Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 1580 1580 [Ireland is also the core of the stage]

As Conan spoke, he frowned: "Afterwards, the passer-by didn't stand still in place, and didn't even come to find me, or to argue with the person who fell from the building, but turned around quickly from the other corner before the crowd gathered. escaped."

Jiang Xia came back to her senses, and quickly grasped the key point of the words.

He also frowned like Conan, and his eyes were stained with thought, suspicion, and memory, and of course, a little bit of confidence as a famous detective was added as the finishing touch.

Soon, the false detective expressed what was in Conan's mind: "This man's behavior is too similar to the passers-by who were victims in the previous two falling incidents—but this kind of escape reaction is actually very abnormal, almost like some Wanted criminals dare not call the police after being victimized, and can only swallow the bitter fruit silently."

Conan nodded in relief. The other party could understand his thoughts without spending too much time. He felt the joy of meeting a confidant.He turned his head to look at the group of onlookers in front of him, and pointed to one of them, a tall man with a scared face, who was walking up and down the scene:
"Although I have never been hit by a person who fell from a building, no matter how you look at it, when a normal passer-by is almost involved in an incident, it should be his reaction."

Jiang Xia followed Conan's direction and looked over: "This person is...?"

Conan: "When the person who fell from the building just now fell, he was right below. If my ball hadn't hit the person who fell, he would have died on the spot along with the person who fell from the building."

Speaking of this, he stared at this innocent passer-by, and suddenly fell silent: "..." Why is this big brother who was almost smashed, who looks black-haired and black-eyed, and is an Asian in London?And just now he seemed to have heard this person say "Scared me to death" in Japanese, with a faint Tokyo accent, so to be precise, this was another Tokyo native.

…Tokyo people in London, what’s going on these days?
Jiang Xia also took a second look at the passerby who survived the catastrophe, and then asked another thing: "By the way, the passerby who escaped, did you see his appearance clearly?"

Conan seriously recalled the scene at that time, and shook his head regretfully: "At that time, my attention was mainly on the person who fell from the building, and that person was wearing a pair of wide sunglasses, so I couldn't see his face clearly. It's just that I remember his The figure is very tall, consistent with the description of the previous witnesses, but..."

Conan's voice paused for a while: "But this time, the passer-by who escaped this time did not have golden hair, but a dark brown that is not so conspicuous."

Jiang Xia seemed to have some idea about this: "The sunshine today is not too harsh. Since he is wearing sunglasses on his face, it means that he may be using those sunglasses as a disguise. Since it is a disguise, then add a wig, or dye his hair Another color would make sense."

"It's too suspicious." No matter how he thought about it, Conan felt that the passer-by had a huge problem. He played back the blurry image he saw just now in his mind over and over again, and suddenly found another problem.

"By the way! When the man walked away quickly, his movements were a little awkward, as if he didn't want to affect the injury on his body." As he spoke, Conan also took two steps, imitating Ireland's movements at that time.

Two seconds later, he pressed his shoulder and suddenly realized: "That person was injured on his shoulder! Do you still remember that those onlookers who witnessed the scene of the falling building said last night that the person who was unfortunately hit was Injured shoulder!"

Jiang Xia nodded, and said what Conan was thinking: "The person who escaped today is the passer-by who was hit once yesterday... It is even possible that he was almost hit when he was in Tokyo. that person."

"That's right!" Conan came to this conclusion with certainty, feeling that he had caught a corner of a conspiracy, "That tall passer-by in black has a big problem!"

But after a while, his expression gradually became puzzled: there must be some kind of conspiracy hidden in this matter, but...

Conan scratched his head: "Whose plot would be to let himself be hit by falling people all the time?"

He was confused for a moment, and quickly straightened out the cause and effect relationship: "Could it be that someone wanted to smash the tall man in black to death, and the identity of the tall man in black was not visible, so even if he was smashed, he could only kill him." Aggrieved and fled before the police arrived?"

No matter how you look at it, this is the most reasonable guess.

Conan: "..." But, can anyone really do such a miraculous thing as "using a falling building to hit people with precision"?
In at least the first two cases, he failed to find any clues to such a conspiracy.It was as if everything was really just a coincidence, the case happened naturally, and the tall man in black was involved only because he was unlucky.

But if it is a coincidence, this is already the third time, and the interval between each other is not long, it is almost like a death movie obsessed with the same theme.

and many more!

Conan suddenly felt that he had caught something. Several key words collided in his mind one after another, and the next word that might be related to the case was derived: movie...actor...stage...

……stage? !

Conan: "..." Is this incident related to "that adult" behind the woman in black who gave him the passport? !Is this another stage carefully arranged by that person?
Thinking of the mysterious figure hidden in the layers of darkness, Conan couldn't help clenching his fists: "..." Judging from Okiya Subaru's reaction after he mentioned the "stage" in the magic stadium, about this matter Mr. Okiya must know a lot of inside information.

It's a pity that I couldn't pry anything out of that graduate student's mouth—this person's mouth was too strict.

Conan: "..." Speaking of which, as another core of the "stage", is Mr. Okiya still alive?
With all kinds of information converging, Conan only felt that his mind was in a mess—he could feel that this series of things seemed to be very important, but the clues in his hands were extremely fragmented, and even these limited clues were all lingering in a ball Full of malicious black mist.He seems to be very close to the "that adult" hiding behind the scenes, but in fact he knows nothing about him.

"Don't worry." Conan comforted himself in his heart, "It's useless to be anxious after all. Calm down, no matter how terrifying the enemy is, there must be a way to deal with it... In short, start with what you can do in front of you, such as..."

He raised his head and looked sharply at the newly released crime scene in front of him.

——Maybe he can catch the clues of "that lord" in this case.

Layers you can't see in Conan.

Jiang Xia, who had already stood upright and was a little taller than Conan, looked down at him. From the changing expression of this mini-detective, he guessed with great interest his mental journey at this time.

(End of this chapter)