Conan’s Corpse Picker

Jiang Xia was really thinking about something: "Did the female classmate they said disfigured herself and then jumped off the building really commit suicide?"

People who commit suicide are not obsessed enough with the matter of survival. It is difficult to have a shikigami, let alone a ghost fetus. Therefore, psychics have always condemned this kind of behavior.

Conan didn't know why he was suddenly obsessed with this: "Judging from what they said, there were many members of the drama club who went to visit Tsukishima Fuyuko. So many people with different positions and unfamiliar with each other witnessed the same scene. They didn't need to Lie. And the place where she jumped was the hospital where Tsukishima Fuyuko had been staying for a long time. If the body was faked, it would be revealed immediately."

Jiang Xia clicked her tongue: "That's right."

...but he still felt that there was a ghost on the island.

Thinking this, Jiang Xia turned her head and looked at the ghosts floating next to her. He had already sent ghosts out to look for it before, but unfortunately found nothing.

At this time, the two sides looked at each other. Facing the psychic who wanted to pick up new ghosts, the ghosts all showed helpless and innocent looks.

Jiang Xia: "..."

…

the other side.

Taro Inozuka sneaked into the theater in the dark, shook the water off his raincoat, and walked in.

The theater fell into dead silence. After someone died here, the students never came in again. Inozuka Taro turned on the flashlight with confidence, first scanned the bodies on the stage, and then started to look up at the ceiling.

"From this angle, I can't see clearly what can be loosened and what cannot be loosened..." Inozuka Taro muttered to himself. After thinking for a moment, he walked to the prop room next door, intending to study the lift switch. If you still find nothing, get a ladder and climb up to the rafters to take a look.

Pushing open the door to the props room, the flashlight swept across the dark room, and the aperture quickly stopped on the cabinet opposite.

Inozuka Taro looked up and saw an old player there. A tape stretched out and fell to the ground. The scene was slightly messy.

"Huh?" Inozuka Taro scratched his head. After a moment, he suddenly became alert: he remembered that after the first day of rehearsal, the group of students packed up the place before leaving. Now it has turned out like this... Could someone else have been here after that?

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a vague figure behind the table.

Inozuka Taro was startled: "..." Could it be the serial murderer who killed two people in a row?

This thought flashed through his eyes, and he was not surprised but delighted: kill the murderer and throw his body into the sea, and then kill Jiang Xia immediately, which will create the illusion that the two of them died together. In this way, when the police investigate afterwards, it will not easily affect other people on the island, and they can easily get away with it... Wonderful, wonderful!

Inozuka Taro flexed his fingers, picked up the stick he had taken from the tool room, and walked over with a grin.

Just as he was taking steps, a set of footsteps followed his footsteps and quietly turned out from behind the door, came behind him... and then hit him with a sap.

Sneak attacks from behind are always hard to guard against. What's more, it was stormy outside the window, and Inozuka Taro's attention was still focused on the "person" behind the table.

The stick was beaten firmly, and the organization member fell down without saying a word, full of talents that he had not had time to display.

The flashlight fell out, bounced a few times, and hit the edge of the table. The light illuminated the hidden "figure" - it was not a person, just a coat deliberately placed on the edge of the table.

…

The night is already dark.

Maya Hashimoto was always uneasy for some reason. He yawned and came to the table, picked up the water and took a sip, while casually looking out.

Then the water glass clattered to the ground.

——The moon was dark and the wind was high, and a dark shadow hurried past carrying a tall man on his back. No matter how you look at it, the guy who was carried away looked very much like the caretaker who had been with him day and night for some time.

Although Inozuka Taro had vaguely glimpsed this scene when he was planning to kill Jiang Xia, when he actually saw it, Hashimoto Maya couldn't help but stopped breathing: "..." Finally, has it finally begun?

…

Due to the sudden appearance of a hanged body in the morning, the students did not rehearse all day today.

People tend to get tired less easily if they exercise less. Suzuki Sonoko found a deck of playing cards from nowhere and asked them to play cards.

After playing until late at night, I finally felt sleepy. Just as he was getting ready to go to bed, he heard a faint scream of terror coming from a nearby house.

——It seemed to be the voice of Toda Takawako.

"!" Conan stood up abruptly.

Jiang Xia was also inspired like a detective, put down his cards and ran out.

I came to Toda Kikako's door and knocked on the door. After a while, Matsuzaki Masahiko ran over and opened the door.

Seeing Jiang Xia, he seemed to see a life-saving straw: "Bathroom, bathroom...!!"

Jiang Xia originally wanted to wait patiently for him to finish, but remembering the scream just now and looking at Conan who had already rushed over, she finally walked around him and walked over.

Stopping at the door of the bathroom, looking inside, he saw Toda Takawako sitting in the corner in her pajamas, trembling and staring at the ceiling.

Seeing Jiang Xia coming over, she didn't care about anything else. She raised her finger and pointed at the corner of the bathroom ceiling, her voice trembling: "There..."

Jiang Xia raised her head following her direction and saw that water was leaking there, and the entire corner of the wall was soaked.

The location corresponding to this ceiling happens to be the bathtub upstairs. It looks like the bath water upstairs is leaking.

Originally this was not a scary thing, but...

Jiang Xia thought about the distribution of everyone's rooms: "There seems to be no one living upstairs."

so……

Could it be that the murderer is hiding upstairs taking a shower?

Matsuzaki Masahiko came over.

With the detective here, he finally looked more calm than before. The male college student forced a smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere and restore his frightened image: "This murderer is quite tidy."

As soon as he finished speaking, something darker appeared behind the water stain.

It was glowing red and stood out against the pale ceiling - like a piece of blood diluted by water.

"..."

Toda Kiwako, who had just calmed down, held her head and suddenly let out a painful scream: "Ah——!!!"

…

upstairs.

In desperation, it seemed that there was no time to look for the islanders. Jiang Xia went up the stairs and kicked the door open before Conan could take out the wire to pry it open.

Conan: "..."

The weak and helpless primary school student silently put away the door-opening tool, followed the door-opening tool and ran into the house, heading straight to the bathroom.

When they reached the door, the two of them stopped at the same time.

The bathroom floor was covered with water, the faucet was running and filling the bathtub.

In a pool of blood, there was a dead person - the fat island watcher floating quietly on the water, like an unlucky specimen. The blood flowing from his body dyed the pool water red. As he floated, the blood continued to overflow from the edge of the bathtub and drip onto the ground.