Chapter 1475 1483 [The real culprit who ruined Jiangxia’s reputation]
Using his time-tested hand speed, he quickly signed for this knowledgeable passenger.
Jiang Xia mixed in with the investigation team and returned to the back where there were fewer people.
Inspector Yasa opened the deceased's bag and searched it carefully, and found the familiar items inside, such as wallet, camera, plane ticket, passport, etc.
Apart from that, there were only some cigarettes and a few magazines in his bag. Again, there was nothing that could hide a murder weapon.
Jiang Xia was watching and asked Chizuru Tachikawa who was standing next to him, "From what that passenger said, the deceased was a famous photographer?"
"Famous? Not really. That guy was just lucky enough to capture a stunning scene once. Since then, he has remained unknown. He can only follow secret news like a paparazzi and make a living by blackmailing rich people."
Chizuru Tachikawa sighed: "But he did win a big prize once - four years ago, an apartment caught fire, and a mother didn't have time to escape from the fire scene, so she could only stand on the balcony, stretching her arms and handing the baby to the firefighters standing on the fire ladder. That scene was full of despair and hope, and new life was accompanied by death, and Daying happened to capture that scene..."
As she was talking, she suddenly realized that she had gone off topic: "Oh, who cares what award he won! When can we go back? It's tiring to stand all the time. I'm not the murderer, why should I be treated as a suspect all the time!"
"The murderer's words..." A string of English suddenly sounded beside him. The British passenger who had been silent all the way, opened his mouth and announced the shocking news:
"The murderer should be that man. After all, among the four of us, he was the only one who lied - he said he had been sleeping and had not been to the bathroom, but before, when the lady asked the flight attendant for airsickness pills, I saw that his seat was empty.
"And he happened to have the films that the deceased wanted to sell on him. Weren't there any films that the deceased wanted to sell in his luggage? Weren't they taken away by the murderer?"
Saginuma Noboru's English was not very good, but he managed to understand some of it. He was immediately furious: "How many times have I told you that I have been sleeping in my seat! Why on earth have you been framing me?... I understand, you are the murderer! You are worried that your crime will be exposed, so you can't wait to come up with a scapegoat, and I am the unlucky guy you chose!"
Edward tilted his head and looked at him with an expression that said, "What did you say? I don't understand."
"...Help me translate it quickly!! By the way, remember to scold him a few times!" Saginuma Noboru grabbed Jiang Xia. This detective seemed to speak English very well, and he had just exchanged business cards with him, so they were considered acquaintances.
Jiang Xia glanced at Edward and suddenly said, "The information we just talked about in English should not include Miss Amano asking the stewardess for airsickness medicine and some things about the deceased - you can understand Japanese, right?"
Edward: “…”
"???" Sagi Noboru, "You're kidding me!"
He grabbed the British passenger by the collar, and Inspector Yasa was shocked and ran over to separate them. Jiang Xia quietly retreated behind the crowd, looking at the murderous aura emanating from them, and nodded with satisfaction.
Although the quantity is not large and the quality seems average, the experience of cracking Easter eggs is still quite enjoyable.
A group of people started arguing in a mess.
The blonde woman glanced at Jiang Xia, sighed softly, and shook her head helplessly.
Next to him, Conan gradually had some ideas about the case, but there were still some doubts.
——The specific location of the murder weapon.
In fact, he already had some speculation about this - he heard that some styles of women's underwear are filled with steel wire to support the shape. Of course, this kind of thing can pass the security check smoothly, and if this is true, as long as a section of the steel wire is sharpened, it can be used as a weapon.
Conan: "..." But he had only heard of it. In fact, he had never seen it. As a serious detective, if he got this key point wrong, things would be troublesome. Before reasoning, he must find a professional to confirm it.
Thinking of this, Conan's gaze fell on Mouri Ran, who was yawning and running over a few beats late.
I was just about to pretend to be an innocent child and ask innocently.
But before he opened his mouth, Conan suddenly remembered those anonymous people who knew his true identity and seemed to enjoy watching him occasionally.
Conan: "..." To him, Anonymous is a completely uncontrollable factor. Even within Anonymous, there are very independent people and there seem to be some differences.
If one day, a fun-loving person suddenly pops up and tells Xiaolan that "Conan = Kudo Shinichi"...
Conan looked at the delicate hands of Mouri Ran covering her lips, and suddenly he imagined an eight hundred jin jade pestle hitting him on the head with a "bang", and he shuddered.
“……”For the sake of safety, forget it, forget it.
And she should not be the only professional in this regard.
Thinking of this, Conan's eyes moved, and his gaze subconsciously fell on Jiang Xia's reference answer book.
…
Jiang Xia was silently taking notes in his mind, studying various ways to stimulate murderous intent.
At this moment, the corner of his clothes was suddenly tugged stealthily by someone.
"?" Jiang Xia came back to his senses, looked down, and saw Conan making a "come closer" gesture, as if he wanted to whisper something.
He squatted down skillfully and cooperated with the group of dwarfs: "What's wrong?"
Conan hesitated to talk. He always felt that as a gentleman, it sounded strange for him to suddenly talk about underwear.
So he cleverly found a daily topic and tactfully started the conversation: "Well, you are already a sophomore in high school, so you should have had a few girlfriends."
"?" Jiang Xia was puzzled. "Aren't you also a sophomore in high school? How many people have you dated?"
Conan: “…” 0.
...Damn it, it's a pity that my friend is not a playboy who takes people to bed every day. But on the bright side, this also indirectly proves that the group of wives who always go to Jiangxia Detective Agency don't seem to do too many strange things.
Jiang Xia tapped his head to remind him not to forget the important things: "What's wrong?"
Conan hesitated and lowered his voice: "I heard that women's underwear, the kind worn on the upper body, has steel wire inside? Is this true or false?"
Jiang Xia: “…”
His eyes subconsciously shifted to the ladies beside him.
Halfway through the journey, he quietly retracted it: It’s better to pretend that you don’t know anything about this strange knowledge.
Thinking of this, he said frankly: "I don't know, why not ask a professional?"
"..." Conan was speechless for a moment, then an idea came to him, "How about I ask her in your name?"
(End of this chapter)
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