Chapter 200 I Don’t Have a Shark
Hattori Heiji walked into the door carefully and squatted down to investigate. After a moment, he shook his head regretfully: "He has been dead for some time."
Jiang Xia stopped others at the door to prevent them from disrupting the scene.
At the same time, he looked down and saw Conan lying on the floor, looking at something intently.
Conan froze slightly when he noticed Jiang Xia's gaze.
After struggling for a moment, he felt that a mature detective should not hide clues in front of a murder case, so he sighed and whispered: "There are some parallel fine bloodstains on the ground. They should be traces left after the blood was hastily wiped off by some kind of fabric."
"... fabric." Jiang Xia recalled the scene he had just seen and pointed to the corner near the door. "Is that it?"
Conan looked in the direction he pointed and found a piece of blood-stained cloth: "!"
Hattori Heiji also quickly walked back from the house, glanced at the group of suspects behind him, and whispered, "He was killed about forty to fifty minutes ago. In addition, there are some strange small particles in the pool of blood under the deceased's body... It has been soaked for too long, and it is hard to tell what it is. Maybe it's garbage on the ground?"
…
These clues alone don't seem to be enough.
As the two young detectives watched anxiously, the answer machine did not suddenly smear the truth in their faces without saying a word.
Jiang Xia noticed two very strong gazes and felt a little strange being stared at by them, so he randomly found a topic: "Let's ask the others about their movements just now."
"Yeah, okay." Conan and Hattori Heiji turned their heads away.
…
When they returned to the restaurant, everyone else had also arrived and were sitting at separate tables, silently digesting the news of the "sudden tragic death of Chief Ryūmoto."
Jiang Xia had just sat down when he suddenly felt something on the stool.
He looked down and saw a bloody handkerchief lying at his feet. The handkerchief was exquisitely made, but a piece was missing from one corner and there was a crooked embroidery on the other corner. It didn't look like a work of art, but more like something sewn by an amateur.
Jiang Xia: “…”
Why under his stool?
Frame-up?
He thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and picked up the blood-stained handkerchief.
The moment he stood up, Ichiro Ryomoto saw the scene over here, pointed at him and screamed "Ah!"
"Why is there so much blood on this handkerchief? Have you been to my grandfather's room?!"
The others were startled and turned their heads to look over, their eyes falling on Jiang Xia's hand.
However, the imagined accusations such as "So you are the murderer!" did not appear.
Instead, it was Ryūmoto Natsue who suddenly stood up and rushed over.
She took Jiang Xia's hand and carefully examined the embroidery on the handkerchief. Her face suddenly turned pale. "...This is what I sewed for Xiao Wu before."
Her fiancé, Takehiko Zaishiro, was stunned when he heard this.
After a moment, he touched his pocket in confusion, but found nothing. His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Jiang Xia without thinking: "...You took it?!"
Jiang Xia seemed not very good at lying, and tried to defend himself: "I didn't kill anyone."
…
In the crowd, a pair of eyes stared at the scene silently, with excitement hidden in their eyes and a hint of a "successful" smile.
——Jiang Xia is a terrible detective. If we let him act freely, something bad might happen.
As it is now, things are much easier to handle - after all, there are more people from the Ryūmoto family on the ship, and Jiang Xia is just an outsider. Moreover, the family members are afraid of death, so as long as they have the slightest suspicion of Jiang Xia, they can restrict Jiang Xia's actions and prevent him from successfully investigating the case.
Thinking secretly.
At this time, the next table.
Jiang Xia also seemed to dislike the feeling of being suspected. He sighed, pulled out a chair and stood up: "Although I don't know why the handkerchief is here with me... but since there is suspicion, I'd better avoid it this time."
He was about to leave.
However, at this moment, Ichiro Ryoumoto's biological mother, Mariko Ryoumoto, suddenly sneered.
She looked at Takehiko Zaijo and said sarcastically:
"How could Jiang Xia, an outsider, deliberately kill someone? In my opinion, the murderer who killed my father must be you!
"I just passed by Dad's room and heard you arguing with him - your last name is not 'Nishimura', but 'Zaicheng'. You are the son of 'Zaicheng Yongfu', right?"
(End of this chapter)
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