Chapter 14671475 [British Police]

When first graders were carrying cameras and working hard at the murder scene.

In the corridor outside the toilet door.

Jiang Xia yawned secretly, turned his head to look at the cabin, and swept his eyes over the group of passengers.

Jiang Xia: “…” A murder suddenly happened on the plane. It’s such a big thing, isn’t there a policeman to take care of it?

There was no hope for the Tokyo Investigation Division. When the plane took off, Inspector Megure, Miwako Sato and others were still busy finishing up a previous murder case.

But now, the plane is about to arrive in the UK, shouldn't we have two British policemen come?

…

——If a murder occurs somewhere in a city, the police are undoubtedly one of the groups most likely to receive the news.

In other words, holding the business card of the local police means having more opportunities to hang out at the crime scene... and the sealed environment of the airplane will definitely foster a sense of mutual appreciation between detectives and police.

I was thinking about it with some anticipation.

At this moment, someone patted him on the shoulder.

"?"

Jiang Xia turned around and saw that the flight attendants had finally come to their senses.

They whispered worriedly, “Is it really okay to let that child film the scene?”

"Of course." Jiang Xia explained patiently, with an air of "it's no big deal," "Children are more careful. And his unique perspective can also help us discover many hidden problems."

“…Is that so?”

Looking at his very natural expression, the flight attendant couldn't help but have a new understanding of the concept of "first grader".

As they were talking, a few people suddenly came over from the first class cabin.

A staff member, accompanied by a man and a woman, walked through the corridor and quickly approached the toilet door.

The two passengers had blond hair, blue eyes, deep features, and walked with upright postures.

Jiang Xia looked at them and suddenly thought of something. His eyes lit up slightly. He silently moved away from the wall he was leaning against and stood up straight.

…

Of the two foreign passengers, the woman was walking in front. She had an eagle nose, deep eyes, and her hair was tied up high. Even though she didn't speak, a majestic temperament continued to flow from her.

The two came to the bathroom door and looked inside.

The blonde woman glanced briefly at the back, neck and hands of the corpse and frowned.

Soon she said in English: "Emergency treatment for a patient? But this person looks like he's been dead for some time - this could very well be a murder scene, you shouldn't enter without permission. If you rummage around and erase key evidence..."

She swept a stern gaze over the crowd in front of her, her line of sight passing over Jiang Xia, and suddenly paused, unable to utter the rest of the words.

Next to her, the British man was looking at Conan in the toilet in surprise.

Hearing her say this, the man came to his senses a little too late, and quickly stretched out his arm, picked up Conan, and muttered to himself: "This is not a playground for children."

The flight attendants looked around. Although they didn't know the identities of these two people, they instinctively felt nervous as if they had done something wrong.

Seeing that the blonde woman's eyes were fixed on Jiang Xia, they explained in a low voice in fluent but not particularly standard English: "Well, this gentleman is a detective. I heard that he has solved many cases for our police, so we asked him to come here to help. I hope you can understand."

At this point, the flight attendants realized one thing belatedly:

...Wait, who are these two people?

As if she noticed their questions, the blonde woman came back to her senses.

She took off her coat and held it in her hand, revealing a neat white shirt underneath - what she was wearing was actually a British police uniform.

Jiang Xia: "..." Wearing this when traveling internationally? Too dedicated.

But, after all, they were the police who came to my door...

Thinking of this, his expression suddenly became much friendlier.

Conan held the camera and huddled aside quietly. He originally thought that he could successfully hide himself according to his sense of presence.

However, soon, the blonde's eyes fell on him.

Conan: “!”

He suffered some psychological trauma from the strict training of the strict Eri Kisaki when he was a child, so every time he faced a woman who was about the same age as Xiaolan's mother, he couldn't help but be timid.

But when the blonde woman spoke, Conan realized that her voice was a little gentler than at first: "Are you filming the crime scene?"

Conan nodded cautiously.

The blonde woman squatted down and took the camera from him.

She lowered her body, and Conan suddenly caught a glimpse of the police rank on the woman's shoulder.

He was stunned for a moment, and after a while, his eyes turned into stars, just like Suzuki Sonoko and Mouri Ran who were chasing their idols.

When the blonde woman checked the camera, Conan walked to the side, stretched out his hand and tugged at Jiang Xia, whispering: "She is actually the Chief Superintendent of Scotland Yard, and a female police officer... That police rank is so cool!"

Jiang Xia: “…”

...Isn’t Conan’s star-chasing direction a little strange?

Conan was excited for a while, and his curious eyes soon fell on the British man next to him: "Where is that person?"

He asked in a low voice, standing on tiptoe, trying to see the other person's shoulder.

But obviously it didn't work.

Jiang Xia turned his head and took a look: "Police Inspector."

"..." Conan sighed, disappointed, "It's so low."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xia noticed that the police inspector's ears moved and he glanced in their direction.

So Jiang Xia tried to make up for it: "It's not too low."

Conan still sighed: "But the person next to him is the Chief Superintendent! They are obviously about the same age..."

“…”

Inspector Yasa finally couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at them. He spoke in fluent Japanese: "Children, move aside and don't get too close to the crime scene. A corpse is not something you should look at."

Jiang Xia: "..." Conan said that your police rank is low, what does it have to do with me? He actually implicated me collectively.

Conan didn't expect that the other party had such good hearing and spoke fluent Japanese. He could only touch the back of his head and smile awkwardly.

But now he understood why this man followed the blonde woman - perhaps to serve as a translator.

Conan: "..." But why would such a person go to Japan? He couldn't be going there for tourism.

In addition, there is one more pressing matter...

Conan pulled Jiang Xia and muttered with a sense of crisis: "Wait, the police are here, how should we solve the case?" The British police might not be as friendly to them as the Tokyo police. After all, they were new here, and even Jiang Xia had not yet accumulated credibility.

Just as I was thinking about it, the blonde woman suddenly stopped looking at the camera and turned to look over.

(End of this chapter)