Conan’s Corpse Picker

The slender fishing line was difficult to detect in the darkness, but fortunately everyone already knew where the end of the line was. Soon, the tail of the thread at the other end was found.

"We went down the cliff at the back." The Otaki Police Department's searchlight shone down, then put on gloves and pulled the fishing line upwards.

He felt the sticky touch on his gloves and clicked his tongue: "Why is this line covered with mud...ah, it's over!"

With one last tug, he pulled up the tail of the line - a heavy lead weight was tied to the tail of the fishing line.

"That's it!" Otaki Police Department stared at the lead pendant, vaguely feeling that he understood:

"The murderer was very familiar with the deceased's movements and knew that Mr. Kanazawa would definitely sit in front of the TV at 8pm to watch the program, so he fixed the sniper rifle on the treetop and adjusted the angle in advance.

"At 8 o'clock, he stood under the cliff and pulled down the lead pendant with force. The iron hook at the other end of the fishing line pressed the trigger, and the bullet was fired, penetrating the deceased's head."

Hattori Heiji touched his chin: "But in this case, wouldn't it mean that an outsider committed the crime?"

"Why can't an outsider commit the crime?" Otaki Police Department didn't quite understand where his phrase "couldn't" come from. "With this device, the murderer can achieve his goal without invading the villa. In this way, it will not attract others. With more attention, it will also be easier to escape—right.”

He suddenly remembered something and looked at Jiang Xia: "I remember you said before that in the past few months, the deceased would always receive threatening photos from anonymous people? - Do you think this is the murderer?"

Hattori Heiji rubbed his forehead: "Logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with it, but I always feel that something is not right - the murderer already used a sniper rifle, he could have just fired a shot from a distance and escaped, so why bother to do what he did today?" A troublesome attitude?"

…

While the high school detective was busy checking out the scene.

On the other side, Conan rarely gave up on the case before him - he quietly followed the police and people involved in the case to the place where the luggage was being searched.

"What's there to search for? I only have a small handbag like this. How can I put a gun in it?" Mrs. Kanazawa snorted and handed her small bag to the police. "Be careful when you look through it. Don't break it." ”

Two apprentices have a lot of luggage, and they have to be responsible for bringing all the things needed for today's outdoor barbecue to the site.

Seeing the police concentrating on searching the luggage of these two people and ignoring the other two guests, Conan couldn't help but drag the policeman aside and whispered: "Uncle policeman, look at that uncle, isn't his figure a little bit... strangeness?"

The young police officer followed Conan's line of sight and saw a burly man in black.

"Isn't this Mr. Jiang Xia's assistant, Mr. Yamada?" He scratched his head, "What's weird?"

Conan: "..." Damn vodka, it turns out that this guy deliberately approached Jiang Xia just for today's situation?

What's even more annoying is that he actually got into the good graces of the police...

Conan felt sorry for his friend who had been deceived in his heart, and said: "I can't say, but I just feel that Uncle Yamada is different from before - everyone has to be searched and frisked anyway, so why not check him first?" He got rid of the suspicion as soon as possible and went to help brother Jiang Xia."

"It makes sense!" The young police officer also wanted to get off work early and check who was not checking, so he walked towards Vodka.

Vodka heard the footsteps approaching and turned around alertly.

The good news is that the person who came here is just an ordinary little policeman.

Bad news... In the direction where the policeman came, there was a first-grade elementary school student looking at him as if nothing had happened.

"Just now, the police were looking through the pile of luggage, why did they suddenly come to me?" Vodka suddenly realized something was wrong. What did the police say? This kid is so haunted!"

"Mr. Yamada." Just as he was thinking about it, the young police officer stopped in front of him, "Let me check your luggage. Is it this bag?"

Vodka nodded.

Conan paused and suddenly stared at his hat - he knew what was wrong with the vodka!

…

Vodka's bag contained no pistol, let alone a knife.

The young police officer rummaged around and found only a laptop computer besides wallet keys and other items. In addition, he also found a weak tranquilizer gun from his body.

It's a little strange to carry a tranquilizer gun with you, but considering that "Mr. Yamada" is a person who aspires to be a detective, and detectives need to have enough force to subdue criminals... everything seems to be normal again.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Yamada. Although you do need something for self-defense in your job, the tranquilizer gun is a prohibited item, so we confiscated it first." The young police officer filled out a form, tore it off and handed it to him, "Then you can Just take some time to come to the headquarters and receive an education and a fine.”

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As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the man in black next to "Mr. Yamada" was staring at the anesthetic gun that he had confiscated, with a hint of indescribable surprise and disgust in his expression.

Next to him, Vodka also noticed something strange about Calvados, and his face turned red: "..." What are you looking at? I've never seen a tranquilizer gun! It's better to carry this with you than not having a gun in your bare hands!

Calvados looked at him and turned his head away silently. He walked a few steps to the side, looking like he didn't know this accomplice.

"..." Feeling his strong disdain, the murderous aura on Vodka's body floated up again.

But now he couldn't get angry at Calvados, so he had to quietly cast his angry eyes on the young police officer who was checking the luggage: Do you know the rules, kid! Can a detective be considered to be carrying a weapon? If you dare to confiscate my gun, why don't you confiscate Uzo's baton?

Just as he was angry, suddenly, the voice of Inspector Otaki came from the side: "Mr. Yamada, what's in your hat?"

Vodka: "?!"

He looked in the direction of the voice, but saw no figure.

The young police officer next to him also heard what his boss said, he quickly turned his head and his eyes fell on Vodka's hat.

——I didn't think much about it just now, but now that he was pointed out by his boss, he suddenly found that Mr. Yamada's hat seemed a little strange.

Thinking of the tranquilizer gun that the detective assistant carried with him, the young police officer's face became a little more serious: "Mr. Yamada, please take off your hat so that I can check it."

Vodka: "..."

...

An organization cadre took off the hat that he never took off his head reluctantly.

In the bushes, Conan put away the bow voice changer and squinted his eyes to look over carefully.