Corpse collector in Conan

Chapter 2788 2792 [Case Closed] Monthly Ticket Request (`)

Jiang Xia: "In other words, the process at that time was roughly that when the waiter pushed out the dining cart with Peking duck from the back kitchen, the murderer immediately realized that the time had come and quietly applied potassium cyanide on the back of the round plate.

"Who knew that at this time, Conan started to turn the round table to get the dipping sauce and chili oil in order to eat the buns.

"The murderer was surprised and nervous, and could only keep turning the eggs back in front of him and continue to apply poison. So when Conan just let go, the round plate would immediately return to its position, and it looked like there was a spring under the plate."

"I see..." Inspector Yokomizo felt that he understood everything. He stretched out his hand to turn the round table like a student who had just learned the formula and was trying to apply it. "In other words, when the dipping sauce was in front of you and the chili oil was in front of the screenwriter, the person facing the two plates of eggs was the murderer."

As he spoke, he pressed the tabletop and rotated.

Soon, the round plate stopped at the same position as before.

The two plates of eggs on the table were like a blunt arrow, pointing directly at the stunned director.

"Is it him?" Inspector Yokomizo sighed, and suddenly thought of a doubt, "But the wet wipe of the deceased was stained with a large amount of potassium cyanide. Judging from its distribution and quantity, it doesn't seem to be stained when the deceased wiped his fingers, but more like the poison was directly dropped on it."

-If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been so sure that Jiang Xia was the murderer who replaced the wet wipes.

Jiang Xia: "I remember that before the Peking duck was served, the director went to the bathroom alone. He should have taken out the potassium cyanide he brought with him at that time, and then applied it to his wet wipes.

"After that, he returned to his seat with a wet wipe stained with a large amount of potassium cyanide, and as I said just now, after the Peking duck was pushed out, he used this wet wipe to wipe the back of the round plate, secretly applying poison.

"The deceased pushed the round table as he expected, and the poison was on his fingertips. Then, as he planned, he grabbed the Peking duck roll and ate it, and died of poisoning.

"The scene was very chaotic at the time, and no one would deliberately pay attention to everyone's actions. It was at that time that the director walked to the side of the deceased and quietly replaced the wet wipes next to the deceased with his own wet wipes dipped in poison.

"And because the deceased had used his own wet wipes to wipe the porridge on his pants before, when changing the wet wipes, the director also deliberately dipped his own wet wipes dipped in porridge."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xia looked at the middle-aged murderer wearing sunglasses: "It was a very careful murder plan, but there was a small mistake in the middle - the deceased was wearing a pair of jeans today.

"That is to say, if you check your wet wipes now, you should be able to find the pigment and fibers left by the deceased when wiping the jeans, and if you are lucky, there will be dandruff on your hands.

"In addition, the poisoned wet wipes next to the deceased should also have traces of your use. As long as we do a chemical analysis and comparison, it will not be difficult to find specific evidence."

Inspector Yokomizo: "..." Just now, the forensic police only checked the poison on the wet wipes, but they did not check these details. If they were to find out by themselves, it would probably take a long time... Tsk, detectives are really useful.

Inspector Yokomizo was muttering to himself.

Next to him, the director who was identified gradually thawed from his stiffness.

He shook his head, took a deep breath, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself. Then he leaned back in his chair and sighed in the rising smoke: "I really can't forgive that guy."

Vodka: "..." Why are you different from those murderers who knelt on the ground with a plop? The pre-swing is so long... Humph, you are indeed a special actor invited by a special script. Fortunately, I didn't fall for it just now, and I didn't let the wish of "I hope there is no Uzo in the world" overwhelm my mind and do something I shouldn't do.

Downstairs, the director didn't know what the audience was whispering. He was concentrating on recalling his past: "If that guy hadn't let Lihua die, I wouldn't have thought of killing him."

"Lihua?"

Several outsiders were unfamiliar with this name, but the screenwriter and assistant director at the same table understood it immediately: "Are you talking about the heroine who died a year ago? But that was caused by an accident during the filming. What does it have to do with Kawabata?"

"A sudden accident?" The director sneered, "That was not an accident, it was a complete murder."

The screenwriter and assistant director were stunned.

The director extinguished his cigarette heavily: "The final shot of that movie was extremely difficult. According to the original plan, it should have been performed by a professional stunt actor. But during the actual filming, the performer was temporarily replaced by Lihua... Kawabata agreed to this.

"The movie sold well because of this. When I questioned Kawabata, the guy smiled and said something like 'That child has a dream. She hopes that all her shots will be shot by herself. I am just helping her realize this great wish'.

"Liva has no experience and doesn't understand the danger, but Kawabata must know. He had so many opportunities to stop it, but for the sake of the movie, he actually pretended to be deaf and dumb and agreed to let her perform in person!"

Vodka: "..." But if he didn't agree, the one who would kill him might be the stuntman who had an accident and was tragically disabled during the difficult scenes, and maybe the girl would be included in the package to create a serial murder case... Hiss, is this Uzo's sure-kill situation? Remember it and avoid it in the future.

Downstairs, the assistant director and screenwriter were shocked to hear these inside stories that were so close to them but they didn't know about them.

But they soon realized one thing. The assistant director asked in confusion: "Kawabata did something wrong, but why did you kill him for revenge? I remember that you didn't like the heroine very much. You always said in front of everyone that she was a layman in the acting industry and always scolded her."

The bearded director heard this and smiled helplessly. His smile was so tender that everyone at the table shuddered.

"This is the fate that we directors can't escape." The director shook his head and sighed, "I really didn't like her at first. If the producer hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have let Lihua join the crew at all.

"But in the subsequent months of filming, I had to keep my eyes on her in the camera. Every move and expression of hers, every bit of persistence and sweat were clearly magnified in my eyes... I don't know when I started to fall in love with her. "

Vodka: "..." Don't know when it started? I do know - probably when you passed by some little bitch.

Inspector Yokomizo listened to this story and yawned quietly: Compared with the love-hate relationship of these guys, he just wanted to get off work early and have a peaceful dinner.

He stood up and patted the director: "Okay, let's talk about the rest when we get to the police station. It's time to go. "