Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 635 Energy Mode

   Hattori Heiji looked at Jiang Xia's contemplative appearance and was stunned.

  ...If I remember correctly, every time Jiang Xia fell into thinking, his eyes would be like this, slightly lower than usual.

  After this, it often doesn't take long before Jiang Xia suddenly solves the case and exposes all the murderer's tricks.

   "..." Unexpectedly, this time, Jiang Xia would have a clue so quickly. Obviously this case is different from just now. This time, the case happened on a campus where people come and go, and the suspect can run away after the fight. Now, they haven't even defined the specific scope of the suspect...

   Hattori Heiji sighed sadly.

   But after hesitating for a moment, he temporarily gave up talking to Jiang Xia.

  ... Don't interrupt Jiang Xia's thoughts. What if he was thinking of a key point, and when he asked a question, his thoughts were lost.

Although he is very concerned about Jiang Xia solving the case faster than him, but to close the gap between the two, he still has to rely on the laggards to catch up, rather than trying to find a way to drag the leading people back to their original place... In addition, this time, although some people Provide Jiang Xia with an alibi, but Anshito and Jiang Xia are considered a group no matter how they look at it. The testimony of the unscrupulous boss may not be valid. Not a good thing.

   Thinking so, Hattori Heiji turned to look aside and ran to harass the crew: "Where is the newly sent script, and where are the previous ones? Show me."

   The deceased was a screenwriter who was in a state of disappearance, and now, he sent the second script with his forefoot, and he was beaten to death near the crew with his back foot... This script may hide a key secret.

  The director has made a lot of suspense dramas and knows a lot of detectives, including, of course, Hattori Heiji, a Kansai high school student detective with obvious characteristics and a high degree of recognition.

   Seeing that the police had no objection, he handed over the two scripts together.

   Hattori Heiji got the script and flipped through it roughly.

   Before taking a closer look, he suddenly thought of other clues that might be useful: "By the way, did your screenwriter take away or leave any specific items when he left?"

The director thought for a while, then hesitated: "I don't know what luggage he brought. However, after he disappeared, we asked the staff to open his room once - no one saw him for two consecutive days, We thought he was alone in the room and something happened. However, after opening the room, there was no one in the room except for the note he left saying 'leave for a while'. He didn't like to clean up the room, It was messy and stuffed up, we didn't take a closer look and left soon."

   The two of them just said a few words, and next to him, Jiang Xia seemed to have regained his senses and approached.

   Hattori Heiji glanced over, his eyes were complicated, and he felt a little distressed about the reasoning he had just developed-the puzzle that he had obtained was suddenly solved by others.

   However, this time, Jiang Xia didn't even start by saying "the murderer is probably XX", which made the blood pressure of the colleagues and the criminals soar at the same time.

   He just joined the team looking for clues like a serious detective: "If that's the case, let's go to the room of the deceased first. According to experience, the place where the deceased lived usually leaves some useful hints."

"In addition, Hattori is right, there may also be clues hidden in these two scripts." Jiang Xia pointed to the two manuscripts in Hattori Heiji's hand, "Print a few more copies and send them to others to see, Maybe someone can go through them and think of key cues."

"Okay." The director and the screenwriter have a good relationship. Although he is sad about the death of his friend at this time, he is, after all, a big-hearted director who has made many suspense dramas. He quickly entered the state of a tool man and sent the script to Police, let them print a few more copies.

   After that, he started to lead the way: "We live not far from here, just two streets ahead of the Zhifeng Hotel."

Next to   , Amuro Toru leaned against the tree and wandered about when he heard the word "hotel", his stagnant eyes moved slightly, and his eyes regained a little light.

   He straightened up and followed the team heading to the hotel looking for clues.

  ——There are not many hotels around here. The hotel he booked with Jiang Xia happened to be this Zhifeng Hotel.

  ...Maybe we can find a chance to rest for a while. Amuro Toru looked at the building two blocks away and sighed silently.

  …

When    arrived at the hotel, Jiang Xia discovered that the room the deceased stayed in was actually on the same floor as his room.

   Toru Amuro's room, of course, is also nearby.

   After Jiang Xia and the police entered the screenwriter's room and began to search for suspicious items.

  Amuro looked at the police in the aisle and felt that the environment here was quite safe, so he temporarily gave up the plan of "stalking Jiang Xia in person" and told the nearby police.

   In this case, Jiang Xia, who was pointed at by the deceased, was an important witness.

   And An Shitou, who was on the same road with Jiang Xia, naturally became a more important witness.

   But the witnesses refused to stay with the police, and the police had nothing to do. You can only write down Amuro Toru's room number first, and then continue to try to solve the case.

   Amuro Toru successfully left the scene, and his whole body relaxed a lot. He hurried back to his room.

  …

   A few kilometers away, in the tall and straight police station building.

   Kazami Yuya wore a flashlight on his head, a stunner and an anesthesia gun on his waist, and two hypnotizing bombs that could "die together" in his pockets when necessary, and crawled carefully in a ventilation duct.

   When he was about to exit, his phone vibrated twice.

   A call came in.

   Feng Jianyu also freed his hand, took out his mobile phone, and glanced at the number displayed on the screen.

   I saw that it was his reliable boss-Jiangu Ling.

   immediately answered the phone seriously and reported the situation:

   "Mr. Fugu, we have already checked the 5th to 7th floors, and we haven't found anything yet."

   The voice of Toru Amuro soon came from the opposite side: "Well, don't worry, take your time."

   In this incident, Toru Amuro's requirements for the efficiency of his subordinates are actually not high.

  ——In his opinion, when his subordinates were waiting outside the bathroom for Matsuda to come out a few hours ago, Matsuda had probably already left the police station along the ventilation duct.

   And he asked his subordinates to check the ventilation pipe again, just in case, to prevent Matsuda, whose health status is unknown, from staying in the pipe and being locked up as a corpse.

   Therefore, this low-standard task of "finding someone before starving to death", it doesn't matter if it is a few hours earlier and a few hours later... If it ends later, he can just rest for a while.

  Amuro remembered the days he had lived in the past few days, and couldn't help but sighed: "...Wanting to sleep and not being able to sleep is really a kind of torture."

   Not being able to sleep and being disrupted by unexpected situations every day is even more so.

   (end of this chapter)