Conan felt uncomfortable when he saw this arresting radar and felt that his freedom was restricted. He cleared his throat: "Leave this matter to us. You go back and rest quickly. If a child goes out so late, he will be arrested by the police.
Taught by my uncle."
Yi Donghui snorted: "I should tell you this, you are a little shorter than me!"
"..."
Conan was critically hit.
Jiang Xia touched her head with one hand and then withdrew her hand: "It seems that Xiao Hui is indeed taller."
A vein popped out of Conan's forehead, and his fist became hard.
But because no one could beat him, he silently let go of his hand after a moment.
Conan tiptoed quietly and said seriously, "We have to investigate as soon as possible, there is no time for small talk!"
…
Opening the back door of the theater building, the corridor was dark. Tamanosuke Ito, who had just entered, did not light a lamp, and only the light coming in from the door brought a trace of illumination.
Yi Donghui was a little scared: "Why did my brother come here in the middle of the night? He was so sneaky."
At this time, deep in the corridor, there was suddenly a clanking sound, and the noisy sound spread far away in the night. Judging from the direction of the sound, it happened to be the stage.
This ominous sound made the two detectives rush over quickly. Ito Hui was startled and quickly tried to keep up with her short legs.
Jiang Xia ran all the way along the corridor to the stage. When she shined her flashlight, she saw Ito Tamanosuke lying on the stage.
At first, the new classmate seemed to be struggling to stand up, but suddenly he found someone approaching. He closed his eyes again and lay motionless. He didn't know whether he was really fainted or simply undecided and lay down.
Put it on.
Jiang Xia ran over and squatted next to him, stretched out his hand and found that the situation was okay. The head of a man who looked like Conan was indeed very hard. Tamanosuke Ito was hit on the head and bled a little, but he didn't seem to be seriously injured.
.
Conan ran slower than Jiang Xia. As soon as he reached the stage, he saw Ito Tamanosuke lying motionless, and he was suddenly shocked.
Just as he was about to come over to express his condolences to this new classmate whom he had just met for a while, Jiang Xia seemed to notice something and stood up and took a few steps forward.
Conan was startled: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xia stopped in front of "Naraku" in the center of the stage.
When the flashlight shined down, he saw a person lying in a large hole several meters deep.
——It was a woman with short hair. Her eyes were wide open, the blood on her head was bleeding all over the floor, and her chest had stopped rising and falling.
This is the financial manager of the troupe, who seems to have died not long ago.
…
In the dead of night, a busy siren broke the silence, and the police car hurried towards the theater.
In a black vehicle that passed them by, Vodka pushed up his sunglasses and couldn't help but mutter: "It's starting again, it's starting again! Isn't this kid tired at all?"
"He seems to be enjoying the live broadcast." Gin was too lazy to watch, "Maybe it's because after staying outside for a few days and meeting foreigners whose thinking patterns are completely different from those of the Japanese, I miss these better people in Tokyo.
The actors are more controllable and obedient, so I can’t help but want to have more interactions with them.”
Vodka: "..." Hmm? How about I apply to be transferred abroad for a few years to gain edification and give myself an aura that is less likely to be interfered by Uzo?
Wait, that doesn't seem to be the case - what's the use of being educated as long as those who want to harm me are still under Uzo's control, I will still be attacked... Damn it, do I have to hide in a place where there are no Japanese at all?
Where can I escape?
Vodka took a sip of coffee and sadly planned his bleak future.
…
The police car whizzed past, unaware that it had missed the two criminal gangsters. It quickly stopped near the theater building, and then a group of tired police officers filed out of the car.
The policeman in Mu Mu even forgot to change his shoes. He stepped on a pair of slippers and jumped out of the car sleepily. He yawned and, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, arrived at the theater stage where the crime scene was located.
The venue, which was very dark just now, was now brightly illuminated by stage lights.
The police took out the man who fell into the Naraku, but he was already dead.
…
"The deceased, Ogiwara Itoe, was the financial manager and actor of the film crew. It seemed that she slipped and fell to death, but it is not ruled out that someone pushed her intentionally... Speaking of which, in the middle of the night, what was she doing in the theater building, and she didn't open the door?
lamp."
Mumu Police Department looked through the information, remembered something, and looked at Jiang Xia: "During the performance in the afternoon, is this person suspected?"
Jiang Xia shook her head: "She didn't change her clothes, and she didn't use Nairo."
So don't think about good things like "the murderer returns to the scene to deal with clues after killing people, slips and falls to his death, and quickly closes the case".
The Mu Mu Police Department sighed: "Did the same person kill her? The hateful murderer..."
When the Mumu Police Department asked the officers from the Forensic Division to learn about the situation, Jiang Xia glanced across the stage and found Conan lying next to a piece of letter paper. The piece of paper fell to the stage floor, and he could read it with his face upward.
There were several lines of large black characters written on it.
So he followed him and looked for clues. As he got closer, he saw what was written on the paper:
[I To E
I will expose your true face!
Waiting on the stage at 24:00]
A few simple lines of text took up a whole piece of paper. The crude wording and font made the letter seem full of malice.
Conan subconsciously read out the key words: "stage..."
"...?" Jiang Xia glanced at him: No, isn't it? The point is not the "true face" but also "I To E". What's wrong with you as a detective? You're not a screenwriter. Why are you obsessed with the stage? You're really not doing your job properly.
At this time, the surprised voice of Officer Takagi suddenly came from the side: "The deceased held a piece of letter paper in his hand!"
After taking a photo, Officer Takagi carefully took the piece of paper out of the deceased's hand, unfolded it, looked at it, and then handed it to the Megure Police Department.
Jiang Xia leaned over and took a look, and found that this letter was exactly the same as the letter Conan was reading just now. It should have been copied in batches after writing, and there was no difference.
Jiang Xia then poked the Mumu Police Department on the shoulder and pointed to the ground: "There is a similar letter over there. This invitation letter seems to be sent in bulk."
The Mumu police department was startled, turned around and looked at the ground, and found that it was indeed.
He scratched his head in confusion: "Even the recipients were written exactly the same, all referred to by 'E'... Even if it was just to trick a few more people, shouldn't the murderer change the wording? Or was he just innocent?
I printed an extra copy, and then accidentally dropped the extra copy on the spot?"
"Let's collect clues from the scene first." Jiang Xia glanced at the ambulance that was leaving. "Besides, I remember that Ito seems to be very rescueable. When he wakes up and asks him, we will know everything."