Conan’s Corpse Picker

Conan pinched this thin but information-carrying carrier and couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile.

The next moment, a big hand reached out from the side and took the disk away.

Conan looked at his empty hands, and then looked up at Inspector Megure in disbelief: "???"

Inspector Megure handed the disk to Officer Takagi: "Why put it back to its original place? Put it away first, and take it to the Forensic Department when you return to the police station - if the murderer noticed it and tampered with the records inside, it might leave traces on the disk."

Conan: "..."

No! ! If it is given to the Forensic Department and sealed as evidence after inspection, he will never see this precious disk again!

"At this point, the murderer must be found first." Conan gritted his teeth, "Only if I can prove as soon as possible that the disk has nothing to do with the murder case, I will have a chance to get it."

"Let me think about it, there must be some evidence that I overlooked..."

Thinking about it, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Jiang Xia.

——Speaking of which, if you want to solve the case as soon as possible, why not look for evidence? Why not look for Jiang...

"No, what am I thinking!"

Conan suddenly woke up, hit his head hard, and reflected in his heart: "How can I give up my principles as a detective for the Black Organization? ——I should work hard to solve the case myself, instead of taking the shortcut of Jiang Xia."

After warning himself several times, Conan finally withdrew his attention from the "Black Organization clues" that were so close.

He looked at the disk reluctantly with the eyes of a hostage, and then turned around and looked at the scene.

Just at this time, the forensic doctor seemed to have discovered something and said to Jiang Xia: "Mr. Jiang Xia, the calf of the deceased seems to be a little strange."

Jiang Xia walked over.

The forensic doctor reached out and pulled up the left leg of the deceased: "Look, there is a little mark left by the socks at this position, but the corresponding place on the right foot--"

He pulled up the right leg again: "There is no mark at all--on the contrary, there is a little scratch mark on the right ankle, from the position, it seems that he scratched with the thumb of his left foot."

Jiang Xia nodded: "It should be that the deceased took off the socks on his right foot with his left foot before he died."

The forensic doctor couldn't help muttering: "He was in the mood to take off his socks when he was about to die. What was he thinking at the time..."

Jiang Xia pointed to the chessboard on the table: "It should be to match this."

Conan looked at the chessboard, and in a flash, a series of clues came together, and he understood it instantly.

The forensic doctor was stunned: "Match the chessboard? What does that mean?"

Jiang Xia: "Now it seems that, not counting today, the murderer should have come to this room twice - the first time he came, he tied the deceased to the table with a blanket and tape, waiting for him to have a heart attack.

"If the luck is bad enough, then this period of time will not be too short, so after tying up Mr. Itakura, the murderer temporarily left the hotel.

"When he felt that the deceased was almost dead, he came back again and planned to fake the scene of the disease.

"And in the interval between these two times, Mr. Itakura, who was tied to the chair, took off his socks.

"After the murderer came back, he found a sock next to the body. He was worried that this sense of disharmony would attract the attention of the police, so he quickly put it on the dead body."

"I see!" Inspector Megure came over at some point. He listened to the reasoning of the reliable brother and felt that he understood, "Mr. Itakura's upper body was fixed on the chair, and only his legs could move, so he tried to take off his socks with his feet to attract our attention, uh..."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt guilty: If it weren't for Brother Jiang Xia here, even if the forensic doctor noticed the strangeness of the dead man's feet, they would probably be confused and think that it was some kind of change caused by a heart attack.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Xia shook his head: "Taking off the socks is the premise for Mr. Itakura to leave a message of death, not the result - his real purpose is to expose his toes and then grab something with his flexible toes."

He pointed to the chessboard next to him: "That is, these chess pieces."

"!"

The Go chessboard next to him, which looked ordinary at first glance, immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

"Is this the death message left by the deceased?"

There are many black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, which are concentrated in the four corners of the chessboard. Inspector Megure stared at it for a while and shook his head helplessly: "I can only see that this is a chess game with no result."

"I know, I know!" Conan seized the opportunity to come out. He winked at Jiang Xia and said to the police officer, "Brother Jiang Xia just told me."

Jiang Xia glanced at him. Conan turned his back to the police, blinked his innocent big eyes belonging to elementary school students, and folded his hands to bow to him.

"..."Thinking about the many contributions this classmate has made to his career as a psychic, Jiang Xia nodded generously and reluctantly took the blame.

"'Just now' told you? Brother Jiang Xia actually knew it so early?" Inspector Megure tried hard to recall, but he couldn't remember when Jiang Xia had talked to Conan.

But then he thought that he had been looking around the scene just now, and it was normal to ignore it. So Inspector Megure quickly put his attention back to the murder: "What does this chessboard mean?"

Conan cleared his throat, looked at Officer Takagi, and began to direct: "Do as I... ahem, do as Brother Jiang Xia said just now - first hand over the diary disk and the unopened blank disk in the deceased's luggage to Inspector Megure."

"Oh, oh." Officer Takagi glanced at Jiang Xia and saw that he had no objection, so he followed Conan's instructions and returned the disk that was originally intended to be handed over to the Forensic Department to Inspector Megure.

Inspector Megure held the disk, a little confused: "Then what?"

Conan pointed to the stool in front of the desk: "Inspector, sit there, and then turn on the computer on the desk again."

Inspector Megure also glanced at Jiang Xia, and when he saw Jiang Xia nodded, he hesitated and sat down: "Can you understand the death message in this way?"

Conan suppressed the tension in his heart and pretended to nod calmly: "Yes, you insert the diary disk, and then drag the diary file inside to the desktop. Then you replace the blank disk and copy the diary into it."

Inspector Megure: "..." What a mess, I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

Inspector Takagi knew that this boss was computer illiterate, and hurried over to help.

Soon, he fell into Conan's straightforward trap and copied the diary to the blank disk.