After saying that, looking at the unsuspicious expressions of the police department, Kidd secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Detectives are so useful. If I had known earlier, I should have pretended to be a good detective in front of the Metropolitan Police Department to gather information.
Kidd: "..." However, if you want to become a detective who can talk to the police, it seems that you have to solve a few murder cases with strange methods first. But the murder cases that I usually encounter are not that many... Wait,
So, if you want to be a detective, you first need a death-like physique?
And if "Detective Detective Kuroba Kaito" happens to disappear every time he commits a theft, he may be suspected by the police soon... Forget it.
After thinking about it for a moment, Kidd immediately gave up the idea.
Kidd: "..." Sure enough, he should be just like he is now, a mediocre genius high school student. Find information from Jiang Xia... Hmm? Doesn't this mean that he owes Jiang Xia a lot of favors? Detectives and phantom thieves should be born to each other.
It's right to be a mortal enemy, but why do you feel like you are slowly becoming an accomplice...
The thief who hated detectives touched his chin and fell into deep thought for a moment.
…
Since Shi Kaobing's whereabouts could not be found and no more clues could be obtained, the progress of the case was temporarily stalled.
A group of people slept on the boat for a night with their own thoughts.
There were a large number of police officers busy walking up and down the corridor. It was Christmas Eve tonight, and until we arrived in Tokyo, nothing happened again.
At dawn the next day, the police returned to the Metropolitan Police Department with the photographer's body and various exhibits.
Others planned to divide into several cars and go to Yokosuka in Kanagawa Prefecture to visit Natsumi Kasaka's house, the castle where another "Egg of Memory" is hidden.
Although Suzuki Shiro was also somewhat interested in this, he had seen quite a few castles, and he had been out of town for several days. The consortium had accumulated some affairs that needed to be dealt with. In the end, he took Secretary Nishino and left with regret.
The police sent a representative to stay: of course the candidate to stay here is the "White Bird Police Department" who took the initiative to take over the heavy responsibility.
…
"Get in the car." Although the "White Bird Police Department" did not have a license, as a mysterious thief who could fly a plane and drive a tank, he still sat in the driver's seat with a calm expression.
Seeing this, other people did not become suspicious and got into the car one after another.
Pu Si Qinglan instinctively avoided the "White Bird Police Department" police officer and got into another car.
Jiang Xia observed for a moment and originally wanted to sit down with him so that she could feel his normal structure up close and personal, and realized that he was actually an easy person to kill.
But the closer I got, the more I saw that Pu Siqinglan's expression was stiff.
Jiang Xia stopped hesitantly: "..." If she immediately got up and walked away from the car on the other side as soon as she sat down, the noise would be too loud and would attract unnecessary attention... Let's forget it now.
The murderous aura is quite stable and does not need to be consolidated for the time being.
He glanced regretfully at the car where Pu Siqinglan was sitting, and then sat in another car.
Pu Siqinglan stared at the reflection on the car window.
Although it has been decided to kill Jiang Xia and prevent him from being resurrected forever, there are so many people out there now. It is too challenging to sit with such a mysterious guy without being able to take out a gun or a weapon.
A killer's survival instinct.
Seeing Jiang Xia turn around and leave, she breathed a silent sigh of relief and gradually loosened her hand on the bag.
…
The two cars started one after another and drove towards Kanagawa Prefecture.
Jiang Xia got into the car and suddenly found that the person in the passenger seat was tall and blocked the light. He seemed to be sitting in the car like Vodka.
He took a closer look, and then regretfully realized the reality: sitting there was not the colleague he was expecting, but the Russian ambassador who wanted the Suzuki Foundation to donate the "Egg of Memory" to Russia.
The diplomat seemed very outgoing. After walking for a while, he felt bored.
Idle and idle, the ambassador casually chatted with a few people in the car: "You were relatively close to the ring at that time - is the ring worn by the photographer really the ring of Princess Maria?"
Jiang Xia raised her head and saw the rearview mirror, and realized that he seemed to be talking to her, so she shook her head: "I don't know, the ring is in the hands of the police now, and someone should identify it later."
The ambassador sighed: "It would be great if you could also donate it to us."
Jiang Xia was not very interested in the whereabouts of the ring, so he would inevitably be perfunctory when talking about it: "You can ask the police then, maybe it will work."
"..." The ambassador realized belatedly that he had chosen the wrong car. He had chosen a few young people with whom he could not chat.
He muttered: "You don't understand the importance of that ring at all - Maria was the quietest of the royal children, with beautiful gray eyes. After the revolution, the emperor's family were all shot.
Only Maria and the Crown Prince are missing, and their bodies have not been found until now."
"In other words, if that ring comes from, we might be able to trace its origin and trace the whereabouts of the remains." The ambassador sighed again, "This can be considered a cultural relic. If I can take it back...
…”
"White Bird Police Department" couldn't help but turn around and glance at him: "..." You really want to recycle everything!
…
The vehicle left the city and gradually drove into the deep forest. The two vehicles followed the winding mountain road all the way up, and finally stopped at the top of the mountain.
Here stands an old castle with a white outer wall and a dark green spire. It has a strange shape and looks like a fairy tale brought to life.
"No wonder there are always celebrities who like to shoot commercials here." Conan remembered the use of the castle that Mao Lilan had previously popularized, and said with emotion, "It is indeed beautiful."
"White Bird Police Department" nodded: "It looks a lot like a castle in Germany. That castle is the prototype of the castle in the Cinderella story."
Conan was startled and a little confused: "Germany?"
...Kasaka Natsumi’s great-grandfather and great-grandmother were both Japanese and Tsarist Russians. Why did they build the building in the German style?
Before he could figure it out, the vehicle stopped, the door opened, and the people in the two vehicles got out one after another.
At a glance, there was one less person than expected.
The ambassador looked around, his eyes brightening: "Where's that art dealer? Did he voluntarily withdraw from the competition?" This is a beautiful thing.
Jiang Xia pointed to the mountain road behind him: "When we were passing through the town just now, the car in front stopped for a moment and he got out."
In the car ahead, the old deacon of the Kasaka family heard their discussion and nodded: "The art dealer said that he wanted to prepare something, so let's wait for him for a while."
Just as he was talking, a sports car came rushing along the mountain road and quickly stopped at the top of the mountain.
The art dealer couldn't wait to park the car, push the door open and go out, smiling: "It's been a long wait, let's go in quickly!"
