Conan’s Corpse Picker

Editor Toda was stunned. Although he did think that if he adapted this bizarre story of total annihilation, it would definitely sell well, he did not expect that he would also leave his name in this story: "I didn't kill anyone!"

Vodka gloated: Although he felt uncomfortable when he was tormented by Uzo, it was another feeling to watch others being teased by that guy.

Just thinking about it, suddenly, a beam of eyes turned over.

Vodka: "..."

He felt a shudder in his heart, and instinctively met the man's eyes. The next moment, Jiang Xia smiled at him: "Mr. Yamada, what do you think?"

Vodka: "..."

What do I think? I think you, the culprit, should be arrested first and never released!

Vodka righteously denounced in his heart for a while, and whispered: "This case is too complicated. It is not something that ordinary people can solve. I don't have any clues for the time being."

Conan came back to his senses from the headache, glanced at him, and thought: "..."Vodka must know the inside story! This was not the first time he secretly praised this case. Could it be that this case was really set up by the mysterious cadre whose code name was unknown?

Then what was his purpose?

Conan: "..." In any case, one thing became clear - Vodka seemed to have a very good relationship with that person.

If he really wanted to deal with that person in the future, Vodka might be a good breakthrough point.

Beside him, Vodka suddenly felt a little hairy on his back.

His eyes jumped, and he almost had the urge to run away, but looking at the large number of policemen around him, he was relieved a little: With so many policemen around, Uzo should not dare to do anything directly! As for the others... As long as he thinks carefully before speaking and does not reveal any flaws, there should be no big problem.

Perhaps it was his expectations of the police that made some dedicated Tokyo police officers feel it in the dark.

Miwako Sato suddenly understood something and looked at Jiang Xia in surprise: "Did you find something?"

Jiang Xia nodded: "Although I can't verify it with the deceased and the murderer, I roughly understand what happened last night - this is also thanks to the chocolate biscuit packaging bag that Officer Takagi mentioned just now."

Officer Takagi was stunned and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Vodka: "..." Pretend, continue to pretend! Obviously, they already knew the whole picture of the matter, but they insisted on keeping the truth until now to improve the police's favor - and this group of stupid policemen, they don't really think they are an important part of helping detectives solve the case.

He looked at the group of policemen with regret.

Then he saw a look of admiration.

Vodka: "..." Although this sentence has been said many times, he still wants to emphasize it again - the Tokyo police are finished!

The Tokyo police are unaware of the slander of some lawless lunatics, and are still concentrating on waiting for the detective to solve the case.

The righteous detective lived up to expectations: "Mrs. Haitang died from eating a poisoned chocolate bar, and the person who poisoned the chocolate bar was actually herself."

The police were stunned when the words fell.

After a while, Inspector Megure sorted out the complicated clues he had investigated before. He looked puzzled: "But the syringe used to inject poison into the chocolate biscuits was found in Mr. Haitang's room, and the outer packaging of those chocolate biscuits was all covered with Mr. Haitang's fingerprints..." So now the person who poisoned was not him, but Mrs. Haitang? ?

Jiang Xia took the fresh forensic information from Officer Gao Mu and turned to one of the pages. He pointed to the photo above: "This syringe was wiped very thoroughly, and there are no fingerprints on the shell. If Mr. Haitang wiped it clean after committing the crime, he shouldn't have left so many fingerprints on the outer packaging of chocolate biscuits."

"So the two poisoned chocolates and the syringe hidden in Mr. Haitang's room are actually Mrs. Haitang's masterpieces."

Before others came to their senses, Jiang Xia continued: "Among the last few words left by Mrs. Haitang on the computer before her death, one sentence was "ironic cycle" - this is actually a high-level summary of what happened in this villa last night.

"Mrs. Haitang's mental state has been bad recently, which can be seen from the medicine box in her study. For various reasons, her desire to survive is very low, and she may even have the intention to die.

"But on the other hand, she knew that once she died, her husband would not only be able to get rid of her immediately and be with her young female assistant, but also inherit her large inheritance and live happily.

"So in order to resolve this contradiction, she decided to commit suicide and use some means to make Mr. Haitang bear the crime of murdering his wife and go to jail."

Jiang Xia flipped through a few pages of information and stopped the page on the box of chocolate biscuits that attracted much attention: "First, she injected the poison into the chocolate biscuits she often ate, and then she wiped the syringe used to commit the crime and hid it in Mr. Haitang's closet.

"This was originally just a very simple suicide and frame-up, but in this villa, she was not the only one with outstanding action ability-while Mrs. Haitang was busy setting up the crime scene, Mr. Haitang and the female assistant were not idle either, and the two made their own preparations.

"Mrs. Haitang has a relatively fixed daily routine and has the habit of taking a bath before going to bed. After taking a bath, she would go back to her room, drink sleeping pills, and then fall asleep.

"Last night, while Mrs. Haitang was taking a bath, the female assistant sneaked into the study and replaced her sleeping pills, replacing the ordinary sleeping pills with poisonous drugs.

"Not long after the female assistant left, Mr. Haitang also tacitly took advantage of Mrs. Haitang's flaw.

"He also sneaked into the study, but unlike the female assistant, he did not tamper with the sleeping pills, but quietly smeared the poison on the edge of the more hidden water cup, trying to use Mrs. Haitang's own underlying disease to make everything look like a natural sudden death.

"In order to make the "sudden death" reasonable, Mr. Haitang took the sleeping pills placed aside. According to his speculation, with Mrs. Haitang's impatient personality, if she couldn't find the medicine after entering the house, she would not take the spare one, but would open the computer and write a few words.

"So Mr. Haitang returned to the room and waited for his wife's 'sudden death'. In order to avoid rescuing her, he drank the sleeping pills.

"At first glance, this plan seems fine, but the sleeping pills have actually been replaced by a highly toxic drug by the female assistant. So after drinking it, he unfortunately died."