixed on a high school detective next to the police.

Ireland: "..." Isn't this the detective named Jiang Xia? Why is it him again?

As he was thinking about it, some memories came to mind, and Ireland slowly frowned - if I remember correctly, there was the case of Pisk's assassination of a congressman before, and the case of falling from a building when he was almost hit in Tokyo. There were all these around him. detective.

...Why is Jiang Xia always solving cases related to Wu Zuo?

When they were in Tokyo before, one of the two people was an active detective and the other was an active behind-the-scenes mastermind. It was normal for the two of them to bump into each other.

But now, this is London, and Jiang Xia has appeared at the scene of a case related to Uzo again.

This is no simple coincidence.

Ireland stared at Jiang Xia, his eyes gradually becoming sharper: "..." Maybe this detective will be a new breakthrough?

…

Hui Yuan Ai lingered next to Jiang Xia, always feeling very uncomfortable, but for a moment he couldn't figure out what was going on, and seemed a little anxious.

Jiang Xia touched her hood that was stained with drizzle. When Hui Yuan Ai looked over in confusion, she whispered: "The hat is very nice. Don't take it off tonight."

"?!" Hui Yuan Ai froze, like a frightened rabbit. After a few seconds, she came back to her senses and asked Jiang Xia with a barely audible airflow sound, "Are there any organization members around here?"

Jiang Xia nodded: "Don't worry, he is a generous and good person - but to be on the safe side, you can dye your hair black these days. I remember you brought Dr. Ali's quick-acting hair dye."

Haiyuan Ai held the hem of his clothes and nodded carefully.

Maybe it was because Jiang Xia looked very calm, but she was unknowingly infected, and her intense heartbeat slowed down a little.

But soon, another question mark slowly appeared above Haiyuan Ai's head: "..." A generous and good person... is there really such a person in the organization?

...Could it be an undercover agent infected with the organization's scent?

Speaking of which, why does Jiang Xia always know so much? He, he couldn't really be hooking up with an undercover agent.

Although those who wanted to overthrow the organization were all friendly forces, Haiyuan Ai's heart still twitched silently at the thought of this possibility.

She knew very well that as a member of the organization, being involved with an undercover agent would undoubtedly be accompanied by great dangers.

For example, her sister, Miyano Akemi—she was the one who was attracted by Shuichi Akai, the FBI ace, and fell in love with him, and accidentally became the person who helped him infiltrate the organization. In the end, Shuichi Akai's undercover identity was exposed and he evacuated in time, but his sister was brutally killed by the organization.