Corpse collector in Conan

Chapter 2993 2997 [Hungry Organization Cadres] Please give me a monthly voteヽ(〃〃)~

"?!" The old lady suddenly covered her mouth, didn't dare to look at it, and closed the window tremblingly.

She rolled and crawled back to the Buddha's niche, knelt down tremblingly, and began to pray to General Xiuyou outside.

...

At the same time.

In the guest room, Curacao opened his eyes silently.

——There are people in the yard!

...But what does this have to do with her being a slow ordinary lawyer?

While putting his ear on the ground and eavesdropping to prevent anyone from entering the house from attacking, Miss Shirai made a uniform breathing sound and pretending that she was already asleep.

Judy opened her eyes silently as she lays the floor next door.

She glanced at the lawyer next to her who pushed the pillow away and half of her body tilted on the tatami, and was silent for a moment: "..." This person's sleeping appearance is really bad.

But the suspicious person slept so well, perhaps it means that nothing happened tonight?

Thinking of this, Judy slowly closed her eyelids...

Then it opened suddenly.

Judy: “…” No, don’t be careless!

"First of all, this lawyer may not be an organizational person like my guess, and this woman's behavior may not make any sense at all.

"Secondly, even if she is really a member of the organization, an accomplice of Uzzo or Belmode... her sleepy look may be just an illusion she used to confuse me."

"You can't sleep, just wait a little longer." Judy reminded herself in her heart, "It's better to stay up late at night and spend time with Jiangxia and the police during the day, and not to lose her life in order to seek temporary sleep."

A wall is separated by a sleepless person.

The three of them didn't know each other, but with the same vigilance, they forced themselves from late at night to bright light.

...

As the sun rises, the day comes again.

The three murderous intents that had been each of them for a night breathed a sigh of relief silently, and at the same time they couldn't help but slid their hands and touched their stomachs.

Although it was the same whole night, the energy consumed by waking and sleeping was completely different. At this time, they were so hungry that they put their chests on their backs, but they were not easy to show, so they could only show their perseverance in carrying out tasks, huddled in the bedside, waiting for breakfast to arrive.

However, breakfast was not over, and only a scream of horror floating down the corridor, "Ah—!!"

Judy: “…”

Belmode: “…”

Curacao: “…”

It seems that I have to continue hungry today.

Or pray that this family usually prepares snacks.

...But, will some people harm people and poison them in their snacks?

Three hungry people touched their chins and fell into deep thought for a short time.

...

Unlike those who stay up late, others have just woken up and are completely unhappy with hunger.

Hearing the scream, Jiang Xia rubbed her eyes and planned to go out according to the sound. But before he could stand up, Conan next to him had already lifted the quilt and jumped out.

Jiang Xia: “…”

In terms of detective enthusiasm, it seems that I still need to learn...

A dedicated psychic psychic nodded secretly and followed Conan out of the door.

Looking in the direction where the screams came, the maid from the main house fell to the ground with weak legs and saw a figure standing tightly. She was startled at first, and then shouted as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw: "Master!...Master, he died in the wing room!"

"?!" Three sleepy policemen were shocked and were instantly pulled into their working state by the word "death".

Looking far away from the other side of the wing room, I saw that the door was wide open, and a figure fell at the door, with a large pool of blood underneath.

"I'll go and see, you guys stay here!" Mikako Sato instructed the others, and then ran to the wing room independent of other rooms with two colleagues and two enthusiastic detectives who had quietly followed. .

Ran Maori and Yuanko Suzuki looked at each other, and they always felt that something was missing. After a while, the two high school girls came back to their senses: "Call the police!"

——Officer Sato and others are themselves policemen, and they probably forgot this step.

Fortunately, the experienced detective assistant helped to check for the missing... Suzuki Yuanko praised herself while solemnly taking out her cell phone.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

...

The police and the detective walked through the snow-covered white courtyard and ran to the door of the wing room.

When I looked down, I saw that the president of the gate who was still alive yesterday had fallen straight beside the open gate, with a pool of blood under my body.

"The death should have been last night. His chest was pierced by a sharp blade, and it was probably killed on the spot." Although all the three policemen were not from forensics, they had learned the general process of watching pigs run every day.

They took photos and checked them. After a while, they suddenly remembered something and slapped their foreheads: "Oh no, I haven't called the police yet!"

Jiang Xia comforted the police who had confused the process: "When I ran over just now, I saw Xiaolan and Yuanzi calling, and they should have reported it."

"That's how it is." The police who did not often encounter murders breathed a sigh of relief.

After doing everything I can do, the next step is to wait for the local police to come and hand over.

Three Tokyo policemen wiped the sweat from the anxious outbreak and suddenly found Jiang Xia looking at the other side of the living room.

Following the detective's gaze, the three of them were stunned after realizing it: "Why is this wall so empty?"

Jiang Xia raised his hand and gestured: "The antique armor placed here is gone, and there is one less knife on the knife rack. In addition, the pair of socks that the old lady offered has also disappeared."

"The knife on the knife rack..." Officer Shiratori recalled the shape of the long knife, and then looked at the body lying on the ground, "It seems that it is the murder weapon."

Officer Takagi hissed: "This murderer has a sense of ritual. The long knife, armor and socks disappeared at the same time. If there were no ghosts in the world, I would have suspected that it was General Hidetomo's wronged spirit who put on armor and socks offered by believers, and then picked up a knife to kill President Daimon."

Officer Sato looked at the scene: "A bottle of brandy fell near the body, and there was a broken high-footed wine glass next to the bottle. President Daimon should have been killed when he was drinking alone..."

As he was talking, there was a sudden noise at the door.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that other people from the Daimon family had also rushed over following the sound.

Looking into the wing room, the dead body suddenly appeared in front of them. Several people screamed in an instant and huddled together in panic. The old lady buried her face in her youngest son in tears.

When they recovered, Jiang Xia asked, "When we came here just now, there were no footprints on the snow. In addition to this door in front of us, is there any other exit in this wing room?"

"This..." The youngest son remembered, "I remember there is a small door in the bedroom, but my father thinks that door is not grand enough and rarely uses it."

Jiang Xia nodded thoughtfully, then walked through the messy living room and entered the bedroom with several curious policemen.