Chapter 1490 1498 [The stage of the man in black? ]
—The same toilet, the same corpse sitting on the toilet, even the grief-stricken expressions of the people rushing over were exactly the same, as if they had been rehearsed in advance.
Conan: "..." Wait, rehearsal?!
The word that flashed through his mind inadvertently made him tense up instinctively - when it comes to "rehearsal", one can't help but think of drama and stage.
If I remember correctly, when the mysterious woman in black handed him the passport, she once said, "An actor who escapes from the stage has no value." Could it be that these two cases...are related to the "sir" she mentioned? !
The joy of visiting Sherlock Holmes's former residence gradually faded. Conan pressed his forehead and began to try to recall every detail of the plane, trying to find clues.
However, nothing was found.
Conan: "..." No matter how you look at it, this is a very normal case, no different from any other case. Even the trigger of the case happened four years ago, so it's hard to have been tampered with.
In addition, if we trace back further, there are actually many similar scenes in more than just these two cases.
If we have to say something in common, the only thing in these two cases is that the victims died on toilet lids.
Conan: "..." The key word can't possibly be "toilet lid". The big man behind the lady in black doesn't look like such a careless person.
...Am I just overthinking?
…
Next to it, in the public toilet where the crime scene occurred.
The abnormal behavior of a little boy did not attract much attention from the police.
Inspector Yasa got a new clue and was concentrating on asking the companion of the deceased: "Did you make an appointment with her to go out together today?"
Zhuang Tang Weijia nodded and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "We agreed to meet at that cafe at 1pm."
Inspector Yasa stared at her: "After meeting, you came to this public toilet with her?"
Zhuang Tang Weijia looked up in surprise: "Of course not! I haven't even seen her today."
Inspector Yasa was suspicious: "Never seen it? But you just said you had an appointment!"
Mao Lilan saw Zhuang Tang Weijia's tears and felt a little soft-hearted. She realized that Inspector Yasa had misunderstood, so she helped explain:
"In fact, the deceased went to the restroom outside the store not long after entering the store. After more than ten minutes, the lady came into the store to wait for her, and she did not leave until we finished eating. Of course, the deceased never went back."
Zhuang Tang Weijia nodded repeatedly:
"I waited in the store for a long time but she didn't show up. I heard she went to the bathroom, so I asked the clerk to check, but there was no one there.
"Because Mihong is a bit erratic, she always acts like a kid. I thought she had gone shopping nearby on a whim, so I got angry and kept calling her, but no one answered. I didn't expect..."
As she spoke, she looked at the pale corpse in the cubicle and tears fell again.
"You didn't see her today?" This made Inspector Yassa a little discouraged. He confirmed again and again, "You really didn't leave the cafe?"
"No." Zhuang Tang Weijia started to cry, "If I leave too, she'll be angry when she comes back. And actually I'm also at fault - the traffic was too congested and I was ten minutes late. If I had arrived earlier, maybe this wouldn't have happened. So I waited for her in the store until I received your call and then hurried over."
Jiang Xia listened to the news transmitted by the seal and secretly pushed the progress: "Anyway, let's go to that coffee shop first."
Inspector Yassa nodded, looked up the location of the cafe on the map, and agreed: "If what this lady said is true, then she is completely clear of suspicion - ten minutes is not enough to run from the cafe to this park to kill someone and then go back."
It takes nearly thirty minutes to go from the cafe to the public toilet in the park, and fifteen minutes one way.
In other words, when Zhuang Tang Weijia appeared in the coffee shop, the deceased had just walked to the park toilet. If Zhuang Tang Weijia was the real murderer, she would not have had time to return to the coffee shop to "keep an appointment" after the murder.
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Inspector Yasa selected a few junior police officers and planned to go to the cafe together to check, while the other police officers continued to stay at the crime scene to collect clues.
As a group of people passed by the open compartment.
Huibara Ai turned her head and glanced at the corpse, and suddenly discovered something, frowning in confusion.
Jiang Xia glanced at it with sharp eyes: "What's wrong?"
Huihara Ai thought for a moment and raised her hand to show her tender fingers: "When wearing this kind of clothes, you usually have to match them with black or white nails, but her nails are not treated at all - for a 'professional' who wears Gothic Lolita clothes to go shopping, this is too unprofessional."
Mao Lilan couldn't help but look over: "Xiao Ai has a strong observation ability." And such a young child actually knows more about Gothic Lolita clothing than she does. The hobbies of children nowadays are really amazing...
Conan seemed to be thinking about something, and asked Sheriff Anna who stayed at the scene: "Are there any fake nails near the scene, the kind of black or white plastic pieces that can be attached to the nails?"
Anna was startled and burst into laughter: "Little brother, you know so much, you even know about fake nails - have any big sisters ever put them on you?"
Conan was too lazy to explain and decided to pass the blame directly: "I listened to Jiang..."
Boom——
Jiang Xia knocked Conan on the head and manually muted the elementary school student who was smearing other people's reputation.
Then he turned the tables: "It's true that some people like to dress him up as a doll."
Come to think of it, if I package up Conan and give him to Vermouth, she will definitely have a lot of fun... But forget it, after all, when she's happy, she'll be less murderous.
Next to her, Anna smiled even more happily: "No wonder! He actually knows more about these dressing things than I do."
Conan rubbed his head: "..." Damn, this is slander, you are slandering me!
...However, thinking back to the previous flash of thought, he always felt that this case might be very important.
Thinking of this, Conan repeated to himself several times, "Conan has nothing to do with Kudo Shinichi."
Then he reluctantly skipped the topic and got back to business: "So did you find the fake nails?"
Sheriff Anna shook her head and shook her notebook: "Of course not, if there was, I would have written it here a long time ago."
"But the sewers haven't been searched yet. If the fake nails really exist, they might have been washed away by the murderer." As she said this, she looked at Jiang Xia and blinked, "Don't worry, if I find them, I will contact you as soon as possible."
"Thank you very much." Jiang Xia touched the newly changed business card in his pocket. "But speaking of which, I remember when I first entered the store, the Gothic Lolita's hands were like this, with no painted nails."
(End of this chapter)
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