Conan’s Corpse Picker

Officer Takagi: "And according to the doctor, the deceased did plan to have a heart surgery. They have discussed that they will arrange the specific surgery time after Itakura Taku finishes the work at hand."

"I see." Inspector Megure sighed and shook his head, "If he didn't take the work so seriously and had the surgery a few days earlier, he might not have died. It seems that what happened today is a sad accident."

Officer Takagi couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xia next to him: "..." Really, really?

Inspector Megure didn't notice his gaze, and was still sighing for the unlucky King of Rolls on the ground, and felt a little sad: I heard that the deceased took three jobs at the same time... How similar is this to myself who committed three murders in one day!

But...

The fat police officer touched his chin, a little puzzled: "Looking at the condition of the body, he has been dead for a day or two - how come the hotel didn't find the problem for such a long time? Even the most ordinary hotels will clean every day, and this level of hotel... shouldn't be."

Hearing this, the Mediterranean next to him couldn't help but said: "Do you even need to ask? Itakura Taku hates others to touch his things the most - it must be that when the hotel staff came to clean, he scolded them, so the staff didn't dare to come later."

"That's right!" The fashionable young man felt the same way, "Once I just didn't I was careful to knock the document on Itakura's desk a little bit crooked, just a little bit." He stretched out two fingers and pinched it carefully, "He was so angry that he scolded me for more than ten minutes... If you don't know, you would think I knocked him over."

Mushroom head also nodded. The three clients who always argued with each other rarely reached a consensus in such a place: "And that guy doesn't really care about hygiene. He rarely changes his own bed sheets at home. Why would he let the hotel staff change his bed sheets every day?"

"...Huh?" Inspector Megure first instinctively took notes, and then suddenly felt something was wrong, " Wait, where did you come from, and why are you wandering around the crime scene? "

Jiang Xia looked at the clients who were huddled in the corner and introduced them to Inspector Megure: "The three of them are the deceased's party A. Because they found out that Mr. Itakura was missing and came to me, we were able to find the body so quickly."

When Inspector Megure heard this, his eyes towards the three clients suddenly became complicated: "So it was you who made him take so many jobs..."

"Hey, what do you mean by that!" The clients suddenly felt aggrieved, "How could we know that he would take so many jobs at the same time? If I knew, I wouldn't have asked him to do it!"

Jiang Xia saw what Inspector Megure was thinking: "It should be Mr. Itakura's own wish to take the job, and now it seems that he didn't die of a heart attack, but was murdered."

"That's it..." Several clients agreed halfway, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "Murder?!"

Inspector Megure's heart also skipped a beat: "Not because of a heart attack?"

Officer Takagi, who was eavesdropping with his ears perked up: "..."For some reason, the hanging heart seemed to finally be put down...It seems that the plan to have dinner with Officer Sato later can be cancelled. Haha, in fact, he didn't really want to have dinner with the cute Officer Sato. It would be so embarrassing if he was rejected. It's better to miss this meal because of being busy with the murder case.

After thinking about it, Officer Takagi was unwilling to say, "But he really looks like he committed suicide." Jiang Xia pointed to the clean desk: "Although the deceased is lying on the ground now, when we arrived, he was actually foaming at the mouth and lying face down on the desk. If that was the posture when he died, there should be liquid from his mouth on the table, but now, the table is very clean." "!" Inspector Megure ran to the table and took a look, "Really... Wait, was there someone else present when he died and wiped off his saliva?" The forensic doctor was startled: "Was the deceased lying on the table at first? That's very strange - you see, he is now holding his hands together in front of his chest. If he died lying on the table, then his hands should fall naturally after death. "Unless his hands were caught between his body and the edge of the table when he died, and he maintained this position until he became stiff after death... But if that's the case, there is no similar pressure mark on the back of his hands."

Officer Takagi scratched his head: "In other words, the desk is not the place where the deceased died, but someone moved him here after his death?"

The forensic doctor also scratched his head: "But except for his hands, the rigor mortis of his other parts is very natural."

Officer Megure scratched his hat: "Could it be that someone tied Mr. Itakura to a stool, causing him to have a heart attack but unable to take medicine, and eventually he could only die in this position at the table?"

Jiang Xia looked at the forensic doctor: "Are there any signs of being tied on the deceased?"

" There are no rope marks. "The forensic doctor shook his head, "But there are a lot of strange bruises on his body, as if caused by large-scale external pressure."

"Large-scale external pressure?" The two policemen were confused, "What do you mean?"

Conan couldn't help but pull the blanket on the bed: "Oh, this blanket is so fluffy and feels so good to touch. Huh? Why is it a little wet, so strange!"

"..." Jiang Xia was silent for a while for his classmate's acting skills, but still answered with face, "It's really strange. Maybe the murderer also knew that rope binding would leave marks, so he first wrapped Mr. Itakura tightly with a blanket, and then wrapped the blanket with tape to fix it. "

Inspector Megure suddenly discovered something. He squatted down and touched the table leg with his gloved hand: "Just now I felt something sticky on it, and now it is sticky. It seems that after the murderer tied up the deceased, he also fixed the stool legs with tape to prevent the deceased from falling with the stool when struggling, so that he could only die sitting on the stool, in order to create the illusion of death from illness... How cruel."

Jiang Xia nodded and looked at Officer Takagi: "Go ask the hotel staff first to see if anyone has contacted the deceased in the past few days." - It would be even better if we could find out some black-skinned boss who was secretly observing.

Officer Takagi nodded and ran away quickly.

At this time, the Mediterranean client remembered something and moved to Jiang Xia's side and whispered: "Well, didn't I pretend to be Mr. Itakura before and called the front desk to say that I was the person who borrowed three kinds of chess at the same time, hoping to get Mr. Itakura's room number.

"After learning that Itakura Zhuo lived in room 2004, in order to prevent alerting the enemy, I said that I had connected the landline line so that they didn't need to come to fix it.

"At that time, the front desk lady couldn't help laughing and muttered, "Why is it like this again."

"I didn't think much about it at that time, but now..."