Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 261 Boss, you have also been tricked. Please vote for me ()

After Jiang Xia dealt with Amuro Tohru, 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 cushion height was just right and there was a quilt on his body, so he just kept sleeping comfortably without opening his eyes - the murderer would 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 on 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 of his illegal evidence and was using it. These blackmailed him and would not refuse his request for a meeting.

When Ehara Tokio arrived, he used beer mixed with sleeping pills to make him drunker. Then he went upstairs to decorate Ehara Tokio's room and turned it into a fall scene.

After that, Kamijou Satoshi can return to his room, put Ehara Tokio into Night Baron's clothes, throw him out of the window, and pretend that Ehara Tokio stumbled and fell while dressing up as "Night Baron".

During this process, Kamijou Satoshi would make a call to the front desk from his room to obtain an alibi.

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the other side.

The sleeping pills didn't 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 moment, he jumped up, opened the door, and rushed into the living room.

There was a warm yellow light on in the living room, and 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, looking like she had just woken up.

Conan looked at Jiang Xia, who was staring in confusion, and guessed that he had been tricked just like him. 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 Even 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 inexplicably poured medicine into their pots, for what purpose.

Haihara Ai was 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 is 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 over, 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 "Night Baron" fell down and quickly blended into the night.

When he reappeared, it was already in the lights of the small square below - there happened to be a statue downstairs. The Iron Knight was astride a war horse, holding a sword high, and the "Night Baron" fell on that statue. The sword pierced the chest and abdomen, and blood sputtered 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.

Having 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 crafted became irrefutable evidence that he was at the scene.

Kamijou Satoshi never expected this outcome. He was taken away by the police while cursing, half cursing the detective and half scolding the unscrupulous pharmaceutical factory.

Conan stood in the hunting 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, maybe it was because they were under a bit of psychological pressure when facing Jiang Xia. As for the killing method, if any link is wrong, it is easy to lose everything - just like this fool today who can't figure out the specific effectiveness of the black technology sleeping pill...

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 alertly, and first looked at the surrounding environment and found that he was in his room. I briefly checked the things on my body and luggage, and found that nothing was missing, and I suddenly felt a little confused.

... Could it be that the child who touched porcelain was just a means of solving the detective sent by the organizer?

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 gathered together.

The police car has left, and Jiang Xia is standing on the edge of the square, looking up at the knight statue.

Toru Amuro asked in a low voice: "Did the murderer tell us 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. He didn't continue to ask. When Jiang Xia and Toru Amuro had a brief exchange, he secretly glanced at Toru Amuro's cuffs thoughtfully and found a very faint pinprick on his wrist.