Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 200 I Don't Have a Sharkman

Hattori Heiji walked in the door carefully, and knelt down to check.After a while, he shook his head regretfully: "It's been dead for a while."

Jiang Xia stopped other people at the door to prevent them from destroying the scene.

At the same time, he looked down and saw Conan lying on the floor, looking at something intently.

Sensing Jiang Xia's gaze, Conan froze slightly.

After struggling for a moment, he felt that a mature detective should not hide clues in front of a murder case, so he sighed and said in a low voice: "There are some parallel and fine bloodstains on the ground, which should be left after the bloodstains were hastily wiped with some kind of fabric. Mark of."

"... Fabric." Jiang Xia recalled the scene he saw just now, and pointed to the corner by the door, "Is that it?"

Conan followed his direction and found a bloody rag: "!"

Hattori Heiji also quickly came back from the house, glanced at a group of suspects behind, and said in a low voice: "It was probably killed 10 to [-] minutes ago. In addition, in the pool of blood under the deceased, there are Some strange little particles... soaked for too long, can't tell what it is, maybe it's garbage on the ground?"

……

Relying on these alone, the clues don't seem to be complete enough.

Under the watchful eyes of the two young detectives, the answering machine did not disagree with each other and suddenly smeared the truth on their faces.

Jiang Xia sensed the presence of two eyes with a strong sense of presence, and it was a little strange to be stared at by them, so he picked up a topic at random: "Let's ask other people about their actions just now."

"Well, good." Conan and Hattori Heiji swished their heads away.

……

When they returned to the restaurant, other people also arrived, and sat at several tables apart, silently digesting the news of "the sudden and tragic death of the chief of the clan".

Just as Jiang Xia sat down, she suddenly felt something on the stool.

He looked down and saw a bloody handkerchief lying at his feet.The handkerchief was exquisite in workmanship, but one corner was missing, and there was a piece of crooked embroidery in the other corner. It didn't look like a handicraft, but more like a layman's hand-sewn.

Jiang Xia: "..."

Why under his stool?
Framed and framed?

He thought for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand and picked up the bloody handkerchief.

The moment he straightened up, Ichiro Somoto saw the scene here, pointed at him and screamed "Ah!"
"Why is there so much blood on this handkerchief? Have you ever been to my grandfather's room?!"

The others were startled, and turned their heads to look over, their gazes falling on Jiang Xia's hands.

However, the imaginary accusations of "So you are the murderer!" did not appear.

On the contrary, Xiao Ben Xiajiang suddenly got up and rushed over.

She held Jiang Xia's hand and carefully looked at the embroidery on the handkerchief, her face suddenly turned pale: "...I sewed this for Xiao Wu before."

Her fiancé, Takehiko Caicheng, was stunned when he heard this.

After a while, he touched his pocket suspiciously, but found nothing. His expression changed immediately, and he looked at Jiang Xia with a loss of thinking ability: "...you took it away?!"

Jiang Xia didn't seem to be very good at lying, and she tried to defend herself: "I didn't kill anyone."

……

In the crowd, a pair of eyes silently stared at this scene, with hidden excitement in their eyes, revealing a smile of "the plan has succeeded".

——A terrible famous detective like Jiang Xia.If he has been allowed to move freely, maybe something bad will happen.

But as it is now, things are much easier - after all, there are still many people from the same family on board, and Jiang Xia is just an outsider.Moreover, the family members are all afraid of death, as long as they suspect Jiang Xia a little bit, they can restrain Jiang Xia's actions and prevent him from investigating the case smoothly.

I was thinking secretly.

At this time, the next table.

Jiang Xia doesn't seem to like the feeling of being suspected either.He sighed, opened his chair and stood up: "Although I don't know why the handkerchief is with me... But since there are suspicions, I'll avoid them this time."

He was about to go.

However, at this moment, Ichiro Somoto's own mother, Mariko Somoto, suddenly let out a sneer.

She looked at Takehiko Caicheng, and said in a strange way:

"Jiang Xia is an outsider, how can he deliberately kill people, let me tell you, the murderer who killed my father must be you!
"I just passed by Dad's room and heard you arguing with him—your surname is not 'Xicun' at all, but 'Caicheng'. You are the son of that 'Caicheng Brave', right!"

(End of this chapter)