1483 [The real culprit who ruined Jiangxias reputation]
After using his proven hand speed, he signed the signature of this well-informed passenger.
Jiang Xia mingled with the investigation team and returned to the back where there were few people.
Inspector Asa opened the deceased's bag and searched it carefully. He saw that there were still those familiar wallets, cameras, tickets, passports, etc. inside.
Apart from that, he only had some cigarettes and a few magazines in his bag. There was also nothing that could hide a murder weapon.
While Jiang Xia was watching, he casually asked Tachikawa Chizuru next to him: "From what the passenger said, the deceased was a very famous photographer during his lifetime?"
"Famous? That's not really the case. That guy was just lucky enough to take a relatively stunning picture once. Since then, he has not been famous. He can only follow the secret news like a paparazzi, and then rely on blackmail to get rich.
Rich people make a living."
Tachikawa Chizuru sighed: "But he did win a big prize - four years ago, an apartment caught fire, and a mother had no time to escape from the fire scene, so she could only stand on the balcony, stretch her arms hard, and hand over the baby
It was given to the firefighter standing on the fire escape. That scene was filled with despair and hope, and life was accompanied by death, and the big eagle just captured that scene..."
As she was talking, she suddenly realized that she was off topic: "Oh, no matter what award he has won! When can we go back? Standing all the time is very tiring. I am not a murderer, so why should I always be treated as a suspect!"
"The words of the murderer..." A string of English words suddenly sounded next to him. The British passenger who had been silent all the way released shocking news as soon as he opened his mouth:
"The murderer should be that man. After all, among the four of us, he was the only one who lied - he said that he had been sleeping and had never been to the bathroom. But before, when the lady asked the flight attendant for airsickness medicine, I saw
His seat is empty.
"Furthermore, he happened to have films on his body that the deceased was suspected of trying to sell. Didn't the deceased's luggage contain the films for sale? Wasn't it really taken away by the murderer?"
Saunuma Noboru's English was not very good, but he still managed to understand some of it. He was immediately furious: "How many times have I told you, I've been sleeping in my seat! Why on earth do you keep framing me?... I understand, you just
It’s the murderer! You were worried that your crime would be exposed, so you couldn’t wait to introduce a scapegoat, and I was the unlucky guy chosen by you!”
Edward tilted his head and looked at him, looking like "What did you say? I don't understand."
"...Hurry up and translate it for me! By the way, remember to scold him a few times!" Lunuma Sheng grabbed Jiang Xia. This detective seemed to speak English very well, and he had just exchanged business cards with him, so rounding it off was
acquaintance.
Jiang Xia glanced at Edward and suddenly said: "The information we just talked about in English should not include Miss Amano asking the flight attendant for airsickness medicine, and some things about the deceased - you can understand Japanese, right?"
Edward: "..."
"???" Lunuma Sheng said, "You're kidding me!"
He grabbed the British passenger by the collar. Inspector Asa was shocked and ran over to start a fight. Jiang Xia silently retreated behind the crowd, looking at the murderous aura emanating from them, and nodded with satisfaction.
Although the quantity is small and the quality seems average, the experience of cracking Easter eggs is still quite enjoyable.
A group of people started to quarrel in a chaotic manner.
The blond woman glanced at Jiang Xia, sighed softly, and shook her head helplessly.
Next to him, Conan gradually came up with ideas about the case, but there were still some doubts.
——The specific location of the murder weapon.
In fact, he already had some speculation about this - he heard that there are some styles of women's underwear that are filled with steel wire to support the shape. Of course, such things can pass the security inspection smoothly, and if this is the case, just remove a section of the steel wire.
Sharpen it and it can be used as a murder weapon.
Conan: "..." But he only heard about it. In fact, he has never seen it. As a rigorous detective, if you get this key point wrong, things will be in trouble. Before reasoning, you must find a professional
Making sure.
Thinking like this, Conan's eyes fell on Mao Lilan, who was yawning and rushed over a few times.
I was trying to pretend to be an innocent child and ask innocent questions.
But before speaking, Conan suddenly remembered those anonymous people who knew his true identity and seemed to like to have fun occasionally.
Conan: "..." To him, Anonymous is a factor that is completely uncontrollable. Even within Anonymous, they are very independent and seem to have certain differences.
If one day, a fun-loving person suddenly pops up and tells Xiaolan about "Conan = Kudo Shinichi"...
Conan looked at Mao Lilan's slender jade hand covering her lips, and suddenly had a vision of an eight hundred kilogram jade pestle hitting him on the head, and shuddered suddenly.
"..." To be on the safe side, forget it, forget it.
And she should not be the only professional in this regard.
Thinking like this, Conan's eyes moved, and his eyes subconsciously fell on Jiang Xia's reference answer book.
…
Jiang Xia was silently taking notes in his mind, studying various ways to induce murderous intent.
At this moment, the corner of my clothes was suddenly tugged furtively.
"?" Jiang Xia came back to her senses, looked down, and saw Conan making a "come here" gesture, as if he had something to say quietly.
He squatted down skillfully and cooperated with the group of dwarfs: "What's wrong?"
Conan hesitated to speak. He always felt that as a gentleman, it sounded a bit strange to suddenly talk about underwear.
So he tactfully found an everyday topic and cut into it tactfully: "Well, well, you're already a sophomore in high school, so you should have had a few girlfriends."
"?" Jiang Xia was confused, "You are also a sophomore in high school. How many have you dated?"
Conan: "..." 0.
...Damn, it’s a pity that my friend is not a playboy who kidnaps people every day. But looking at the bright side, this also proves that those ladies who always go to Jiangxia Detective Agency don’t seem to have done anything.
Too many strange things.
Jiang Xia knocked on his head and reminded him not to forget about business: "What's wrong?"
Conan hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice: "I heard that women's underwear, the kind worn on the upper body, has wires inside? Is this true or false?"
Jiang Xia: "..."
His eyes subconsciously turned to the side and drifted towards the female ghost fetuses.
It drifted halfway, and then silently collected it: it is better to treat strange knowledge as if it is not known at all.
With this thought in mind, he said calmly: "If you don't know, why don't you ask a professional?"
"..." Conan was speechless for a moment, then an idea came to him, "How about I ask her in your name?"
