Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 233 On the Feasibility of Leading Jiang Xia to the Bomb

Jiang Xia was not very interested in this topic, he glanced at the cable car that was close at hand, and comforted him:

"Don't worry, it's impossible for the attacker to find out your identity. Maybe the 'one' refers to just the horizontal line in Conan's 'nan' (ナン), or a horizontal line drawn from someone's name.

"Compared to this, the four new people, although there are numbers in their names, they have nothing to do with Uncle Maori—are these people really the targets of the attackers?"

Conan frowned slightly: "...Indeed."

Too many anomalies and too few clues.But one thing was for sure—he smelled conspiracy, and it was strong.

……

As he was getting closer to the crowd, Jiang Xia stopped discussing the case with the elementary school students. He entered the cable car with the others.

The cable car has no driver, and there is a button printed with "start" on the front part.

After everyone got in the car, Jiang Xia raised his hand and pressed it.The self-driving cable car starts slowly and takes a car of digital humans to the restaurant on the sea, which is isolated from the land.

Jiang Xia was admiring the scene on the sea, and suddenly felt two people trembling beside him.

He turned his head and saw Mori Kogoro and the gourmet writer Nishina Minoru who were sitting with stern faces. Jiang Xia was taken aback, expressing a bit of human concern: "Are you all right?"

"No, it's fine!"

The two pale-faced adult men shook their heads at the same time.

Mori Kogoro is afraid of heights.

Minoru Nishina is afraid of water.

The cable car erected on the sea made them dare not look out the window at all, so they had to lower their heads and stare at the ground together, praying that they would arrive soon.

……

A few minutes later, the cable car finally landed at the underwater restaurant.

Mori Kogoro and Nishina Minoru ejected out of the car, stepped on the ground with a whoosh, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Together with others, they entered the underwater restaurant.

A lot of money has been spent on this building, and the decoration is very hard-core-although it is exposed on the sea, the main part is buried deep in the sea.

There was an elevator in front of the cable car, Jiang Xia went in, and pressed down on the bottom floor after other people came in.

The elevator went down quickly and brought them to the underwater restaurant.

……

The hall is clear and bright, and the wall is actually composed of a huge fish tank in a circle, in which there are all kinds of beautiful fish swimming leisurely.

Several dining tables are placed in the hall, and in the center of the hall, a bright red Ferrari F40 is parked—it is not a car at this time, but an expensive ornament that shows its status.

"Wow~" Nana Koyama let out a scream of surprise. With her long legs unique to supermodels, she approached the sports car to look at it. She circled around this cool car several times, wishing she could open the door and sit in it— — She especially likes sports cars.

The eyes of other people also fell on the car, or were attracted by the surrounding seascape, and looked up.

Jiang Xia still remembers the business.

He looked around the hall: "I didn't see Mr. Xu, is he in the office now?"

Shido Yongming approached with a camera with great interest, and took two pictures of Jiang Xia Kaka with the blue fish tank as the background.Hearing the model's question, he fiddled with the camera and replied casually: "The meeting place written in the email Mr. Xu sent me is this hall."

The Mumu Police Department frowned and looked at the watch. Now, the time has passed three o'clock, and it is the time Xu Shengyi made an appointment with the guest.

But Xu Shengyi was late.For an industrialist with a reputation for leanness, this was an anomaly.

The Shiratori Police Department’s complexion changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: “He must have been killed by Murakami—the seabed is a common place to dump corpses, not to mention that this restaurant has just been completed, so there must be a lot of usable materials…”

The Mumu Police Department looked at him quite speechlessly: "...you are overthinking. Although it is an assault case, there has been no homicide so far. What's more, it is a big scene like 'throwing a corpse at the bottom of the sea'—where is the injury lying down?" It’s possible, wait a little longer, if he still doesn’t show up, we’ll go find him.”

——The Mumu Police Department always feels that Shiratori Rensaburo, a young talent, looks like a serious person, but in fact he likes to make up some exaggerated criminal investigation blockbusters without authorization.

The last time the entire police department was dispatched to search for Miwako Sato, a lot of police force was wasted. In this case, apart from Sato and Takagi who were the culprits, Shiratori Police Department, the guy who made up the "Kidnapping of the Police Flower" in his head, can also be called It is indispensable.

Just as he was thinking, a voice came from beside him.

Minoru Nishina heard what Shiratori Police Department said just now, Fox asked: "'Killed by Murakami'? What do you mean?"

Mu Mu's police department was startled, and then he remembered that he forgot to explain to these celebrities the reason why the police came to find Xu Shengyi.

"It's like this..." He skillfully talked about the summary of the previous situation that he had said several times.

Jiang Xia's ears are almost hearing the callus.He sighed, and whispered to the policeman next to him, "I'll look elsewhere."

"Let's go too!"

Imazaburo Shiratori and Kogoro Mori were obviously also very concerned about Katsuyoshi Asahi being late.

A group of people separated, and searched everywhere while the Mumu Police Department was explaining the summary of the previous situation.

……

Several people briefly checked the rooms, but found no corpses, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

So they all returned to the hall.

At this time, the Mumu police department had already told the celebrities who stayed at the table about the case so far.

Then a table of people sat together and reasoned, and found that the names of the people present were just enough to make up people from "eight" to "one".

——Jiang Xia's "Jiang" still couldn't escape the fate of being dismembered, so he just got dismantled and went out to make up for it.

……

"But there is a problem."

Sure enough, Peter Ford also noticed a certain abnormality, and he asked: "Although our names contain numbers, we have never had any contact with Mr. Maori Kogoro... Could it be that you are thinking too much?" ?”

"Even if you don't know Uncle Maori, it doesn't mean that you are in a safe place-the perpetrator may have other purposes. For example, his target of revenge is not only Uncle Maori himself, but also one of you, or some people."

Jiang Xia pulled out a stool, sat across from him, and asked in an anticlimactic manner, "Do you have any ideas?"

"..."

Several celebrities looked at each other for a moment, remembering the suspect "Murakami Takeshi" given by the Megure Police Department, trying to recall things related to this guy.

It was Peter Ford who shook his head first. This strong foreign man looked very innocent: "I have no impression at all."

Food writer Minoru Nishina and photographer Nagato Shishido changed their expressions slightly as they remembered something.

"I used to be a location interview reporter for a while." Nishina Minoru hesitated, "Once I went to the prison to interview, I interviewed Murakami Takeshi."

"I also saw him in the prison." Shishido Yongming nodded, "When I was a volunteer, I took portraits of murderers in the prison."

The three of them had said it, Jiang Xia and the policeman's eyes fell on the other person beside him.

Koyamauchi Nana met their gazes, subconsciously biting her nails, her eyes were shaken, and she looked obviously guilty: "Take Murakami... When did he get out of prison?"

Jiang Xia counted the time, but didn't understand it, and said perfunctorily: "I was just released a few days ago."

With that said, he turned his head to look at the Mumu Police Department, motioning for the professional to add details.

However, before Mumu police department reported the count, Koyama Uchi Nana suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

She replied emphatically, "Then I don't know him—never heard of him."

Conan looked at her suspiciously, and asked in a child's voice, "But, Sister Koyamauchi, why did you look so flustered just now? Did you think of any clues?"

"What clues can I have!" Nana Koyama's voice suddenly became louder as if her tail had been stepped on.

She obviously didn't want to talk about this topic, so she stood up and pointed her long nails towards Nishina Minoru, and changed the subject aggressively:
"Speaking of which, I've been meaning to say it for a long time—you wrote that crap book called "Paris Restaurant", right? Every restaurant you recommend on it is worse than the last one. Do you really know what food is? !"

(End of this chapter)