Chapter 1815 1822 [Death of Little Vodka]
Jiang Xia was indeed thinking about something: "Did they say that the female classmate who was disfigured and then jumped off the building to commit suicide really commit suicide?"
People who commit suicide are not obsessed enough with the idea of continuing to exist, so it is difficult for them to have a ghost fetus or even a shikigami. Therefore, psychics always strongly condemn such behavior.
Conan didn't know why he was suddenly obsessed with this: "From what they said, there were many members of the drama club who went to visit Tsukishima Fuyuko at that time. So many people with different positions and who were not familiar with each other witnessed the same scene. There was no need for them to lie. And the place where they jumped from the building was the hospital where Tsukishima Fuyuko had stayed for a long time. If the body was faked, it would be exposed immediately."
Jiang Xia sighed: "That's right."
...But he still felt that there were ghosts on the island.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia turned around and looked at the ghosts floating nearby. He had already sent ghosts out to look for it before, but unfortunately found nothing.
At this time, the two sides looked at each other. Facing the psychic who wanted to pick up new ghosts, the ghosts all showed innocent looks of helplessness.
Jiang Xia: “…”
…
The other side.
Taro Izuka sneaked into the theater in the dark, shook off the water on his raincoat, and walked in.
The theater was dead silent. After someone died here, no students came in again. Izuka Taro turned on the flashlight and scanned the body on the stage, then looked up at the ceiling.
"At this angle, I can't tell which parts can be loosened and which can't be loosened..." Izuka Taro muttered to himself. After thinking for a moment, he walked to the prop room next door and planned to study the lifting switch. If he still found nothing, he would find a ladder and climb up to the beam to have a look.
Pushing open the door of the prop room, the flashlight swept across the dark room, and the aperture quickly stopped on the cabinet opposite.
Taro Izuka looked up and saw an old player there with a stretched tape dropped on the ground, making the scene look a little messy.
"Hmm?" Izuka Taro scratched his head, and after a moment, he suddenly became alert: he remembered that after the first day of rehearsal, the group of students cleaned up the place before leaving. Now it has become like this... Could it be that someone else has been here since then?
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a vague figure behind the table.
Taro Izuka was stunned: "..." Could it be the serial killer who killed two people?
As this thought flashed through his mind, his eyes lit up, and he was not surprised but delighted: if he killed the murderer and threw the body into the sea, and then killed Jiang Xia immediately, it would create the illusion that the two of them died together. In this way, when the police investigate later, it will not be easy to affect other people on the island, and they can easily get away with it... Great, great!
Taro Izuka flexed his fingers, picked up the stick he had taken from the tool room earlier, and walked over with a grin.
Just as he took a step, a pair of footsteps came out from behind the door in time with his pace, and came behind him... and then hit him with a club.
An attack from behind is always hard to guard against. Besides, it was raining hard outside the window, and Izuka Taro's attention was still on the "person" behind the table.
The blow was so powerful that the member of the organization, with all his talents that he had not had the chance to display, fell to the ground without a sound.
The flashlight fell out, bounced a few times, and hit the edge of the table. The light illuminated the hidden "figure" - it was not a person, but just a coat deliberately placed on the edge of the table.
…
It's late at night.
For some reason, Hashimoto Maya was always uneasy. He yawned and walked to the table, picked up the water and took a sip, while casually glancing outside.
Then the cup fell to the ground with a thud.
——On a dark night with strong winds, a dark shadow hurriedly passed by carrying a burly man. No matter how you looked at it, the guy being carried away looked very much like the guard who had been with him day and night for some time.
Although he had vaguely glimpsed this scene when Izuka Taro was planning to kill Jiang Xia, when he actually saw it, Hashimoto Maya couldn't help but hold her breath: "..." Finally, has it finally begun?
…
Because of the hanged body that suddenly appeared in the morning, the students did not rehearse the whole day.
People tend to get less tired if they exercise less. Suzuki Sonoko took out a deck of cards from somewhere and started playing cards with them.
I played till late at night and finally felt sleepy. Just as I was about to go to bed, I heard a frightened scream faintly from a nearby house.
——It sounds like Toda Takako’s voice.
"!" Conan stood up suddenly.
Jiang Xia was also inspired like a detective, put down his cards and ran out.
I came to Toda Takako's door and knocked. After a while, Matsuzaki Masahiko came and opened the door.
Seeing Jiang Xia, he felt like he had found a life-saving straw: "Bathroom, bathroom...!!"
Jiang Xia originally wanted to wait patiently for him to finish speaking, but when he thought of the scream just now and looked at Conan who had already rushed over, he finally walked around him.
I stopped at the bathroom door and looked inside, and saw Takako Toda in her pajamas, sitting in the corner, staring at the ceiling tremblingly.
Seeing Jiang Xia coming over, she didn't care about anything else. She raised her hand and pointed at a corner of the bathroom ceiling, her voice trembling: "There..."
Jiang Xia looked up where she pointed and saw that water was leaking, and the entire corner of the wall was soaked.
The corresponding position of this ceiling is the bathtub upstairs, and it looks like the bath water from upstairs is leaking.
Originally this wasn't a scary thing, but...
Jiang Xia thought about the distribution of everyone's rooms: "It seems that no one lives upstairs."
so……
Could it be that the murderer is hiding upstairs taking a shower?
Masahiko Matsuzaki came over.
With the detective around, he finally looked calmer than before. The male college student forced a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere and redeem his image that had been frightened away just now: "This murderer is quite clean."
Just as he finished speaking, a darker colored substance seeped in from behind the water stain.
It was red in color, standing out against the pale ceiling - like a patch of blood diluted by water.
“…”
Toda Takawako, who had just calmed down, hugged her head and suddenly screamed in pain: "Ah——!!!"
…
upstairs.
In such a hurry, there seemed to be no time to find someone to watch the island. Jiang Xia went up the stairs and kicked the door open before Conan took out the wire to pry it open.
Conan: “…”
The weak and helpless elementary school student silently put away the prying tools, followed the door-opening tool into the house, and went straight to the bathroom.
When they reached the door, they both stopped at the same time.
The bathroom was full of water, the faucet was running, filling the bathtub.
In a pool of blood, there was a dead person - the fat island watcher was floating quietly on the water, like a hapless specimen. The blood flowing from his body dyed the water red, and as he floated, blood continued to overflow from the edge of the bathtub and drip onto the ground.
(End of this chapter)
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