Chapter 1572 1580 [Ireland is also the center of the stage]
Conan frowned as he spoke: "Then the passerby didn't even stand there in a daze, nor did he come to find me or argue with the person who fell from the building. Instead, he quickly turned around and ran away from the other corner before a crowd gathered."
Jiang Xia came back to his senses and quickly grasped the key point of the words.
He frowned like Conan, his eyes showing some thought, some suspicion, some memories, and of course, a little bit of the confidence of a famous detective as the finishing touch.
Soon, the fake detective said what Conan was thinking: "This person's behavior is too similar to the victim passers-by in the previous two falling incidents - but this reaction of running away is actually very abnormal, just like some wanted criminals who dare not call the police after being victimized and can only swallow the bitter fruit silently."
Conan nodded with relief. He didn't need to waste any words, and the other party understood his thoughts. He felt happy to have met a bosom friend. He turned his head to look at the crowd of onlookers in front of him, and pointed at a tall man who was walking around the scene with a scared face:
"Although I have never been hit by someone falling from a building, no matter how you look at it, a normal bystander would have reacted like him when they were nearly caught up in an incident."
Jiang Xia looked in the direction Conan was pointing: "Who is this person...?"
Conan: "When the person fell from the building just now, he was right below. If my ball hadn't knocked the person away, he would have died on the spot with the person falling from the building."
At this point, he stared at the innocent passerby and suddenly fell silent: "..." How come this guy who was almost hit, with black hair and black eyes, is an Asian in London? And just now he seemed to have heard this person say "I'm scared to death" in Japanese, with a faint Tokyo accent, so to be exact, this is actually another Tokyo person.
...What's going on with the Tokyo people in London lately?
Jiang Xia also took a closer look at the passerby who had survived the disaster, and then asked another question: "By the way, did you see the face of the passerby who escaped?"
Conan carefully recalled the scene at that time and shook his head regretfully: "My attention was mainly on the person who fell from the building, and that person was wearing a pair of large sunglasses, so I couldn't see his face clearly. I just remember that he was very tall, which was consistent with the description of the previous witnesses, but..."
Conan paused for a moment and said, "But this time, the passerby who escaped didn't have blond hair. Instead, it had a dark brown color that wasn't that eye-catching."
Jiang Xia seemed to have some idea about this: "The sunlight today is not too glaring. Since he is wearing sunglasses, it means he may be using them as a disguise. If it is a disguise, then adding a wig or dyeing his hair a different color makes sense."
"Too suspicious." Conan felt that there was something fishy about that passerby. He replayed the blurry image he had just seen in his mind over and over again, and suddenly discovered another problem.
"That's right! When that person walked away quickly, his movements were a little awkward, as if he didn't want to affect his injuries." As he spoke, Conan also took two steps, imitating Ireland's movements at that time.
Two seconds later, he pressed his shoulder and suddenly realized: "That person's injured shoulder! Do you remember that the onlookers who witnessed the fall from the building last night said that the person who was unfortunately hit had injured his shoulder!"
Jiang Xia nodded and said what Conan was thinking: "The person who escaped today is the passerby who was hit once yesterday... He might even be the person who was almost hit in Tokyo."
"That's right!" Conan came to this conclusion with certainty, feeling that he had grasped a corner of a conspiracy, "That tall passerby in black is a big problem!"
But after a moment, his expression gradually became confused: There must be some conspiracy hidden in this matter, but...
Conan scratched his head: "Whose conspiracy would be to let himself be hit by people falling from buildings all the time?"
He was confused for a moment, but soon sorted out the cause and effect: "Could it be that someone wanted to smash the tall man in black to death, and the tall man in black's identity was shady, so even if he was smashed, he could only flee before the police arrived?"
No matter how you look at it, this is the most reasonable speculation.
Conan: “…” But, is there really anyone who can do such a miraculous thing as “using a falling building to hit someone accurately”?
At least in the first two cases, he had not found any clues related to this conspiracy. It was as if everything was just accidental, the case happened naturally, and the tall man in black was involved just because he was unlucky.
But if you say it's a coincidence, this is already the third time, and the intervals between each time are not long. It's like a death movie that sticks to the same theme.
etc!
Conan suddenly felt that he had grasped something. Several key words collided in his mind one after another, and derived the next word that might be related to the case: movie...actor...stage...
……stage? !
Conan: "..." Could this matter be related to the "adult" behind the woman in black who gave him the passport? ! Is this another stage carefully set up by that person?
When Conan thought of the mysterious figure hidden in the layers of darkness, he couldn't help but clench his fists: "..." Judging from Subaru Okiya's reaction when he mentioned "stage" in the magic venue before, Mr. Okiya must know a lot of inside information about this matter.
Unfortunately, I couldn't pry anything out of that graduate student's mouth - this guy's mouth was too tight.
Conan: “…” By the way, as another core of the "stage", is Mr. Okiya still alive?
Conan felt his mind was in a mess as all the information came together. He could feel that this series of events seemed very important, but the clues he had were extremely fragmented, and even these limited clues were all surrounded by a black fog full of malice. He seemed very close to the "adult" hiding behind the scenes, but in fact he knew nothing about him.
"Don't worry." Conan comforted himself in his heart, "After all, there is no use in worrying. Stay calm, no matter how terrible the enemy is, there must be a way to deal with it... In short, start with what you can do at the moment, such as..."
He raised his head and looked sharply at the freshly-uncovered crime scene in front of him.
——Perhaps he can find some clues about “that adult” in this case.
A level that cannot be seen in Conan.
Jiang Xia, who had stood up straight and was a head taller than Conan, looked down at him, and from the changing expressions of this mini detective, he guessed with interest what was going on in his mind at the moment.
(End of this chapter)
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