Chapter 1431 1439 [I'm just working]
"So the deceased should have been the only one in the house at the time." Inspector Megure smiled at him and continued in tacit understanding, "It can be seen that this was an accidental fall from a building that is deeply regrettable."
The two men clapped their hands together, looking as if they had just solved a difficult case.
Conan: “…”
He always felt that there was something else going on, but it was difficult for him to piece together a chain of evidence, so he couldn't refute the two old policemen.
Just as he was trying to find more evidence, he suddenly discovered Jiang Xia standing on the balcony, silently looking at the deep night outside.
Conan moved closer, and felt that he and Jiang Xia had more common topics: "What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Xia sighed faintly: "I wonder why some people always like to find detectives to be their alibis. Is it possible that the conclusion drawn in this way is more authoritative?"
"?" Conan blurted out, "You know the murderer again?!"
Jiang Xia shook his head: "I'm not sure yet, I just have this feeling - but this should not be an accident, but someone is secretly manipulating it behind the scenes."
Conan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Jiang Xia had not found all the evidence just like him.
This shows that the current evidence is incomplete, not that his thinking ability has deteriorated.
As he thought about it, Conan nodded heavily, euphemistically indicating that he was currently at the same stage as Jiang Xia: "The person fell down, but the shoes flew so far, this is indeed very wrong."
While the police were still taking photos at the scene to collect evidence, Jiang Xia turned and walked towards the door: "Let's go out and take a look."
…
The two people left Room 501 where the deceased lived, and found the stairs at the same time and walked up them.
After the 6th floor, you will reach the rooftop.
The administrator did not lie. The iron gate leading to the rooftop was indeed locked and could not be entered.
"The higher the deceased fell from the building, the easier it would be for the slippers to fall far. Since it's not a rooftop, then..."
It seems that the only location that meets the requirements is the 6th floor.
"Let's go to Room 601 and take a look." Jiang Xia turned and went downstairs.
Conan took out his phone and started flipping through the photo album: "When I came up just now, I took a picture of the mailbox downstairs. The person living in 601 is, um... his last name is Kanda?!"
"This surname isn't too common. This must be your client." Conan was startled, then suddenly understood. "No wonder you were muttering something about 'alibi' next to the balcony just now. Did you realize something was wrong when you passed by the mailbox on the first floor? ... Those media outlets that like to fabricate stories are right about one thing. You really stole God's script."
Jiang Xia politely pushed the blame back: "Let's not talk about whether I stole the script or not. Why did you take a picture of the mailbox on the first floor? You must have realized something, so you took the chance to take the picture."
Conan: "..." Hmm? That's right. Thinking about it this way, could it be that his intuition about cases is actually not inferior to Jiang Xia's, but his rationality is too strong, covering up his intuition?
Although after being summarized by Jiang Xia, it seemed as if I had become better than him.
But Conan still said modestly and realistically: "I really didn't think so much just now. It's just that based on experience, in this kind of murder case that happened in an apartment building, the location of each resident can often come in handy. And the most intuitive way to present the location is the mailbox at the door of the building. So I took a sneak shot to keep evidence..."
As he was talking, he suddenly noticed that Jiang Xia had stopped.
"What's wrong?" Conan asked, looking up.
When he saw the end of the corridor on the sixth floor, he was also stunned.
——Standing at the corner of the corridor and looking from afar, I saw that there was actually another person at the door of Room 601.
The man was wearing a florist's uniform, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and was standing at the door of Kanda's client, talking to someone inside.
The door of Dr. Kanda's house was opened a crack.
Surprisingly, even though there was a large group of police officers downstairs, Dr. Kanda's awareness of prevention was still strong, even a little too strong - there was a security chain hanging on his door, and the door was only opened a small gap, so he talked to the flower shop employees outside through the gap.
When Jiang Xia and the others arrived, the conversation seemed to have come to an end.
Conan tried to prick up his ears, but he only heard the last words of the person who sent the flowers: "Is that so? Sorry to bother you then."
Afterwards, the door clicked shut, and the two ended their conversation.
The employee of the flower shop held the flowers in his arms and did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at the door and adjusted his baseball cap thoughtfully. It was unknown what he was thinking.
Conan tugged at Jiang Xia's sleeve and whispered, "Do you think the skin color of this flower shop clerk looks familiar?"
Jiang Xia: “…” In fact, the “skin color” can be completely removed. After all, this flower shop employee looks very familiar to him.
The whispering of the two people seemed to alarm the person at the door.
The florist frowned and looked over. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the two figures, one tall and one short, across the corridor.
He quickly approached with the flowers in his arms: "Why are you here?"
Conan: "..." He also wanted to ask why this suspicious detective agency owner was here.
But looking at the situation, you can guess it.
Conan asked bluntly: "Uncle Amuro, are you working part-time again?"
Toru Amuro shifted his gaze away from Jiang Xia and looked down at him: "..." This kid always calls him brother when there is something to do and uncle when there is nothing to do. It's hard not to suspect that he does it on purpose.
But as a mature undercover agent, how could I bother with an elementary school student?
He replied calmly: "I'm here to help the flower shop deliver flowers, but now it seems that someone is playing a prank..."
There was obviously something else going on. Amuro Toru didn't elaborate and changed the subject.
He asked the same question again, "What about you guys? What are you doing here?"
After a pause, thinking of the police car downstairs, and looking at Jiang Xia in front of him, Amuro Toru's eyes twitched slightly, "...Another case?"
Jiang Xia nodded and briefly introduced the situation: "There was an 'accident' and the deceased was a resident on the 5th floor downstairs. We just went to his house and found..."
Having said this, he paused, looked at Amuro Toru, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Toru Amuro keenly felt that something was wrong - he found that the way Jiang Xia looked at him seemed to think that he was related to this matter.
This immediately alerted him, and he asked, "What did you find?"
Jiang Xia then continued like a talking machine: "It's like this, the deceased downstairs seems to have been targeted by a group of mysterious people recently, and is always threatened and harassed by them. The deceased's friends are very worried about his condition, so they want me to find that group of people. But just after I arrived, the deceased fell from this building and landed in the alley next to the apartment and died on the spot."
(End of this chapter)
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