Conan’s Corpse Picker

As Conan spoke, he frowned: "After that, the passerby didn't freeze in place, nor did he come to me or ask the person who fell to argue. Instead, before the crowd gathered, he quickly turned around and walked around the corner from the other side. Escaped everywhere.”

Jiang Xia came back to her senses and quickly grasped the key point of her words.

He also frowned like Conan, his eyes filled with a bit of thinking, a bit of suspicion, a bit of memories, and of course, a little bit of the confidence of a famous detective as a finishing touch.

Soon, the fake detective expressed what Conan was thinking: "This person's behavior is very similar to the victimized passers-by in the previous two falling incidents - but this kind of escape reaction is actually very abnormal, almost like some The wanted criminal did not dare to call the police after being victimized, so he could only swallow the bitter pill silently."

Conan nodded in relief. The other person could understand his thoughts without spending much time on words. He felt as happy as meeting a confidant. He turned to look at the group of onlookers in front of him, and pointed at a tall man with a frightened face who was walking around the scene:

"Although I have never been hit by someone who fell from a building, no matter how you look at it, when a normal passerby is almost involved in an incident, he should have reacted like this."

Jiang Xia followed Conan's direction and looked over: "Who is this person...?"

Conan: "When the person who fell from the building fell just now, he was directly underneath. If my ball hadn't hit the person who fell from the building, he would have died on the spot together with the person who fell from the building."

Having said this, he stared at the innocent passerby and suddenly fell silent: "..." Why does this big brother who was almost hit have black hair and eyes and is an Asian in London? And just now he seemed to have heard this person saying "It scared me to death" in Japanese, with a vague Tokyo accent, so to be precise, this turned out to be another Tokyoite.

…What’s going on with the Tokyoites in London lately?

Jiang Xia also took a second look at the passerby who survived the disaster, and then asked about another thing: "By the way, the passerby who escaped, did you see his face clearly?"

Conan carefully recalled the scene at that time and shook his head regretfully: "My attention was mainly on the person who fell from the building, and the person was wearing a pair of wide sunglasses, so I couldn't see his face clearly. It's just that I remember his The figure is very tall, consistent with the description of previous witnesses, but..."

Conan paused for a moment: "But this time, the passerby who escaped had hair that was not blond, but dark brown that was not that eye-catching."

Jiang Xia seemed to have some idea about this: "Today's sunshine is not too dazzling. Since he is wearing sunglasses on his face, it means that he may be using those sunglasses to disguise. Since it is a disguise, then add a wig or dye his hair Another color would make sense.”

"It's too suspicious." No matter how much he thought about it, Conan felt that the passerby was a huge problem. He replayed the blurry image he had just seen over and over in his mind, and suddenly discovered another problem.

"That's right! When the man left quickly, his movements were a little awkward, as if he didn't want to disturb his injuries." As he spoke, Conan took two steps, imitating Ireland's movements at that time.

Two seconds later, he held his shoulder and suddenly realized: "That person's shoulder was injured! Do you remember that the onlookers who witnessed the fall scene last night once said that the person who was unfortunately hit was Hurt your shoulder!”

Jiang Xia nodded and said what Conan was also thinking: "The person who escaped today is the passerby who was hit once yesterday... He may even have been almost hit when he was in Tokyo. That person."

"That's right!" Conan came to this conclusion firmly, feeling that he had grasped the corner of a conspiracy. "That tall passerby in black is a big problem!"

But after a moment, his expression gradually turned doubtful: there must be some kind of conspiracy hidden in this matter, but...

Conan scratched his head: "Whose plot is to keep himself being hit by people who fall from the building?"

He was confused for a moment, and soon straightened out the cause and effect: "Could it be that someone wanted to hit the tall man in black to death, and the identity of the tall man in black was hidden, so even if he was hit, he could only Frustrated and ran away before the police arrived?"

No matter how you look at it, this is the most reasonable speculation.

Conan: "..." But can anyone really do such a miraculous thing as "using a falling building to hit someone accurately"?

At least in the previous two cases, he failed to find any clues related to this conspiracy. It was as if everything was really just a coincidence, the case happened naturally, and the tall man in black got involved just because he was unlucky.

But to be honest, this is already the third time, and there is not a long interval between them. It is almost like a death movie that sticks to the same theme.

etc!

Conan suddenly felt that he had caught something. Several keywords collided in his mind one after another, and the next word that might be related to the case was derived: movie...actor...stage...

……stage? !

Conan: "..." Could this matter be related to "the adult" behind the woman in black who gave him his passport? ! Is this another stage carefully arranged by that person?

Thinking of the mysterious figure hidden in the darkness, Conan couldn't help but clenched his fists: "..." Judging from Subaru Okiya's reaction after he mentioned "stage" in the magic venue, regarding this matter Mr. Okiya must know a lot of inside information.

It's a pity that I couldn't pry anything out of the graduate student's mouth - this person's mouth was too tight.

Conan: "..." Speaking of which, as another core of the "stage", is Mr. Okiya still alive?

With all kinds of information converging, Conan just felt like his mind was in a mess - he could feel that this series of things seemed very important, but the clues in his hands were extremely fragmented, and even these limited clues were all lingering. A black mist full of malice. He seems to be very close to "that adult" hiding behind the scenes, but in fact he doesn't understand him at all.

"Don't be anxious." Conan comforted himself in his heart. "After all, there is no point in being anxious. Calm down. No matter how terrible the enemy is, there will definitely be a way to deal with it... In short, start with what you can do in front of you, such as..."

He raised his head and looked sharply at the fresh crime scene in front of him.

——Perhaps he can catch clues about "that adult" in this case.

On a level that Conan cannot see.

Jiang Xia, who had already stood up straight and was taller than Conan, looked down at him. From the changing expressions of this mini detective, she was interested in guessing his thoughts at this time.