Chapter 1468 1476 [Old acquaintance from England? ]
Conan: “!”
He was trying to put on a fake smile like a child out of habit, but it didn't seem like the blonde was looking for him.
The woman looked at Jiang Xia and suddenly said, "I heard from several staff members that you are a very good detective - what do you think of what happened here?"
Conan: “……?”
He looked at the blonde woman, then looked at Jiang Xia in surprise: "..." Is it also popular in the UK to let detectives help the police solve cases?
That's right, after all, this is the birthplace of the Sherlock Holmes stories, they might really have this tradition. But I never thought that Jiang Xia's face could be so popular in the UK. This is really...
That’s wonderful!
Jiang Xia didn't expect things to go so smoothly. He looked at the female police officer and felt a little confused, but this didn't stop him from pushing the progress bar forward: "There is a large needle hole on the back of the deceased's neck. It looks like it was pierced very deep. His cause of death is probably suffocation caused by cervical spine injury. The murder weapon was something like a thick steel needle."
"Steel needle?"
"Well, for example, metal knitting needles..." After a pause, Jiang Xia felt that this example was a bit strange - it was all because Miss Spider had been very interested in knitting sweaters recently, and she held up her spider legs in front of him to knit clothes every day.
He cleared his throat nonchalantly. "Well, I mean, an ice pick, for example. Of course, it could be any other sharp metal object.
“In addition, there were no signs of resistance on the deceased’s clothes or inside the bathroom, which means that the deceased lost consciousness first and was then killed, and it is very likely that the perpetrator was an acquaintance.
The blonde woman listened to his voice carefully, took out a pair of shoe covers and gloves from somewhere, put them on, and walked into the bathroom.
She looked around for a moment, then reached under the sink and pulled out a drawer for discarding trash.
In the drawer, an empty glass bottle was stuffed there, and underneath it was a wet-stained handkerchief.
——It looked like someone had used this thing to make the victim unconscious before committing the murder. Everything matched Jiang Xia's speculation.
The blonde woman did not pick up the evidence, but took a few photos with her camera, then moved closer to them and looked at them carefully.
Soon, she nodded: "Anything else?"
"I haven't taken a closer look yet." Jiang Xia said modestly, "We high school detectives don't like to disturb the scene. So I just went in for a while and then came out again."
The blonde woman turned her back to him and smiled faintly. As she smiled, a few soft wrinkles appeared on her well-maintained face.
When I turned around, the hard-earned smile had disappeared.
The blonde woman looked at Inspector Yasa who was blocking the door and keeping Jiang Xia and Conan out: "Since you are a famous detective, why don't you let us see the strength of Tokyo detectives - you haven't encountered many murders recently, so it's not easy to make mistakes with someone's help."
“…”
Inspector Yasa was a little surprised, but he had to step aside obediently, and then watched the two children who were whispering loudly approaching.
He took the camera from the blonde woman and handed it to Jiang Xia: "Then you take the photos. I'll just treat it as an assistant."
Then she handed Conan to the stewardess and said, "Keep an eye on this child. Death is too heavy for him. He shouldn't be at the scene."
Conan: “???”
…let me in!!
…
Ignoring the resentful look of the first-grade student, the two adults were busy in the bathroom.
After a while, Jiang Xia lowered his head to look at the photos in the camera.
Officer Yasa glanced at the detective, who was younger than his son, and asked with a test in mind: "Did you find anything?"
Jiang Xia originally just wanted to come in, punch in, get all the evidence, and leave work.
But he didn't expect that because the police were too short-staffed, he now had to work part-time.
Jiang Xia: “…” At times like this, I really miss those police officers from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department who take care of everything.
Forced to work overtime, he answered perfunctorily, reciting the answer as if he was reciting it:
"There were blood spatters on the wall behind him, but not on the corresponding part of his body.
“In addition to the pinhole on the back of the head, there is also a strangely shaped scratch on the lower left side of the neck.
"In addition, the lining of his left trouser pocket was turned outside, and the fabric was wet. But his left hand was not wet - although an hour or two was enough for the water on his hand to dry, but similarly, there was no corresponding wet mark on his sleeve, which means that someone had touched his left pocket after his death."
Inspector Yasa: “…”
…I had intended to wait for this young man to finish speaking, and then add something elegantly.
It turned out that this guy said more than him.
He couldn't think of anything else to add, so he just nodded nonchalantly: "Okay, we've almost finished looking at the scene. I'm afraid we'll have to look for the next clue somewhere else. Let's go find some witnesses first."
The two people left the bathroom.
Inspector Yasa was about to say something to the stewardess.
But at this moment, the elementary school student he had stopped appeared in front of him and said faintly, "Uncle, you are here to look for witnesses and suspects, right? We have found them - there are three suspects in total, because the flight attendant on duty said that apart from the victim, there were only three other people who had been near the toilet."
Jiang Xia nodded and looked at the stewardess: "Please find those people here."
Inspector Yasa, who had lost his dominant position at some point, said, “……?”
…
It turns out that some things are indeed universal.
For example, whether solving a case on the Tokyo police's turf or on the British police's turf, the steps seem to be similar.
The flight attendant on duty went around among the passengers and quickly brought back three suspects.
Among the three, there was a strange British man.
The other two were Japanese photographers - the deceased and his friends, a total of four people went out traveling, and the two suspects who went to the toilet in front of him happened to be his companions.
There were four photographers in total, one disappeared, and two were called away by the flight attendants. So the only remaining photographer who was not suspected and had been sleeping soundly since boarding the plane also followed over in confusion, curious about what had happened here.
…
"What's going on? You're so mysterious." The long-haired woman looked at the people gathered at the toilet door suspiciously. After a moment, she suddenly guessed something, "Could it be that the emergency patient you are talking about is Daying? But...but I remember he has no underlying diseases!"
The short-haired woman was startled when she heard this, and then she quickly came to the toilet door. She looked inside and found her boyfriend lying on the toilet seat like a pile of mud. She was shocked and cried out: "Heyang?! What's wrong with you!"
(End of this chapter)
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