"Hattori, you are such a bastard."

For Edogawa Conan’s words, Hattori Heiji took it as a compliment and laughed. He buckled his helmet on the opponent’s head, then picked up his collar and placed him on the back seat of the motorcycle: “Hold on, this dad. They must still be investigating in Nagahama. I have just sent a text message to the police officer Otaki in the Osaka Police Station, asking him to lend us the photos of the scene and witness testimony... They have to go there before my dad comes back. That's fine."

After speaking, he put away the legs that supported the motorcycle, twisted the accelerator handle, and the black motorcycle rushed out. Edogawa Conan was almost thrown off the back seat by inertia, and he quickly hugged Hattori Heiji's waist.

How could this guy drive without saying a word!

Hattori Heiji is very familiar with the roads of Osaka. He drove Edogawa Conan through the streets and alleys of Osaka, and arrived at the destination in less than 20 minutes. After he parked the car, he took Edogawa Conan into Osaka. The building of the police station.

Because he is the son of the head of the Osaka Prefectural Police Department, Hattori Heiji often enters and exits the Osaka Police Precinct. The policeman guarding the gate greeted him enthusiastically when he saw him and let him in. The two soon arrived at the office of the Serious Cases Division. Heiji Hattori quickly found Otaki Goro, who was working on a document, in a familiar location, and he walked over and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"!" Otaki Goro was taken aback. He looked up and saw Hattori Heiji let out a sigh of relief: "Heiji, don't just shoot me suddenly every time, it's really scary."

"Uncle Otaki is too courageous." Hattori Heiji bent over and put his hand on Otaki Goro's shoulder, and said with a grin: "Uncle Otaki, I asked you about the information on the [White Powder Po] case? Give it quickly. Let me see!"

Otaki Goro frowned and pulled out a red folder from the file shelf on the side and handed it to Hattori Heiji. He instructed: "Heiji is here to watch. The above attaches great importance to the case of [White Pink Po]. These information are kept confidential. Yes, I couldn't show it to you...Oh!"

Before he could finish his words, Hattori Heiji snatched the folder, and Hattori Heiji sat down on the chair of the vacant desk next door, put the file on the table and began to look through it.

Otaki Goro looked at Hattori Heiji seriously and sighed. Forget it, this guy must not listen to anything now.

As soon as Hattori Heiji sat down, Edogawa Conan got into his arms and sat on his lap. The two people, one big and one small, were stacked on top of each other, looking at the live photos on the folder with serious faces.

"This is a live photo taken under the **** of Mt. Nagahama." Hattori Heiji pointed to the first photo and said.

In the photo, the deceased was lying on his back on the ground, covered with a dark blue man's coat. The deceased's petite figure and upper body were completely covered. Except for the skinned face, only the calves and wrist were exposed outside the clothes. The five young men, three men and two women, standing nearby were the climbers who found the corpse. Their faces still had frozen fear.

Then Hattori Heiji turned up the second photo: "This was taken on a slope, and the scene had not been destroyed at that time. Look at this set of footprints, the small and large footprints are all mixed together, and the small ones are those of the dead. Those with a large number of steps and yards should have been left by the prisoner chasing the dead. Because the concrete road with man-made passages could not leave footprints, the police could only find intermittent footprints on the dirt road, and finally disappeared near the fence of the warning sign. ."

"Didn't the police continue to check in?" Edogawa Conan was surprised.

"It’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t help it. In fact, there is a small road that leads directly to Moon Lake near the warning sign. Although it is dangerous, some climbers walk there because of the fact that many walkers leave a lot of footprints. The footprints mixed in it can't be distinguished at all, so I can only give up." Hattori Heiji said helplessly.

Edogawa Conan frowned.

Hattori Heiji continued to take out another photo: "This was taken at the scene of the second case." He pointed to the photo, lying on the grass in the park, with a **** face in a blue sailor suit and said: "The girl above. This is the second victim, the missing Nagahama High School's second-year high school daughter Yujima Eko. She disappeared suddenly on the way home, and then the body appeared in a park near her home."

Edogawa Conan asked suspiciously: "She is wearing a school uniform? It's not the same as the first victim."

"Yes!" Hattori nodded and took out two photos, spreading them flat in front of Edogawa Conan: "The third victim and the fourth victim are wearing school uniforms, and only the first of the four victims There is nothing on the victim."

"This is not in line with the serial killer's mode of action. There may be two killers." Edogawa Conan speculated.

"I think so too." Hattori nodded. He pointed to the bodies of several people in the back of the photo and said: "According to the forensic examination, the dead were stripped of their skins while they were alive. The next three victims stripped them. The edges of the face are uneven, the wrists have blue-purple streaks caused by struggling, and the palms of the hands are marked by the crescent moon pinched in by the nails. They are likely to stay awake during the peeling process;

The first deceased was different. Not only was the edge of her face smooth, and there were no traces of restraint on her wrists, she must have been skinned after anesthesia. I prefer two prisoners with completely different techniques, but..."

"The latter case appeared too cleverly, didn't it?" Edogawa Conan said, "It happens that after the first case happened, even if there are two murderers, the two are definitely related."

"It's Kudo, I think so too." Hattori Heiji took out the testimony file in the folder and looked through ten lines: "In fact, the rumors of [White Pink Po] were really spread after the second case happened, because Someone saw a white figure rushing away at the scene of the second crime. There was still white powder on the ground. In addition, the deceased were all skinned, and Japanese legends used their own human skin masks to take away the beauties. The story of [White Powder Po] on her face is very similar, so it is rumored that [White Powder Po] killed people in order to take the girl’s face.

I thought it was strange before. Osaka had never thought of a similar case, but after the first skinning case, there were 3 cases in a row. Why is it not normal? "

When Hattori Heiji looked at the testimony, Edogawa Conan picked up the pictures of the four victims and looked at it carefully. He found something and suddenly said: "Hattori, these victimized women are all white."

"Huh?" Hattori Heiji stopped flipping through the file. He looked at Edogawa Conan with a look of shock: "Kudo, what are you talking about! People are dead and you are still commenting on the victims? Are you perverted? ?!"

"No! What are you thinking about!" Edogawa Conan slapped Hattori Heiji's head angrily and said, "I'm talking about serious matters! Take a closer look, the skin of these four dead people is better than that of ordinary women. Bai! I suspect this is why they were selected by the murderer!"

Hattori Heiji blinked, and after taking the photo and comparing it, he found something wrong.

"Huh? It really seems to be like this! Kazuha is considered white among the people of Osaka, but these girls are actually whiter than her if you look closely." Hattori Heiji is very dark, so the contrast with white skin is not very good. Sensitive, after all, everyone standing by his side will be set off very white. However, after being reminded by Edogawa Conan, he finally discovered that these victims had unusually fair skin.

"Because I'm dead, my skin looks dead white, but if I'm still alive, it should belong to the white and shiny type of Japanese girls." Edogawa Conan, a Tokyo native, has seen more white-skinned beauties. For example, Morilan is very white. In other words, the best skin in his memory is Sakuma Nanase.

When I was in the Maldives before, it was obvious that Morilan's skin was more shiny, but Nanase Sakuma's skin condition that reappeared at that concert was completely different. The white and rosy skin was transparent, the kind of walking in the crowd. In the type that can attract everyone's eyes with a fair complexion.

Thinking of this, Edogawa Conan frowned. So, Sakuma Nanase is entirely the preference of the serial murderer. Isn’t she in Nagahama again now, isn’t it dangerous? At this time, Yutani Rei's face suddenly appeared in Edogawa Conan's mind, together with the scene of him fighting with Akai Hideichi on a high-altitude shelf...

"..." Well, he really thinks too much. With such a brutal boyfriend by his side, the guy who shot Sakuma Nanase is the one who is unlucky, right?

Edogawa Conan shook his head and shook off the picture in his mind. He held his chin and continued thinking: "It's really strange. They are obviously two murderers. Although they have different methods, they have a high degree of consistency in their hobbies for the victims..."

Suddenly he thought of something and suddenly raised his head to look at Hattori Heiji, a strange light appeared in his eyes: "Hattori, did you think the first case was the cause?!"

Hattori Heiji opened his eyes wide, and a terrible thought appeared in his mind: "You mean?"

Edogawa Conan nodded affirmatively: "Ah, if I guess it's correct, have the photos of the corpse of the deceased in the first case never been reported?"

Hattori Heiji gave him an affirmative answer.

Edogawa Conan smiled confidently: "Hattori, I think we have found the suspect."

Tonight is not in vain.

-----Dividing line-----

Sakuma Nanase took a breath, the quilt under her body was already wrinkled by her, and the red hair on her forehead was wetted with sweat, making her skin paler.

At this moment, a wheat-colored slender and strong hand suddenly grasped her shoulders, the fingers with distinct joints tightened on the rounded shoulders and pinched dents, and the fingertips pinched into the skin trembled slightly as if they were enduring something. .

Sakuma Nanase lowered his eyes, pulled a handful of the blond head buried in the collarbone, and Jiang Yan raised his head. The light golden hair was wet on his forehead. A drop of sweat slipped from his cheeks and followed his chin. It slid across the throat and dripped onto Sakuma Nanase's chest. This drop of sweat stimulated Sakuma Nanase, she reached out and grabbed the opponent's chin and pulled it in her direction, and then kissed deeply. The clash of lips and teeth deepened her desire.

"I want more, Noriya, give me more love." Sakuma Nanase said in a hoarse voice.

It was still early before dawn, and they still had one night.

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