Corpse collector in Conan

Chapter 1282 1282 [Gin: Where are my men? 】

Otaki Police Department: "..." Listen, is this what the police should say?

This was what he wanted to reprimand.

But I was worried that my subordinates would ask, "What do you think?"

So in the end, the Otaki Police Department just cleared its throat as if nothing had happened: "There is currently a lack of evidence, so it is difficult to combine the cases. First, treat them as two cases, and investigate them independently - Regarding the deceased in the conveyor belt sushi restaurant this time, you are all What was found?"

The young police officer felt that the Otaki Police Department actually didn't understand, so he cautiously did not ask further questions.

He flipped through the notebook in his hand and reported: "In addition to the main business of the housekeeping company, my wife seems to be a food writer who is famous for his spicy reviews - the restaurants he recommends are indeed delicious, so his reputation Not bad. But correspondingly, those stores that received negative reviews from him will see a sharp drop in customers, and several stores will even go bankrupt as a result."

The Otaki Police Department sighed. It sounded like the deceased must have many enemies, so it would be difficult to screen them. However: "Fortunately, the time of poisoning is very clear. Let's focus on investigating these people in the store first."

After saying that, the Otaki Police Department noticed something and looked towards the door.

——This store has a transparent glass door, and it happens to be not far from the scenic spot. At this time, there are a lot of people watching the excitement outside the door. If you look closely, you can see that there are even reporters who have entered with cameras.

Otaki Police Department frowned and whispered to the subordinate next to him: "Close the door curtain first - we can't rule out that the suspect is among the guests who just left. Don't let them see the details of the case."

The big police officer nodded and hurriedly ran to cover.

However, reporters have experienced many battles, and our hand speed of pressing the slow door is faster than Mao Lilan's hand speed of pressing 110.

What should be posted is what should be posted, but it was still written out of the report very slowly and quickly posted offline.

…

A few kilometers away.

Vodka was holding a telescope and carefully observing the crowds everywhere, looking for this seven-person tour group that should be very conspicuous.

But at that time, a prompt suddenly popped up in the corner of my computer screen, accompanied by a special prompt sound.

As this unique voice entered his ears, Vodka's hand holding the telescope froze, and he couldn't help but glance at the computer.

Gin also looked away from the car and turned his head to look over.

Vodka knows a lot about me, and I certainly do too. Gin already knew what that beep meant - Vodka had created a big grabbing program. Every time a Jiangxia-related case-solving report appears offline, the program will automatically retrieve it and send corresponding prompts.

Gin: "..." This guy really didn't have time to come up.

After setting off, I was still thinking that I had just arrived in Osaka, and I was familiar with the place. It would take me a certain amount of time to plan my so-called murderous stage plays, and I might be able to calm down for a while.

However, this is exactly what I expected. It seems that after Jiang Cai came to Kosaka to travel, she spent a lot of time making my own "tour guide".

It's time for Gin to blame Wu's cadres in his heart for serious business.

Next to it, the vodka sits perfectly.

On the one hand, I was very curious about what Jiang Cai had done. I also wanted to know whether the crime scene was far away from me and whether it could possibly affect innocent colleagues in the organization like myself.

But on the other hand, Vodka doesn't have to worry about Osaka's conspiracy - I'm working now, and if I try to look at the computer, the gin guy will think that I'm "slacking", which is actually a good thing.

While he was struggling, next to him, Gin put on his binoculars, took out his cell phone, and opened the web page.

Vodka: "...?"

Could it be that little brother... is also paying attention to the same thing?

My heart moved slightly, and I wanted to glance over here to see the situation.

But at that time, a weak murderous intention suddenly arose under Gin Jiu, and the phone seemed to be gripped and made a crunching sound on the verge of breaking.

Vodka was shocked: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Is it normal for Osaka to kill passers-by? I should be used to it. Why that time...

Wait, could it be that the environment was familiar and Osaka had planned well that time and exposed himself? !

...Kill me! Silence me!

Vodka was overjoyed, with a trace of pure expectation emerging.

However, under my excited gaze, Gin did not draw his gun. Instead, he quickly revealed a sinister smile and said through gritted teeth: "It seems that I have very little objection to getting your mission."

Vodka's smile disappeared quickly: "..." Mission?

...What mission?

…

On the other side, in Jiang Cai's store.

The Kotaki Police Department looked at the clerk, then at the customers, and instinctively identified several low-school detectives as suspects.

Yes, talking about low school students...

The eyes of the Kotaki Police Department could not help but fall on Jiang Xia.

I remember that the detective was very slow in solving the case. Without me, I heard that the overtime hours of these criminal police officers in Tokyo have gone up a lot.

"..." It's rare that that person comes to Kosaka, why don't you try it yourself?

With that in mind, Police Officer Kotaki approached and imitated the tone of this model police officer who was said to be very good at using detectives and asked, "Brother Jiang Xia, what does he think?"

Jiang Xia glanced at me in surprise: Suddenly I heard a man from Kosaka speaking in the tone of the Megu Police Department, and it sounded so similar to me that I was temporarily confused.

Jiang Xia came to her senses a moment ago and was about to say something.

But at that time, my phone suddenly vibrated.

...No one is looking for me. What's more shocking is the mobile phone used exclusively by the organization.

Jiang Xia glanced at the other two detectives with his peripheral vision, and saw that Sushi Heiji and Conan were still taking the time to look at the body, so I casually dismissed the police department behind me: "Sorry, your client has called, please answer it first. "

"Oh, okay." The spell failed, and the Kotaki Police Department was not a little disappointed. But he had no choice but to make way for Jiang Xia to make a phone call in a quieter place nearby.

At the same time, the burly police officer suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Sushi Heiji.

Kotaki Goro: "..." Speaking of which, Heiji seems to have always been obsessed with the speed of solving crimes.

It's rare that Jiang Xia was able to solve the case quickly when she was distracted by other things. Is there any chance that Heiji can seize the opportunity to experience the process of solving a broken case and regain my cold love for the detective career?

With that in mind, Kotaki Goro walked to the group of customers and clerks, intending to see how the sushi was cooked.

…

As expected, Sushi Heiji is working hard to push back:

"You just heard that before the quarrel between the deceased and the store manager, few customers outside the store left happily. Because the oozo under the conveyor belt was always being consumed, and the chef outside the kitchen was also making new oozo.

"That is to say, the guests who left beforehand and the front kitchen staff can be excluded. The only person who has no chance of being poisoned by Uzo is the flounder sitting next to the deceased... ahem, the gentleman in the blue hat, And the aunt in pink clothes a few places to my left - before the quarrel, we were still eating abnormally, leaving or not, and had no chance to smear poison under the plate."