Conan’s Corpse Picker

Hattori Heiji carefully walked into the door and knelt down to investigate. After a moment, he shook his head regretfully: "He has been dead for a while."

Jiang Xia stopped the others at the door to prevent them from damaging the scene.

At the same time, he looked down and saw Conan lying on the floor, looking at something intently.

Sensing the gaze from Jiang Xia, Conan froze slightly.

After struggling for a moment, he felt that a mature detective should not hide clues in the face of a murder case, so he sighed and whispered: "There are some parallel thin blood streaks on the ground. It should be that the blood stains were wiped hastily with some kind of fabric. Mark of."

"...Fabric." Jiang Xia recalled the scene she just saw and pointed to the corner by the door, "Is that the one?"

Conan followed his direction and found a bloody rag: "!"

Hattori Heiji also quickly walked back from the house, glanced at the bunch of suspects behind him, and whispered: "They were killed probably forty to fifty minutes ago. In addition, there were some traces of blood in the pool of blood under the deceased. Some strange small particles... they have been soaked for too long, so I can’t tell what they are, maybe they are garbage on the ground?”

…

These clues alone don't seem to be complete enough.

As the two young detectives watched with fear, the answering machine suddenly blurred the truth in their faces without even saying a word.

Jiang Xia noticed two very strong gazes and felt a little strange being stared at by them. He randomly found a topic: "Let's ask the others about their actions just now."

"Okay, okay." Conan and Hattori Heiji turned their heads away.

…

When they returned to the restaurant, everyone else had arrived and sat at several tables separately, silently digesting the news of "the sudden tragic death of the leader of the clan."

As soon as Jiang Xia sat down, she suddenly felt something on the stool.

He looked down and saw a bloody handkerchief falling at his feet. The handkerchief was exquisitely made, but there was a piece missing in one corner, and there was a piece of crooked embroidery in the other corner. It didn't look like a handicraft, but more like it was sewn by an amateur.

Jiang Xia: "..."

Why under his stool?

Framed?

He thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and picked up the bloody handkerchief.

The moment he straightened up, Ichiro Komoto saw the scene here, pointed at him and screamed "Ah!":

"Why is there so much blood on this handkerchief? Have you been to my grandpa's room?!"

The others were startled and turned to look over, their eyes falling on Jiang Xia's hand.

However, the imagined accusations such as "So you are the murderer!" did not appear.

On the contrary, Xiao Benxiajiang suddenly stood up and rushed over.

She took Jiang Xia's hand and carefully looked at the embroidery on the handkerchief. Her face suddenly turned pale: "...I sewed this for Xiao Wu before."

Her fiancé, Takehiko Aishiro, was stunned when he heard this.

After a moment, he touched his pocket in confusion, but found nothing. His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Jiang Xia without the ability to think: "...You took it away?!"

Jiang Xia didn't seem to be very good at lying, and he defended himself: "I didn't kill anyone."

…

In the crowd, a pair of eyes silently stared at this scene, with hidden excitement in their eyes, showing a little smile of "the plan succeeded".

——Jiang Xia is such a terrifying detective. If he is allowed to move freely, bad things may happen.

But as it is now, things are much easier to handle - after all, there are still many people from the Yu family on the ship, and Jiang Xia is just an outsider. Moreover, the family members are all afraid of death. As long as they have the slightest suspicion of Jiang Xia, they can restrict Jiang Xia's actions and prevent him from successfully investigating the case.

I was thinking secretly.

At this time, the next table.

Jiang Xia doesn't seem to like the feeling of being suspected. He sighed, pulled out his chair and stood up: "Although I don't know why the handkerchief is with me...but since there is suspicion, I'd better avoid suspicion this time."

He was about to leave.

However, at this time, Ichiro Emoto's biological mother, Mariko Emoto, suddenly sneered.

She looked at Takehiko Aishiro and said in a strange tone:

"How could an outsider from Jiangxia deliberately murder people? If you ask me, the murderer who killed dad must be you!

"I just passed by dad's room and heard you arguing with him - your surname is not 'Nishimura' at all, but 'Cai Cheng'. You are the son of 'Cai Cheng Yongfu', right?"