Chapter 2223 2234 [Cunning FBI]
Vermouth and Judy, two people whose positions should have been completely contradictory, looked at each other at the same time.
"..." Could it be that the tennis coach was not lying: he had stayed upstairs for so long just now, not to transform himself into an outlaw, but just to coax this world-weary old man?
Is there really no murder tonight?
The development of things once again deviated from the script she predicted.
Judy pushed her glasses up a little awkwardly, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
But she soon perked up again, remembered something, and whispered to Dr. Xinchu next to her: "He is crying so sadly, do you want to go in and take a look?"
Vermouth: “…” Haha.
"Doctor Shinchu" shook his head and said gently: "I think a mature person should not expose other people's scars."
Judy didn't believe that she was so kind, but what she said did make some sense: since there was no case, if they broke into a neurotic old man's room without permission, not only would the owner feel embarrassed, but they would probably be kicked out by the old man.
So no matter what, the matter of collecting the plates was over for the time being, and the two people went down the same way they came up.
The tennis coach heard the noise coming from the stairs and turned to look at them. Seeing that the two of them had no plates in their hands, he shook his head and sighed, "My dad's appetite is really getting worse and worse - please sit down and rest for a while."
…
There was no murder, and no car came to pick us up.
What happened today seemed to have become an ordinary and common stay.
Judy sat on the sofa, glanced out the window, and fell into deep thought: "..." The rain has not stopped until now. If Akai Shuichi had really followed the plan today... he would probably have been soaked by now.
But don't let it cause hypothermia or something, and then end up lying dead in the forest...
Judy shuddered at the thought and silently dismissed these messy thoughts: Akai Shuichi is experienced, and such a little rain can't do anything to him.
But it was definitely true that this surveillance environment was not comfortable. Was "that person" deliberately torturing them?
An FBI agent slowly fell into paranoia.
The others were busy with their own things. A few high school students even took out a deck of cards and started playing cards with their tennis coach.
Judy took the time to look at Suzuki Sonoko several times, and the suspicion in her heart gradually faded: "..." No matter how you look at it, this is just an innocent high school girl, and she doesn't look like a "chess piece" at all.
Maybe it was just a coincidence before and I was overthinking it?
At this time, the tennis coach took a moment to check his watch and suddenly remembered something: "It's 10 o'clock, my dad should have finished his meal - can you help me take the dishes down?"
Judy was startled and looked back, only to find that the words were directed at her - everyone else was busy playing cards while she was sitting on the sofa, distracted.
Judy: “…Okay.”
The first time is new, the second time is familiar.
In addition, during this period of time, everyone was on the first floor and no one had gone up to the second floor. Judy didn't think much about it and got up and went to the stairs.
After climbing up the stairs, she saw that the light in the old man's room had indeed been turned off. Fortunately, the lights in the corridor on the second floor were still on, so it was not pitch black around her. This made Judy feel relieved.
She walked over and pushed open the sliding door. The first thing she saw was a tatami mat near the door - a bed was spread out here, and the white cotton cloth reflected the light from the corridor, making it quite conspicuous.
The next moment, a drop of blood dripped onto the white mattress.
Judy: “…”
She raised her head silently and resignedly, and a hanged man suddenly came into her sight.
——The nervous old man was hanging above the mattress without knowing when. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was half open. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his body, splashing a small pool of blood.
…
Jiang Xia had finished playing cards early and was dozing off leaning back in his chair when suddenly a scream came from the second floor.
Having been a detective for so long, he had already developed some conditioned reflexes that a detective should have. Jiang Xia opened his eyes and found that his equally experienced classmates had also stood up, but...
"Was it Teacher Judy who was screaming just now?" Suzuki Sonoko was not sure: Why did this scream sound more like exhaustion than a scream? It sounded really different from Xiaolan's usual screams.
But no matter what, since they've shouted, something must have happened.
So after a brief moment of confusion, everyone decided what to do and rushed upstairs.
Although they were prepared when they went upstairs, Mao Lilan, who was the first to rush up, still screamed "Ah!!" when she looked up and saw the horrible corpse hanging in the room.
The words were clear and loud, which fully washed away the strange scream that Teacher Judy had just made, and made everyone feel refreshed: That’s right, the scream was correct this time!
However, this thought only flashed through the subconscious mind for a short while, and everyone's attention was immediately focused on the scene in front of them.
"Dad..." The tennis coach made a sad and unbelievable sound, "How could this happen!"
Jiang Xia had originally prepared to prevent unrelated people from breaking into the scene, but Mr. Hiroto Akashi was very easygoing and stayed at the door without moving.
Jiang Xia ignored him and went into the house.
After taking a quick look at the body, he shook his head and sighed, "He's been dead for about half an hour. Call the police."
Suzuki Sonoko silently took back the phone she was about to use to call an ambulance.
Mao Lilan also took back the phone that she used to call the police - she almost forgot that there was no signal here.
She turned to look for the landline.
After calling the police, Mao Lilan was stunned for a moment, then turned back to Jiang Xia: "The police said that our location is under the jurisdiction of the Gunma Prefectural Police."
Jiang Xia nodded: It doesn’t matter where the police are from, as long as they can clean up the mess.
Conan suddenly remembered something, his eyes twitched, and he pulled him and muttered, "If it's Gunma Prefecture..." Could the person leading the team be that rather unreliable and strange policeman?
…
Conan's words came true.
"Mr. Jiang Xia!"
Soon, Shancuncao, who had been promoted rapidly recently, walked in happily with a group of his subordinates.
Yamamura Cao: "I have been carefully watching your past collection of crime-solving works recently. The more I watch, the more wonderful they become! Many of my colleagues have become your fans because of this - can you sign autographs for them?"
As he spoke, he took out a thick stack of autograph books, and it was obvious that he came prepared.
Vermouth: “…” After the police in Tokyo, have the police in Gunma Prefecture also become like this?
But if I remember correctly, the policeman in front of me was promoted repeatedly after meeting Uzo... It seems normal for him to suddenly have this attitude.
(End of this chapter)
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