Corpse collector in Conan

After providing the clues and before the police could react, Kazuo Sakihara left them behind and quickly entered the ward on the pretext of visiting his wife.

Police Department Mumu touched his chin, stared at the door of the ward with suspicion, and whispered to his brother Jiang Xia: "This guy looks too weird. Can the clues he provided really be believed?"

The reliable detective thought carefully: "We shouldn't let go of any clues during the investigation stage, and the hospital parking lot is very close to here. To be on the safe side, we'd better go and take a look."

The Mumu Police Department sighed: "We have no choice but to leave it like this."

Jiang Xia thought of something again: "By the way, the hospital's parking lot is quite large. Since Mr. Sakihara has met that person, why not ask him to help us identify the location."

…

So half a minute later, Kazuo Sakihara, who had just entered the ward, was pulled out again.

Five minutes later, Vodka, who was smelling of ice cream, was taken upstairs by the police while glaring at Kazuo Sakihara.

The next moment, when he saw the person standing in the corridor, he drank vodka, and the ice cream-smelling murderous aura on his body floated down like cotton.

The ghosts cheered silently and surrounded him happily as if they were celebrating the New Year. They straightened out the murderous spirit and carried it back.

"Mr. Yamada, why is it you?" Memu Police Department was stunned. After a moment, he hissed and suddenly realized, "No wonder I always feel that the person in that portrait looks familiar... Wait, aren't you a fan of Brother Jiang Xia? , Isn’t your goal to become an assistant of justice like Watson? Why do you do such a crazy thing!”

Vodka: "..." Who is that bastard fan! Rather than asking me, it's better to ask him why he did such a crazy thing to an innocent patient who just wanted medical treatment!

While angry, Vodka said honestly: "It's not me. I didn't kill anyone. There must be some misunderstanding."

"Huh? That's weird." Conan, who was also looking for someone, never expected that his casual delusion just now would actually come true.

Even when he was at a loss, he did not miss the opportunity, and asked innocently in a child's tone: "The police uncle just asked Uncle Yamada to investigate. Why did Uncle Yamada directly say that he did not kill anyone? How do you know that a murder occurred here?"

Vodka's forehead jumped when he heard the trumpet bastard's voice, and another stream of ice cream poured out.

He restrained his murderous intention in time, learned from the mistakes and recorded this mistake in the small book in his heart, and made corrections at the same time: "Because the police department said 'lost heart' - even the Mumu Police Department has seen this many times A well-informed and powerful police officer actually used such words, which shows that what happened must have been a brutal murder. "

The Mu Mu Police Department was a little shy at his praise and laughed loudly: "Don't say that, I just saw more cases, it's not that powerful at all."

Conan: "..." The cunning organization member actually bribed the police officer with sweet words... No, he's already here, he can't escape so easily. Be sure to take this opportunity to dig out some information about vodka.

He racked his brains to think about how to lead the conversation, but under Vodka's gaze, he did not dare to be too obvious.

Next to him, the cunning "Mr. Yamada" was already chatting with the detective and the police.

Of course, the one who started the conversation first was the naive detective who had been favorably favored by "Mr. Yamada".

Jiang Xia said kindly: "Don't be nervous, I still believe in you - speaking of which, why did you come to the hospital? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere in your body?"

Vodka: "..." I was fine everywhere, but when I saw you suddenly felt unwell, could you send me to the ICU immediately for isolation? I'll come out after you leave.

He wanted to express his demands loudly like this...but he was worried that Uzo would respond to his request and give him a permanent ICU package.

He also wanted to tell him right away that he was here to see a psychiatrist and sell the doctor readily...but he was worried that this would be spread to the ears of Brother Gin afterwards, and that he would be punished by Brother Gin and Uzo who saw through his intentions. See the doctor together.

After a whirlwind of weighing in his mind, the angry Vodka finally chose to use the mature method of "burying everything deep in his heart" to resolve his anger.

He laughed: "It's nothing, I just have a little diarrhea recently."

The atmosphere between the two was harmonious. Next to them, the Mu Mu Police Department recovered from the flattery and thought of business later.

He asked Vodka: "Speaking of which, where were you around 2:30 in the afternoon?"

Vodka looked at his watch, as if making a serious guess, and then said: "On the way to the hospital."

"That's it." Megure Police Department wrote down his answer without saying whether he believed it or not. "Why don't you go to the ward and let Miss Sakihara identify..."

Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a young police officer rushed up from downstairs.

"Police Department!" The young police officer waved the fresh materials in his hand with a sense of joy and excitement that he was about to get off work. "We compared the rut marks left near the crime scene, and they are exactly the same as Mr. Yamada's vehicle!"

Conan: "?!"

Memu Police Department: "?!"

"?!" Vodka, "Wait...I, I can explain!"

…

"You said you were just passing by and were startled by the explosion, so you ran away in a hurry?" Megure Police Department looked suspicious, "Why did you run? Aren't you the detective assistant of Justice?"

Vodka looked painful when he asked: "..." Why, why did things become like this? ...If time went back one hour and he didn't turn around and run when he saw Uzo, but followed the setting of "Mr. Yamada" and justly rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to help, wouldn't things be completely different? Already?

"Ha, I completely understand, this is Uzo's purpose." Vodka sneered in his heart, "After this experience, next time I meet him by chance, I will stupidly commit suicide because of what I have learned this time. Throw yourself into a trap.”

"...But what if the next chance encounter is not a chance encounter, but a deliberate design like this one?"

Vodka suddenly realized that this was an intractable dilemma: "Speaking of which, how did this guy know about my schedule today? Is there really a spy among us?!"

"Mr. Yamada?" Police Officer Megu looked at the dazed Vodka, and suddenly felt that he had been a little morally kidnapped. He scratched his hat awkwardly, "Well, I didn't mean that you have to step forward to put out the fire. After all, you are a human being. There are times when we are timid, especially when we are in poor health, and it is easy to have an escape mentality... Anyway, why don't you go to the ward and let the victim identify him? "

Now there is a portrait and a rut mark. Mr. Yamada, who was once a partner in justice, is a serious suspect and must be investigated intensively.