Conan’s Corpse Picker

Not long after, Maya Hashimoto came back with the maid.

Takamori Masumi no longer had to hide her fear at this time, it just blended in with the current weird atmosphere. She took out the key and quickly opened the door to this side of the mask hall.

Jiang Xia pushed the door open and walked in. He lit his flashlight and looked around. He suddenly paused - the curtains on the wall that were supposed to be closed were wide open, but all the 200 pale masks inside were missing.

Mao Lilan was so frightened that she almost crushed the corner of the cabinet: "Did they really go out to suck blood?"

The next moment, as if in response to her words, a scream rang out in the distance across several walls.

"It seems to be the sound coming from the third floor." Jiang Xia thought for a while, "That must be Mrs. Su Fang's bedroom."

Everyone then wanted to go to the third floor, but as soon as they turned to the door, they were stopped.

Takamori Masumi explained: "Only the stairs on the west side can lead to Mrs. Su Fang's bedroom. We also have stairs here, but they are blocked."

Jiang Xia looked at her.

Takamori Masumi was as excited as if he had experienced an electric shock, his mind was spinning a little faster, and he said in a dog-legged way: "I'll call my sister and ask her to open the door on that side!"

Everyone was in chaos, waking up another person who lived here.

The rock singer's room was far away from them. He heard the movement and came over: "It's late at night, why don't you turn on the lights?"

However, no one had time to pay attention to him at this time. The door on the other side of the mask hall was quickly opened by Toriyama Naoko. Jiang Xia walked out and saw that someone was also awake here. The photographer wondered: "Why is there such a big fuss? Movement, what happened?"

Jiang Xia: "There seemed to be screams from Mrs. Su Fang's side just now. Let's go up and have a look first."

Takamori Masumi also heard it, but she still pretended to be woken up by the phone just now. When she heard Jiang Xia was going upstairs, she walked out to lead the way.

The group of people ran along the steps to the third floor and stopped at the door of the owner's bedroom.

Jiang Xia knocked on the door: "Mrs. Su Fang?"

The fortune teller, baseball player, and photographer all lived on this side. At this time, everyone was awake, and Xun Sheng gathered around. The fortune teller turned on the light switch in the corridor behind.

The light suddenly turned white and illuminated everything brightly. Jiang Xia raised her head and saw a transom window on the top of the heavy door. She pulled a stool, knocked on the window with reflective film, and looked into the bedroom.

The flashlight shone in and illuminated a legendary scene - Mrs. Su Fang was lying on the bed, her eyes wide open, a large amount of blood gushing out of her throat, and the head of the bed was stained red with her blood.

And around her, there were countless pale smiling masks scattered around. Densely packed white smiling faces lay on her body, with blood at the corners of her mouth, as if they swarmed onto the bed together and bit Mrs. Su Fang to death.

Although the person looked dead, from such a distance, as a detective with the Holy Light, it was difficult to make a direct conclusion.

"Mrs. Su Fang seems to be injured and needs first aid as soon as possible." The door in front of her was also specially made and was not easy to open, so Jiang Xia took a brief look at the bedroom.

The bedroom is a normal square shape. There is a narrow window that has been sealed on the wall directly opposite Jiang Xia, and there is an iron door on the right side.

Jiang Xia turned around and asked the two maids: "How to get to the door over there?"

Torimaru Naoko was startled, and quickly remembered the layout of the bedroom. She shook her head: "That door has been sealed for many years and cannot be used."

Conan found a way out: "I'll go in through the transom and have a look!"

The overhead transom is very narrow for adults, but just right for first graders.

Jiang Xia knocked off the broken glass stuck around and successfully sent the tool man in.

Conan was wearing shoes and his feet were not pricked by the glass scattered on the ground.

After landing smoothly, he immediately turned back to look at the door lock, and then broadcast in real time in surprise: "This door has two locks!"

In addition to the normal built-in door lock, there is actually a padlock hanging inside. The door is locked from both technical and physical aspects - no matter how good a locksmith is, it will be difficult to open this difficult door without a chainsaw.

Conan's detective instinct kicked in: "It seems like the murderer didn't come in or out from here."

Maya Hashimoto heard this with sharp ears outside and smiled silently: "..." Hehe, he is a little kid who can't hide something. He is still standing at the door, and he dares to be sure that Mrs. Su Fang is dead - said Did you spill the beans?

Next to him, Toriyama Naoko glanced at him, and a haze flashed in her eyes: "..." Ha, it turned out to be Uzo's minion, and the death of a person actually made him so happy? Mrs. Su Fang's death must have been caused by this guy.

But soon, Naoko Tormaru sighed again: Something happened to the peaceful villa that she had chosen so many times...

Inside the door, the fully intelligent humanoid detector quickly came to his senses, and Conan trotted to Mrs. Su Fang's bedside.

In fact, when he climbed through the window just now, he noticed that the old lady didn't seem to be heaving, so he didn't rush over to seek first aid after landing.

But now when he reached out and checked, his idea was indeed correct: the person had no breath at all.

Conan looked at the blood all over the bed and sighed: "It's hopeless. Call the police."

Then he returned to the door and unlocked the two troublesome locks.

The guests, who were grateful for Mrs. Su Fang's charity, looked sad and wanted to rush in to check.

But Jiang Xia stopped him respectfully: "This is probably the scene of a crime. You better not go in."

In fact, it would be best for the detective not to go in. However, the conclusions drawn by first-grade children certainly need to be tested by mature adults.

So Jiang Xia also went to the bedside to take a look, and kindly handed a piece of melon to the group of curious people outside who craned their necks to look around: "The wound is in the throat. Killed with one knife. Very neat."

Mao Lilan glanced into the room and was so frightened by the pile of bloody masks that she wanted to poke her eyes out: "No, wasn't he bitten to death by the mask?"

Jiang Xia really lifted up the quilt and looked at it for her: "There are no scars on the body. The mask should be a decoration put down by others."

Naoko Tormaru also took the time to take a look into the bedroom, and saw a large mask reflecting the corridor light, with the sharp corners of her mouth stained with blood, lying quietly on the bed. This shocking and bloody scene made her breath stop and she pursed her lips silently.

Mrs. Su Fang's gentle and loving voice seemed to ring in her ears again: "Xiao Bull, who made these masks, committed suicide while lying on the bed. It is said that the blood flowing from his neck stained the white sheets red, and he The last 200 masks left behind during his lifetime were quietly scattered around him - those white smiling faces stained with blood, surrounding him, as if they sucked his blood and bit their owner to death themselves. "