Conan’s Corpse Picker

Thinking of this, Vodka couldn't help but be alert.

"So that's it! That guy Uzo did this weird thing like he was being haunted for two days in a row, maybe just to get me to take a blood test and leave some clues!"

This thought flashed across his mind, and Vodka firmly rejected Officer Takagi's proposal: "No, I faint from the needle."

Officer Takagi: "...?"

…

Since the person involved stopped saying anything, tonight's "witnessed murder" incident ended hastily.

Officer Takagi couldn't help but worry about Mr. Yamada's mental state.

"Such a detailed, specific and bloody vision actually appeared... It seems that chasing stars is quite stressful."

On the second day, when calling to report the situation, Takagi Wataru couldn't help but chat with his boss: "Maybe Mr. Yamada studied various murder cases day and night in order to catch up with Jiang Xia. What he saw when he opened his eyes every day were those bloody scenes. That’s why it resulted.”

As the two police officers talked, they began to sigh, lamenting the experience of this groupie.

Next to it, a young figure passed by and eavesdropped: "..."

After listening to Officer Takagi's words, Conan turned to Jiang Xia and murmured in a low voice: "Don't be moved indiscriminately, maybe... maybe this is just a little trick by fanatical fans to chase stars! - And I always feel that Mr. Yamada is not afraid of corpses. It won’t cause any psychological problems. He may have an ulterior motive for being hospitalized here.”

Jiang Xia held the flowers used for medical treatment and looked at him with curiosity: "You seem to have a big opinion against Mr. Yamada?"

"That's not true." Conan laughed and got away with it, "It's just that he wears sunglasses all day long, and his appearance looks too much like a bad guy."

Matsuda Jinpei, who was helping Ms. Spider sort out her murderous aura, glanced down at him and pushed up the empty sunglasses on the bridge of his nose with dissatisfaction.

Conan felt a vague gaze from unknown origin. He turned around quickly, but couldn't see anything.

Even so, he still became alert and pulled Jiang Xia: "There are many people here. Let's leave quickly to avoid attracting the attention of suspicious people."

Jiang Xia nodded and followed him slowly.

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10 minutes ago.

Vodka has been staying at Mihua General Hospital for two days. As his closest colleague, Jiang Xia certainly couldn't pretend not to see it.

So in addition to asking police officer Takagi who was in charge of the investigation to take more care of him, Jiang Xia also took time out of his own time and came here to visit.

After buying the flowers, Jiang Xia saw a sneaky figure as soon as she arrived at the door of the hospital.

He walked to the corner of the alley and picked up a primary school student who was observing the hospital.

Conan, who was looking intently at the hospital, was frightened and turned around quickly. Recognizing the person behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Jiang Xia?"

Then he realized something and took his breath back: "Are you here to visit again?"

——What is there to find out about that outlaw maniac? Not to mention that the guy is probably pretending to be sick. Even if it is true... If you don't buy firecrackers to celebrate, why buy flowers?

Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked at the flowers in his arms: "Something like that happened last time when I visited the patient. I couldn't find out. I have to come over again this time to have a look - and I heard from Officer Takagi that Mr. Yamada's condition is not good. Like I'm in trouble, I'm a little worried."

Conan touched his chin, thoughtfully.

He actually knows all the "trouble" Vodka has encountered - the whereabouts of the black organization are so mysterious that it is rare to encounter them only once in a few days and half a month. Now that he finally caught a Vodka with a fixed whereabouts, Conan just wanted to skip school every day and stay in the hospital to investigate.

...However, it is a pity that as a primary school student who can't help himself, full-time investigation is just a delusion. In the end, Conan could only find time to come over during the holidays from school, sneak into the hospital as his own child, and inquire about the situation from the security guards and nurses.

Because "Mr. Yamada" deliberately concealed his identity, the hospital staff did not know much about him. Conan didn't get much useful information, he only heard about a bunch of vodka-related illnesses.

As he listened, he was attracted by Vodka's strange behavior.

"With the strength of that organization, isn't it easy to train several professional in-house psychiatrists? Even if Vodka is really mentally ill, it is impossible to go to such a hospital to see a doctor, because this will expose their organization's information." Conan thought He quickly reasoned about the situation, "So what he said about 'seeing someone killing someone in the opposite room' is either true, or it has some unspeakable purpose."

No matter which one it is, it seems worth exploring. Without hesitation for long, Conan slipped over decisively.

"I also heard about Mr. Yamada calling the police twice." Next to him, Jiang Xia also seemed to be quite interested in this mysterious case, which was not sure whether it was true or not.

The famous detective looked at his watch and said considerately, "After what happened yesterday, Mr. Yamada may be catching up on his sleep now - let's go to the crime scene he mentioned first. If we can solve the mystery, let's If you give him the truth, then this gift must be better than flowers."

"..." Conan didn't want to give Vodka any gifts at all, but on second thought, this investigation might reveal some of Vodka's conspiracies. This immediately gave him renewed energy and he accelerated his pace towards the hospital.

…

It didn't take long for the two of them to arrive directly opposite the vodka ward.

The door was unlocked, so Jiang Xia pushed the door open and took a closer look, finding that it was indeed an unusually empty room.

The only one or two tables and chairs were placed in the corner, without any signs of fighting. The ground was also clean and without bloodstains.

The only slightly different place was the small area under the window.

"Why is it so wet?" Conan squatted down and touched the ground without any disdain for dirtiness. He soon came to a conclusion, "It should be rain. It did rain last night. So much rain splashed into the house. This means that when Fu... cough, Mr. Yamada witnessed the murder scene, the window here was open."

Jiang Xia nodded: "It's okay to kill someone in the middle of the night without drawing the curtains, but even the windows were not closed. Rather than a sudden passion murder, this is more like intentionally wanting Fu... Mr. Yamada to see it."

"Yeah." Conan froze halfway through his response. After a moment, he jumped up, "What did you call him?!"

He looked at Jiang Xia in disbelief, but when he looked up, he met his neighbor's half-smiled eyes.

After a moment of silence, Conan remembered what he had almost said, and suddenly realized: "You, you actually imitated my speech!"

Jiang Xia laughed: "I'm just curious about what nickname you gave Mr. Yamada in your heart - words that start with the pronunciation of 'Fu' are rare."

Conan wiped the cold sweat from his sweat: "..." This serious prank was really scary. He almost thought Jiang Xia knew the code name of vodka...

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