Conan’s Corpse Picker

Ran Maori saw the crowd of onlookers crowded in the corner of the hall, and one of the figures who tried to hide himself but still stood out from the crowd.

Against the rain outside the window, the tall figure wearing a knitted hat gradually gave her a strong sense of déjà vu.

The foreign alley with drizzling rain flashed before Ran Maori's eyes again. She was stunned, and felt that a memory was vaguely about to emerge... But at this moment, someone strode over and supported her.

"Xiaolan, Xiaolan, are you okay?"

Suzuki Sonoko shook Maori Ran worriedly, and then turned to Inspector Yokomizo and said dissatisfiedly: "Can you solve the case? Xiaolan is almost mad at you."

Ran Maori was not mad, but she was even more dizzy.

But accidentally, the once forgotten memory seemed to open the gate, and more scenes emerged.

——She thought of a beautiful woman with an elegant posture, holding a black umbrella to cover her face; a young man who looked like the one in front of her with a knitted hat, but with waist-length hair and an angry expression... and Kudo Shinichi, who was posing handsomely in the rain, opening and closing his mouth as if he was talking.

"What on earth is he mumbling about?" Mao Lilan had the urge to grab Kudo Shinichi's collar and shake him hard to make him speak clearly, "Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

"What do you mean you can't hear me? Are you hallucinating?" Suzuki Sonoko was even more worried. She pulled a chair from the side, "Sit down and take a rest first, I'll go get you a cup of hot water."

As she said that, she pushed Mao Lilan to sit on the stool, turned around to find the waiter, but almost bumped into a policeman who was jogging over.

The policeman held a bag of evidence in his hand and said to Inspector Yokomizo: "Inspector, we found a container of potassium cyanide in the bathroom! - The murderer should have taken out the potassium cyanide when he went to the bathroom and smeared the poison on the wet wipes."

"Is that so." Before Inspector Yokomizo could speak, Jiang Xia said, "It seems that you have to find the murderer again - I haven't been to the bathroom since I came to this store."

Inspector Yokomizo: "..."

The corner of his eye twitched, and there was a vague sense of emptiness as if the progress bar had instantly returned to zero.

Jiang Xia said considerately: "But if you think about it in a complicated way, maybe when I was sitting at the table and killing someone, one of my accomplices took the potassium cyanide to the bathroom, and then he dropped the container and helped me prove my alibi."

Vodka: "?!" What do you want to do? ! I don't want to die with you kid!

On the first floor, Inspector Yokomizo didn't want to take Jiang Xia's speculation seriously, because this meant that the high school detective didn't kill for love, but had planned it in advance: if this was true, then the motive, the relationship between the characters, the means of killing... everything would have to be overturned.

Next to him, Conan looked at the policeman's embarrassment and added fuel to the fire: "In addition, when the deceased uncle changed seats on the way, he grabbed the wet wipe that had been used to wipe his pants and took it with him. I just checked, there are still some traces of porridge on the wet wipe - in short, the wet wipe has not been replaced from beginning to end."

Inspector Yokomizo: "..."

The progress bar is not just 0, it is almost going to go back to a negative number.

Suzuki Sonoko came back with hot water and interrupted, "Why do we have to start with the neighbors? Couldn't the murderer be someone else at the same table? As long as the murderer quietly puts the poisoned wet wipes on the edge of the round table, and then twists it hard at the right time! It can slide out of the round plate and fall into the murderer's hands."

Inspector Yokomizo was listening carefully at first, but his eyes twitched slightly when he heard the end: "The friction of wet wipes is much greater than that of plates. If it is true as you said, then when the wet wipes fell, the cups and plates on the table must have fallen down long ago. With such a big noise, how could the deceased not notice it?"

Suzuki Sonoko: "..."

Really?

She touched her head, and under the terrified eyes of the shop assistants, she walked to another table and did the experiment unwillingly.

Jiang Xia looked at her and asked the forensic police officer beside him: "Have you checked the round plate and all the tableware?"

The forensic police officer glanced at Inspector Yokomizo in the distance and said to Jiang Xia stealthily: "We have checked. Except for the wet wipes of the deceased, there is no poison in other places."

Jiang Xia walked to Suzuki Sonoko and raised her hand to gesture: "Have you checked here too?"

The forensic police officer was startled: "!"

After receiving the instructions from the detective, the young police officer buried his head and ran to work.

A shadow quietly appeared behind Jiang Xia, and Inspector Yokomizo said suspiciously: "What are you two doing? - I warn you, don't try to bribe my subordinates, they will not be deceived by your appearance."

Suzuki Sonoko glanced at the young police officer who was checking carefully according to what Jiang Xia said: "..."Are you sure?

Jiang Xia turned around and looked at the tall and difficult policeman: "You are free anyway, so take a statement in advance."

Inspector Yokomizo: "Huh?"

Jiang Xia knocked on the rotating table: "We can find the murderer thanks to Sonoko."

Suzuki Sonoko proudly puffed out her chest: "It's a small matter!"

...But what did she do just now? She didn't seem to do anything. Did she awaken the hidden detective soul and quietly approach the truth without knowing it?

Suzuki Sonoko touched her chin and began to curiously review her actions just now.

Next to him, Inspector Yokomizo was stunned for two seconds before coming back to his senses: "What do you mean, you know who the murderer is?!"

Jiang Xia: "When the victim was killed, the dishes on the table were arranged clockwise, including twice-cooked pork, fish-flavored pork shreds, shrimp fried eggs, preserved eggs, dipping sauce, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, steamed dumplings, and chili oil."

"As for the seating order at the time - the victim was facing the twice-cooked pork on the table, and from his left hand side, the people sitting were Conan, Xiaolan, the screenwriter, the assistant director, the director, Sonoko, and me."

"Why are you saying this suddenly?" Inspector Yokomizo muttered in confusion, while frantically digging out the photos of the scene taken by the police when they first arrived from a pile of information, and then honestly marked them.

-This, this is certainly not listening to the high school detective, this is visiting the masses and collecting clues!

Jiang Xia: "Have you finished memorizing?"

Inspector Yokomizo nodded, then came back to his senses and said with a stern face: "Go on."

Jiang Xia casually slid the small table in front of him: "When Conan was eating dumplings, he wanted to get the hot sauce and dipping sauce from the round table, but every time he turned the round plate, it would be quickly turned back to its original state. At that time, the dipping sauce was right in front of me, and the hot sauce was in front of the screenwriter."