Conan’s Corpse Picker

A group of people in the restaurant also followed Jiang Xia's gaze and looked at Maya Hashimoto.

Maya Hashimoto: "..."

Although he knew Jiang Xia had good intentions, he didn't want to take credit. But being forced to bathe in the public eye, members of this organization that should have implemented the principle of "hiddenness" couldn't help but become a little richer in their ice tea.

Fortunately, in the eyes of a serious detective, the most important thing is to solve the case.

After a while, Jiang Xia finally remembered the business and turned around to ask Fuwa Narumi: "You knew he was a drug dealer, but you didn't arrest him?"

"There is no evidence." Fuwa Narumi sighed and put out the cigarette casually:

"That guy was too cunning. No matter how we followed it, we couldn't catch him at the transaction site. We only found some of his suspected clients - the dead female group leader and the scriptwriter. And it didn't take long to get this clue. 'Red-bearded Santa Claus' died in his room."

"That's it." Jiang Xia, "In other words, the drug dealer was probably silenced by the two of them, and now, those two people were avenged by the dead drug dealer - of course, the dead cannot avenge themselves, So the murderer who signed the name 'Red Beard Santa Claus' in blood should be someone related to the real 'Red Beard Santa Claus'."

Bupo Policeman shrugged: "Maybe, but unfortunately I don't know who that person is yet. Hum, I will definitely find him out."

After he left, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but whispered to Jiang Xia: "She is asking you for help in a roundabout way. She was severely beaten by her when we first arrived - wouldn't it be better if we realized how powerful the detective is earlier? That’s it.”

Jiang Xia nodded: "It's not too late now, her clues may be very useful."

…

There was no drama performance today and the whole day was peaceful.

It's just that the troupe is missing two leaders, and the remaining actors are less motivated. They are obviously hesitant to continue to complete the play.

The final result was that, for the whole day, the actors were in the lounge arranging props and flipping through the scripts one by one - like a group of leaders who did not want to work after the sudden death, but felt that it was not appropriate to just throw away their picks. Fish monster.

A trio of temporary workers were also called to help, and they fished for the entire day.

…

"What a quiet day." Jiang Xia stretched out in the room, looked at the snow-covered yard, and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, I have been busy with the theater troupe and haven't taken a photo with Saburo Inozuka yet. I don't know if he will have better luck than his eldest and second brothers and survive until the end of the case."

The ghosts are also thinking about this issue, and have already placed their bets behind the psychic master's back. Wisps of murderous intent are being pushed onto the betting board, and are being carefully kept by Miss Spider at this time.

Hearing Jiang Xia talk about this, they all turned their heads and looked over, obviously very interested in it.

Jiang Xia thought about it and thought it was best not to take the risk: this is already the last child of the Inozuka family. And coincidentally, there is only one word different from the name of the vodka "Uozuka Saburo", which is a rare thing - whether he can survive or not is his own destiny, but he has to take a commemorative photo before anything happens.

"But I haven't had the habit of taking photos with others before. If I suddenly take a photo with him at this time, if he suddenly dies or has an accident later, will I become very suspicious?" Jiang Xia thought carefully.

Then he quickly made a decision: "Anyway, it's just for Vodka and Gin. It doesn't matter if I don't appear in the photo. Let's wear the vest of 'Kurosawa Zo'. It just so happens that Gin's real name is Kurosawa, so it's okay to shoot Kurosawa Zo and Pig." Tsuka Saburo’s photo was sent to Kurosawa Jin and Uozuka Saburo, it’s very memorable when you think about it.”

So Matsuda Jinpei was quickly picked up by him, thrown into the clay, and began to pile up puppets.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

It wanted to say it many times. The name Kurosawa Zuo didn't sound very nice, but...well, forget it, it was just a vest used to make a living, so the psychic could call him whatever he wanted.

…

In the evening, when the work was finally over, a group of people returned to their rooms in twos and threes.

Although for the three temporary workers, in theory, it is safest for the three of them to always work together.

But in actual practice, if three strong men sneak around and stick together wherever they go, not only will this easily attract a lot of attention, but they themselves will always feel weird and their self-esteem will be ruined.

Therefore, at some apparently safe times and places, the actions of the three people were not so extreme.

Taking advantage of the bustle of people outside and the possibility of a murder, the three of them played guessing games.

Then the other two people went upstairs, and Saburo Inozuka, who lost, went to the front desk to ask for a room card.

This hotel uses electronic magnetic cards. For safety reasons, the card will be reset every midnight. The magnetic card from the previous day will lose its effect and cannot be used. So they used to go to the front desk before going to bed and collect the card for the next day.

After receiving the card, Saburo Inozuka turned around and planned to go back to his room.

When he reached the corner of the second and third floors, all his companions had finished walking. He was about to speed up his pace through this dangerous no-man's land, but at this moment, someone walked down the road.

The man was wearing a black suit, sunglasses, and had fluffy curly hair. Seeing him, the man in black nodded towards him and said casually: "Are you Saburo Inozuka? You worked so hard to bring Toriyama here."

"Ah, it's okay, you're welcome." Saburo Inozuka's mind was still confused, and he already responded instinctively.

After finishing speaking, he slowly digested the short sentence just now. He raised his head and his mind exploded: Bird pill? ! What bird pill, which bird pill? ...Could it be the woman whom he failed to silence but almost got her head shot by the other party? Is she the woman whom Maya Hashimoto firmly considers to be "that thing" for some reason? !

A series of thoughts flashed through, and Saburo Inozuka's brain was overloaded. The first clear thought that popped up was: Haha, he just said Naoko Toriyama couldn't be "that thing"! Otherwise, why would it be sent around like cargo? It’s such an obvious fact, but I don’t know why Maya Hashimoto refuses to believe it.

Immediately afterwards, a deeper thought hit him again: So on the other hand, who can be the person who can say such a thing now?

For a moment, Saburo Inozuka wanted to poke his eyes out: "I, I, I... I didn't see anything! Nothing happened tonight. I don't know you. Don't worry, I understand the rules!"

The man in black laughed and said, "You don't have to be so formal. I'm just an ordinary citizen. I just came to see you because I think you are a good match and I want to take a photo with you - you probably won't mind."

The words he said were polite, but Saburo Inozuka didn't hear the slightest possibility of refusing.

He raised his head and found that the man in black actually raised a mobile phone: "Here, look at the camera."