Chapter 1751 1758 [Vodka: Want to go abroad]
Conan felt uncomfortable when he saw the radar, and felt that his freedom was restricted. He cleared his throat and said, "Leave this to us. Go back and have a rest. If a child goes out so late, the police will teach him a lesson."
Ito Hui snorted: "I should be the one saying this to you. You are shorter than me!"
“…”
Conan was hit hard.
Jiang Xia touched each of their heads with one hand, then took his hands back: "It seems that Xiaohui is indeed a little taller."
A vein popped out on Conan's forehead and his fist stiffened.
But because no one could beat him, he silently let go after a moment.
Conan stood on tiptoe calmly and said seriously, "We have to investigate as soon as possible. There is no time for idle chat!"
…
When I opened the back door of the theater building, the corridor was completely dark. Ito Tamonsuke, who had just come in, had not turned on the lights, so only the light coming in from the door provided a glimmer of light.
Ito Hui was a little scared: "Brother, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? You're sneaking around."
At this moment, there was a clanging sound from deep in the corridor, and the noisy sound spread far in the night. Judging from the direction from which the sound came, that was exactly where the stage was.
The ominous sound made the two detectives rush over quickly. Ito Hui was startled and hurriedly tried to keep up with her short legs.
Jiang Xia ran along the corridor to the stage, shone the flashlight down, and saw Ito Tamonsuke lying on the stage.
The new student seemed to be struggling to stand up at first, but when he suddenly noticed someone approaching, he closed his eyes again and lay still. I don't know if he was really dizzy or just lying there pretending to be indecisive.
Jiang Xia ran over and squatted beside him, stretched out his hand and found that he was fine. People who look like Conan really have tough heads. Ito Yunosuke was hit on the head and bled a little, but it didn't look serious.
Conan ran slower than Jiang Xia. As soon as he reached the stage, he saw Ito Tamonsuke lying motionless. He was immediately shocked.
Just as he was about to come over to pay tribute to this new classmate whom he had just met for a short while, Jiang Xia seemed to have noticed something and stood up and walked forward a few steps.
Conan was startled: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xia stopped in front of "Naraku" in the center of the stage.
When I shone the flashlight down, I saw a person lying in a hole several meters deep.
——It was a short-haired woman, her eyes were wide open, blood from her head was all over the ground, and her chest had stopped moving.
This is the troupe's financial manager, who looks like he has just died.
…
In the dead of night, a busy sirens broke the silence and a police car hurried towards the theater.
In a black car that passed by them, Vodka pushed up his sunglasses and couldn't help muttering, "It starts again, it starts again! Doesn't this kid ever get tired?"
"He seems to be enjoying this live broadcast." Gin was too lazy to watch it. "Or maybe after spending a few days outside and seeing foreigners whose thinking patterns are completely different from those of the Japanese, he especially missed the actors in Tokyo who are easier to control and more obedient, so he couldn't help but want to interact with them more."
Vodka: "..." Hmm? How about I apply to be transferred abroad for a few years to cultivate myself and give myself an aura that is not easily disturbed by Uzo?
Wait, that doesn't seem to be the case - what's the point if I'm the only one being influenced? As long as the people who want to harm me are still under Uzo's control, I will continue to be attacked... Damn it, do I have to hide in a place where there are no Japanese at all to escape?
Vodka took a sip of coffee and sadly planned his bleak future.
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The police cars whizzed past, unaware that they had missed the two outlaws. They quickly stopped near the theater building, and then a group of tired policemen filed out of the cars.
Inspector Megure forgot to change his shoes and jumped out of the car in a pair of slippers, sleepily. He yawned, with dark circles under his eyes, and came to the theater stage where the crime scene was.
The venue, which was very dim just now, was now brightly illuminated by the stage lights.
The police rescued the person who fell into the hell, but the person was already dead.
…
"The deceased, Ogihara Yoshie, was the crew's financial manager and actress. It looked like she fell to her death, but we can't rule out the possibility that someone pushed her on purpose... Anyway, why did she go to the theater building in the middle of the night without even turning on the lights?"
Inspector Megure flipped through the information, remembered something, and looked at Jiang Xia: "During the performance this afternoon, was this person a suspect?"
Jiang Xia shook his head: "She didn't change her clothes, and she didn't use Naro."
So don’t even think about things like “the murderer returns to the scene after killing someone, processes clues, falls and dies, and the case is quickly closed.”
Inspector Megure sighed: "Could it be that the same person killed her? The damn murderer..."
When Inspector Megure went to the forensic police to find out the situation, Jiang Xia glanced at the stage and found Conan lying next to a piece of letter paper. The paper fell on the stage floor, facing up, and a few lines of large black characters could be seen from a distance.
So he followed and rubbed the clues. When he got closer, he saw what was written on the paper:
[I To E
I will expose your true colors!
Waiting on stage at 24:00]
A few simple lines filled up an entire piece of paper. The crude wording and font made the letter seem full of malice.
Conan subconsciously read out the key words: "Stage..."
"......?" Jiang Xia glanced at him: That's not right, isn't the point the "true face" and "I To E"? What's wrong with you, a detective? You're not a screenwriter, why are you so obsessed with the stage? You're really not doing your job.
At this moment, Officer Gao Mu's surprised voice suddenly came from the side: "The deceased is holding a piece of letter paper in his hand!"
After taking a photo, Officer Takagi carefully took the paper out of the dead man's hand, unfolded it and looked at it, then handed it to Inspector Megure.
Jiang Xia took a quick look and found that this letter was exactly the same as the one he and Conan had just read. It should have been copied in batches after it was written, and there was no difference.
Jiang Xia then poked Inspector Megure's shoulder and pointed to the ground: "There is also a similar letter over there. This invitation letter seems to be sent to a group of people."
Inspector Megure was stunned, turned his head to look at the ground, and found that it was true.
He scratched his head in confusion. "Even the recipients were written exactly the same, all indicated by 'E'... Even if it was to lure more people over, shouldn't the murderer have changed the wording? Or did he simply print one more sheet and accidentally dropped it at the scene?"
"Let's collect clues from the scene first." Jiang Xia glanced at the ambulance going away. "Also, I remember that Yi Dong looks very likely to be saved. When he wakes up, we can ask him and we'll know everything."
(End of this chapter)
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