When the first-grade child laborer was carrying a camera and working hard at the murder scene.
In the corridor outside the toilet door.
Jiang Xia yawned secretly, turned to look at the cabin, and glanced at the group of passengers.
Jiang Xia: "..." A murder suddenly occurred on the plane. For such a big thing, wouldn't there be a police officer to take care of it?
There was no hope for Tokyo's search. When the plane took off, Megure Police Department, Sato Miwako and others were still busy finishing the last murder case.
But now, the plane is almost arriving in the UK. Shouldn't two British policemen come?
…
——If a murder occurs somewhere in a city, the police are undoubtedly one of the groups most likely to receive information.
In other words, holding the local police's business card means you have more opportunities to wander around the crime scene... and the sealed environment of an airplane will definitely cultivate a feeling of sympathy between the detective and the police.
I was thinking with some anticipation.
At this time, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"?"
Jiang Xia turned around and saw that the stewardesses had finally come to their senses.
They whispered worriedly, "Is it really okay to let that kid film the scene?"
"Of course." Jiang Xia explained patiently as if "it's not a big problem." "Children are more careful. And his unique perspective can also help us discover many hidden problems."
"...Yes, is that so?"
The stewardess looked at his very natural expression and couldn't help but have a new understanding of the concept of "first-grade child".
Just as he was talking, a few people suddenly came over from the first class cabin.
A staff member led a man and a woman through the corridor and quickly approached the toilet door.
The two passengers were blond, with deep facial features, and they walked upright.
Jiang Xia looked at them, suddenly thought of something, his eyes dimly lit up, he silently moved away from the wall he was lazily leaning on, and stood up straight.
…
Among the two foreign passengers, the woman walked in front. She had a hawk-like nose and deep eyes, and her hair was tied up in a high bun. Even though she did not speak, a majestic temperament continued to flow from her body.
The two came to the bathroom door and looked inside.
The blonde woman's eyes briefly glanced behind the corpse, at the neck and hands, and she frowned.
Soon she said in English: "Emergency patient? But this person looks like he has been dead for a while - this is probably the scene of a murder, and you should not enter without permission. If the key evidence is erased because of random browsing..."
She scanned the crowd in front of her with stern eyes, and when her eyes passed by Jiang Xia, she suddenly paused and couldn't say the next words.
Next to her, the British man was looking at Conan in the toilet in surprise.
Hearing what she said, the man slowly came to his senses, stretched out his arms quickly, picked up Conan, and muttered to himself: "This is not a children's playground."
The flight attendants looked around. Although they didn't know who these two people were, they instinctively felt nervous that they had done something wrong.
Seeing that the blond woman's eyes had been falling on Jiang Xia, they explained in a low voice in fluent but not particularly standard English: "Well, this gentleman is a detective. I heard that he has solved many cases for our police there, so
We asked him to come over for help, I hope you can understand."
Speaking of this, the flight attendants realized something belatedly:
...Wait a minute, who are these two people?
As if aware of their doubts, the blonde woman came back to her senses.
She took off her coat and took it in her hand, revealing a neat white shirt underneath - what she was wearing turned out to be a British police uniform.
Jiang Xia: “…” You’re still wearing this when traveling across the country? You’re so dedicated.
However, no matter what, the police came to the door...
Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became much friendlier.
Conan held the camera and kept a low profile beside him. He originally thought that based on his sense of presence, he would be able to become invisible smoothly.
However, soon, the blonde woman's eyes fell on him.
Conan: "!"
When he was a child, he was trained a little psychologically by the strict concubine Yingli, so every time he faced a woman of similar age to Xiaolan's mother, he would inevitably feel timid.
However, when the blond woman spoke, Conan realized that her voice was a little gentler than at first: "Are you filming the crime scene?"
Conan nodded cautiously.
The blonde woman knelt down and took the camera from his hand.
She lowered her body, and Conan suddenly caught a glimpse of the police title on the woman's shoulder.
He was stunned, and after a while, his eyes turned into starry eyes, just like Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan who were chasing stars.
While the blond woman was checking the camera, Conan walked to the side, stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Xia, and whispered: "He is actually the chief superintendent of Scotland Yard, or a policewoman... That police title is so handsome!"
Jiang Xia: "..."
...Isn’t Conan’s star-chasing direction a little strange?
Conan was excited for a while, and his curious eyes quickly fell on the British man beside him: "Where is that man?"
He asked in a low voice while standing on tiptoes, trying to see the other person's shoulders.
But apparently it didn't work out.
Jiang Xia turned around and glanced: "Police Inspector."
"..." Conan sighed, disappointed, "It's so low."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xia noticed that the police inspector's ears moved and glanced towards them.
So Jiang Xia went back and made up for it: "It's not too low."
Conan still sighed: "But the person next to him is the Chief Superintendent! They are obviously about the same age..."
"..."
Inspector Asa finally couldn't help but turned his head, glanced at them faintly, and spoke in proficient Japanese: "Children, step aside and don't get too close to the crime scene - the corpse is not what you should see.
s things."
Jiang Xia: "..." Conan said you have a low police rank, what does it have to do with me? You actually got involved in a conspiracy.
Conan didn't expect that the other party had such good hearing and fluent Japanese, so he could only touch the back of his head and smile awkwardly.
But in this way, he also understood why this man followed the blond woman-perhaps to be used as a translator.
Conan: "..." But why would such a person go to Japan? It can't be for tourism.
In addition, there is another more urgent matter...
Conan pulled Jiang Xia and muttered with a sense of crisis: "Wait, the police are here, how should we solve the case?" The British police would probably not be as friendly to them as the Tokyo police.
Didn't build up credibility.
Just as he was thinking about it, the blond woman suddenly stopped looking at the camera and turned her head to look over.
