Conan’s Corpse Picker

   President Shiragi asked Ozaki Tsui in a deep voice: "I heard that you received a boring threatening letter?"

  Ozaki Trianne nodded: "...Yes."

Okano Rika smiled and looked at Daisuke Shiragi: "However, such a trivial matter has been passed on to you, and you take it too seriously - I have said it many times, but some people are jealous of my talent and achievements. , that's why I sent that kind of thing."

   "Yes, I think so too."

President Shiragi nodded in agreement and looked at Rika Okano: "It's good for you to be clear in your heart. In short, don't delay tonight's banquet because of such a boring thing - I took great pains to invite so many celebrities, Not for you to let their pigeons go."

   "What do you need to say?" Okano Rika frowned, "This is a banquet for me, and I will definitely let it go on as usual."

   The two hit it off and soon reached a consensus.

  …

   President Shiragi seems to have something to do. After confirming Okano Rika's attitude towards the banquet, he didn't stay much longer and left soon.

  Ozaki Tsui breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the sofa.

   As soon as she looked up, she saw the three young people on the opposite side looking at the door. She introduced in a low voice:

   "That's Mr. Shiragi Daisuke. He is Mr. Okano's patron and has always praised her for her avant-garde art."

"Praise? Hmph, he just thinks there are business opportunities here." Rika Okano kicked off the stool under her feet, stood up, raised her **** at the closed door, and scolded, "Thinking that a few stinky money can buy it Art, that face is disgusting - my flowers aren't blooming for him, they should only bloom as they please."

   As she spoke, she stopped beside the coffee table, flipped her wrist, and suddenly there was a flower branch between her fingers.

  The green branches, connected to the buds that have not yet bloomed, were handed to Jiang Xia.

   Jiang Xia was startled and looked down at the flower. Conan and Suzuki Sonoko also looked over at the same time.

  Under the gazes of the three, the buds that were originally tightly closed suddenly bloomed, and the tender and bright petals stretched out piece by piece.

   "Wow!" Suzuki Sonoko's eyes lit up.

   After a second, I suddenly felt that something was not right: "…Huh?"

  Okayano Rika smiled at her, stretched out her hand and pinned the flower to Jiang Xia's collar: "It doesn't matter what a threat letter or something, you can check it if you want, but don't cause me trouble."

   After she finished speaking, she looked at Ozaki Tsui: "Go and prepare things for the performance."

   "...Okay!" Ozaki Tsui regained her senses and quickly got up and followed her.

  The two went out one after the other, and the door to the lounge closed with a click.

  “…”

  Suzuki Sonoko looked at Jiang Xia with dark eyes, and then looked at the flower. For a moment, he didn't know whether to pick up the phone to take a picture or to condemn the hateful artist who moved his feet at will.

   However, before she could tangle, Jiang Xia raised her hand and took down the flower.

   He found the wet wipes, wiped the place on his neck that touched the flower branches, looked at the flower in his hand again, and sniffed closely: "It seems to have the smell of refrigerant."

"Huh?" Conan suddenly thought of something, took the flowers and studied it, and then showed a "so it is" look, "The mechanism that controls the blooming of flowers should be the refrigerant—first use the air conditioner to close the flowers, and then At a certain time, the petals will open again... Although the principle is not difficult, it is really amazing to be able to come up with this idea."

  Suzuki Sonoko tapped his comment.

   Jiang Xia seems to have little interest in inquiring about other people's magic secrets.

   He quickly stood up like a serious person, patted his suit, as if he had already invested in his work: "Let's go to the venue first."

  Conan nodded, also the same idea:

  Since the threat actor clearly mentioned tonight's "banquet", whether he appeared in person, committed murder, or planted bombs at the venue, or other killing mechanisms, he would definitely leave traces on the venue.

  The best outcome, of course, is that the threat letter is really just a prank, so that no one will die at the dinner party.

  Conan secretly prays that he can spend today safely.

  …

   The three of them went around the scene a few times, but this kind of investigation was obviously completely different from the usual reasoning of choosing one out of three, four or five.

  Conan looked up at the people coming and going, and felt that everyone was suspicious, but after a closer look, no one was so suspicious.

   He finally sighed, looked away, walked to Jiang Xia, and tried to secretly flip through the reference book:

   "Did you see something?"

   "This..." Jiang Xia touched his chin, turned his head and looked to the side, with a bit of contemplation in his solemn eyes.

  Conan was stunned, and immediately became vigilant. He turned his head and followed Jiang Xia's gaze.

   I thought that I would see a suspicious person with snarky eyes.

   But not.

  —At the end of the line of sight is a dining table, the height of which is at the waist of an adult, and covered with a tablecloth that reaches the ground.

   A lady passed by dragging her long dress, and the breeze caused the tablecloth to sway slightly.

   "It's not easy to catch a deliberately disguised suspect among so many people. Since there is no gain in this regard, I think..."

  Jiang Xia squatted down, leaned close to Conan's ear, and whispered, "Why don't you look for bombs or other deadly objects—I always think it's easy to hide things under the table."

  Conan made a little out of words.

   He looked at the table covered with the tablecloth, then looked at his height, and finally met Jiang Xia's expectant eyes: "..."

   "Haha, it looks like I didn't come here today." Suzuki Sonoko also understood what Jiang Xia meant, slapped Conan on the forehead, and said solemnly, "Go, explorer!"

  Conan: "…"

   He stared condemningly at the two old schoolmates who abused child labor, and did not want to answer.

   However, after thinking about it, it actually makes more and more sense - what if there is really a bomb hidden under the table?

  Conan raised his head to measure the number of people in the banquet hall, and finally took advantage of Jiang Xia and Suzuki Sonoko's cover to get into the tablecloth while no one was paying attention.

  …

   After some exploration, unfortunately... No, luckily, there is nothing strange hidden under the dining table.

  Conan sighed and climbed out from under the table.

   He was about to tell Jiang Xia and Suzuki Sonoko about his achievements.

   As soon as he looked up, he saw a secretary-like person standing beside the two classmates.

   "You are the famous detective, right?" The secretary clicked and pushed his glasses, staring at Jiang Xia, his eyes lit up, "Well, I want to trouble you with something..."

   When Jiang Xia heard this, he felt like he understood something—as if he had come to sign an autograph.

   So he skillfully took out an autographed business card and handed it over.

  —Signatures cannot be given for free.

  However, you have to exchange the other party's own business card.