Chapter 261 Boss, you have also been tricked. Please vote for me.
After Jiang Xia dealt with Toru Amuro, dispersed Xiaobai's puppets, his consciousness returned to his own body.
The main body is still lying on the sofa.
He closed his eyes and felt it, and found that the height of the cushion was just right and there was a quilt on his body, so he just kept sleeping comfortably without opening his eyes - the murderer was going to do it tonight anyway, so he didn't have to lie down for a long time.
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In the hall, the organizer Satoshi Kamijou was talking to other participants while secretly observing the surroundings.
Seeing that Jiang Xia never showed up, Kamijou Satoshi gradually relaxed: it seemed that the sleeping pills he had given had an effect.
Detectives are great, but if they want to solve a case, they definitely need enough clues. Now that Jiang Xia sleeps through all the details, the possibility of successfully solving the case is much lower than when he is awake.
Plan pass√
With this thought in mind, Kamijou Satoshi boldly began his murderous act.
He gradually reduced the frequency of talking to other people. When no one paid attention to him, he turned back to the room and sent a message asking Ehara Tokio to come over for a "talk" - Ehara Tokio had obtained some illegal evidence of him and was using it.
These are blackmailing him and will not refuse his request for a meeting.
When Ehara Tokio arrived, he made him drunker with beer mixed with sleeping pills, and then went upstairs to decorate Ehara Tokio's room, turning it into a fall scene.
After that, Kamijou Satoshi could return to his room, put Ehara Tokio into Night Baron's clothes, throw him out of the window, and pretend that Ehara Tokio slipped and fell while dressing up as "Night Baron".
During this process, Kamijou Satoshi would call the front desk from his room and obtain an alibi.
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the other side.
The effects of sleeping pills did not last long.
Conan pressed his forehead and sat up in confusion. He stared at the bedroom door and recalled the philosophical questions of who I am, where I am, and what I am doing.
After a while, he jumped up, opened the door, and rushed into the living room.
There was a warm yellow light on in the living room. Hui Yuan Ai was sitting quietly on a chair reading a book. On the sofa next to her, Jiang Xia was wrapped in a quilt and looked like she had just woken up.
Conan looked at Jiang Xia, who was staring in confusion, and guessed that he had been hit by the same trick as himself. As for why Jiang Xia went to bed later than him but woke up at about the same time as him... People's physiques are different, just like some people
Six hours of sleep is too much, and some people feel sleepy all day after ten hours of sleep. Rather than studying the different effects of the same sleeping pill on different people, Conan is currently more concerned about who is sleeping.
He poured medicine into their pots for no apparent reason, what was the purpose?
Haihara Ai is the most normal-looking person present.
Conan asked her about the situation and heard strange noises at the same time.
He looked at the dark window in confusion and walked over to check: "What's the sound?"
Haiyuan glanced at the travel brochure in hand: "It's a sea breeze called 'Ji Feng'. The higher the place, the stronger the wind, so the wind noise in our room will be particularly loud."
After a pause, she remembered Jiang Xia's previous instructions and asked, pretending not to know, "What happened to you just now?"
"There's something wrong with that pot of water." Conan felt that the room was a little stuffy and wanted to open the window and take a look at the strange 'Ji Feng'.
Jiang Xia got up and went to help, but the window was quickly pushed open.
Conan stretched out his head comfortably and took a breath of fresh air.
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the window downstairs was also open.
The drowsiness caused by the sleeping pills left Conan in a state of numbness where his mind could not turn around. He lowered his head to see which friend was so classy as to enjoy the sea breeze with him at night.
As soon as his friendly gaze was cast, he used the overflowing light in the room to see a man wearing a black cloak and a white smiling mask being carried and thrown out of the window in the room directly below them.
The figure of the "Night Baron" fell down and quickly blended into the night.
When he reappeared, it was already in the light of the small square below - there happened to be a statue downstairs. The Iron Knight was straddling a war horse, holding a sword high, and the "Night Baron" fell on that statue.
The sword pierced the chest and abdomen, and blood spattered out like a fountain.
Conan stared at the corpse, and then slowly looked at Satoshi Kamijou who was sticking his head out of the window downstairs, looking down at the results of the murder: "...??!"
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Haiyuan Ai's action of calling the police was not as quick as Mao Lilan's.
But at least it's faster than the average person.
Not long after, the police car arrived.
Because he witnessed the throwing process with his own eyes, the organizer's series of operations were exposed at the speed of light. The "alibi" he specially produced became ironclad evidence that he was at the scene.
Kamijou Satoshi never expected this outcome. He was taken away by the police while cursing, half scolding the detective and half scolding the unscrupulous pharmaceutical factory.
Conan stood in the sea breeze and looked at his back, a little messy.
Is it an illusion? Why do I feel that the recent criminal suspects are all such flashy idiots? They were either caught on the spot or interrupted from casting spells...
Well, it may be that they were under a lot of psychological pressure when facing Jiang Xia. As for the killing method, if any link goes wrong, it is easy to lose everything - just like today's person who can't figure out the specific effectiveness of black technology sleeping pills
Just like a fool...
If this evolution continues, sooner or later, the suspect will not dare to commit a crime in front of Jiang Xia. Conan thought with complicated emotions.
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The effects of anesthetics last longer than sleeping pills.
When Toru Amuro woke up, everything had ended, and the police car was driving away with the suspect.
Toru Amuro stood up vigilantly, first looked at the surrounding environment, and found that he was in his room. He then briefly checked the things on his body and luggage, and found that nothing was missing, and he was suddenly confused.
... Could it be that the kid who touched the porcelain was just a means sent by the organizer to deal with the detective?
It's so crazy to take advantage of even children...
Toru Amuro pressed his head, which was still a little dizzy, and went downstairs to the crowd of onlookers who had gathered together.
The police car has left, and Jiang Xia is standing on the edge of the square, looking up at the statue of the knight.
Toru Amuro asked in a low voice: "Has the murderer confessed about the little boy?"
Jiang Xia looked away and looked at him doubtfully.
Conan next to him was moved in his heart and immediately looked over: "Little boy?"
Amuro touched his head perfunctorily: "I'm not talking about you."
Conan: "..."
I know, I'm not talking about me either.
He hesitated to speak, but finally stopped and went back. He did not continue to ask, but when Jiang Xia and Amuro Toru had a brief exchange, he secretly glanced at Amuro Toru's sleeves thoughtfully, and found a very light mark on his wrist.
