Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 1977 1977 [Dark Workplace]

Any period of time that disappears out of thin air is considered suspicious, and serious detectives will never let it go.

Jiang Xia then asked: "How long did it take him to write the report?"

"More than 20 minutes." Yoko Shimizu stabbed everyone equally, then looked at the eyes of the three classmates next to him looking at him, and scratched his head in hindsight.

The desire to survive quietly sprouted, and he added: "Although Takeno has been alone in the next room, there is no door in that room, and this is the fifth floor, so he cannot leave - I can testify that he has never gone out from the living room."

When Mouri Kogoro heard Jiang Xia ask these questions, he suddenly had a new suspect: "But you are from a mountaineering club! It's only the fifth floor. It's not difficult to climb down with some props."

The homeowner did not expect that he would be the next target: "A smooth building is completely different from mountain climbing. If you know how to climb a mountain, you may not be able to climb a building. Moreover, the window in my house has a safety design. Normally, only a gap can be opened for ventilation. There was no way to get people through.”

 As he said that, he opened the door and went to the room and showed the window to the police. It really can't be opened very much.

Maya Hashimoto suddenly remembered something. He stared at the window and then at the balcony, thinking deeply but not daring to say anything: it had only been less than half an hour since he had joined the detective team.

Rather than his passion for work, it is obvious that the anti-Uzo code of "try not to get involved in a case, and if you are unfortunate enough to get involved, just hide in a corner and be a transparent person." has firmly taken hold of his instincts.

At this moment, a voice sounded from the side and said words that he did not dare to speak.

"But it's so strange!" Conan said, "At around 10 o'clock, we happened to be on the way home from the convenience store. At that time, only the living room and balcony of your house had lights on, and this room was dark - since we were rushing to report , Big brother, why don’t you turn on the light?”

 The house owner was startled: "This..."

Before he could say anything, Mouri Kogoro waved his hand boredly: "If the window can't be opened, then this is a secret room. Since he is not the murderer, you don't care whether he turned on the lights or not - maybe he just drank too much and didn't want to be caught. My friend found out, so I found an excuse to write a report and secretly vomited in the room."

 Conan: “…”

Maya Hashimoto: "..." If that little boy is his colleague, then on the other hand, maybe Mouri Kogoro, who is not interested in solving the case, is an innocent person who has nothing to do with Usa?

As expected of a detective, he naturally faces off against some insidious and cunning criminals.

but…

 He suddenly remembered something.

“An enemy of an enemy may not be a friend, but may also be a competitor—after all, it is a last-place elimination system. In addition to dragging oneself away, dragging others away is actually an effective way to survive.”

Other leaders may hate this kind of infighting that reduces their strength, but Uzo...

Maya Hashimoto shook her head, shaking some terrible boss images out of her mind. At the same time, she felt a little lucky: "Fortunately, I am new here, and I used to be Mr. Ireland's subordinate. No one would have thought that I am also under Uzo now." Let’s be a member—the enemy is in the open and I’m in the dark, so at least I don’t have to worry about being targeted by them.”

So he said nothing, as if unaware of the dirty infighting, pretending that he was just a non-threatening doctor passing by.

 On the other hand, the gap between adults and children is huge.

Mouri Kogoro's words were obviously recognized by the police. Conan, who was temporarily defeated, quietly retreated while no one was paying attention to him, and then started searching around the room. Now I open the drawer and look at the slingshot inside, and sometimes I look at the phone on the table.

Jiang Xia's eyes also fell over, and she followed the clues.

Maya Hashimoto looked at Conan for a while, and then at Jiang Xia, like a rookie who had just entered a new workplace, constantly observing secretly, absorbing the various rules around him like a sponge, feeling like he had learned everything he saw.

"If you are an adult, you will probably face a lot of trouble if you are discovered in such a random search. But it is difficult for a first-grade primary school student to secretly open a drawer and take a look.  "So this 'Baker Street' around Jiang Xia Guerrilla', no, it should be called 'Mika Town Guerrilla' here. It should have provided him with a lot of conveniences, maybe even more indispensable than 'Watson'... I have to work hard. "

 …

 Once Conan became obsessed with solving crimes, his attention to the surroundings dropped a lot.

Under Maya Hashimoto's gaze, he looked at the slingshot in the drawer and the landline phone on the table, then ran to look at the fish tank, and soon found a small section of thin red line in the fish tank. After thinking for a moment, Conan looked at the ashtray on the coffee table, and then suddenly ran out.

 “Conan?” Mao Lilan was startled and wanted to catch up.

 However, an enthusiastic classmate had already followed.

Jiang Xia is very reliable: "I'll go take a look, don't worry."

 His figure also disappeared at the door.

Maya Hashimoto looked to his left, then to his left, and followed him as if nothing had happened - the surrounding area was too dangerous, but the area near Jiangxia was relatively safe and more conducive for him to collect intelligence.

 …

Jiang Xia didn't run down too far and quickly stopped on one of the floors.

Conan pushed up his glasses and said, "You must have noticed it too."

Jiang Xia nodded and looked at one of the doors on this floor: "Uncle Maoli's classmate's room is just below the deceased's dining room. And when the crime occurred, the glass here suddenly broke."

The old classmate was still watching the excitement upstairs, but Conan pushed the door open without any politeness.

Jiang Xia followed in.

The two figures disappeared into the room. At the corner of the corridor, Maya Hashimoto quietly poked her head in and discovered another wonderful use of Conan.

“It was as if he was actively opening the door to invite Jiang Xia in. He seemed to have a very good relationship with Jiang Xia... Are even primary school students so dedicated these days?”

Hashimoto Maya hesitated for a moment, although some intuition made him not want to get close to Jiang Xia—perhaps it was the natural opposition between the lawless maniac and the righteous detective. But when he saw that the child who was suspected to be a colleague was very motivated, he could only take a deep breath and bravely approached, wanting to join the team.

 …

Jiang Xia entered the old classmate's house and soon came to the house next door.

 The windows here were broken and the pieces fell into the house. This kind of mark is usually caused by something flying from outside and hitting the window, breaking the window. But when he glanced at the ground, he didn't find the heavy object that should have been there.

Jiang Xia turned on the flashlight. The flashlight light shone on the ground and suddenly stopped on several glass fragments.

He walked over, squatted down, and examined it carefully: "There is blood on it, and it is still very fresh. Judging from the time and place, it may be the blood of the victim downstairs."

Conan was startled: "How did you end up in such a place?"

 (End of this chapter)