Chapter 2705 2717 [Death] Request monthly ticket ()
——In the dim room, a middle-aged man in a black tuxedo and a magician's hat was suspended in the air, swaying gently. Several thin ropes were hung from the roof of the house, hanging the body's joints.
The whole corpse had twisted limbs and strange postures. Its bloodless face was turned towards the door, and one hand was opened towards this side, like a soulless puppet, greeting the audience outside the door in a stammering voice.
Maya Hashimoto looked at the posture which looked more and more familiar, and her head buzzed: This, this damn action, is exactly the same as the puppet that Jiang Xia lifted out of the mechanism box before!
——The puppet with broken limbs and stuffed into the mechanism box as a "threatening letter" was actually a small and accurate preview, showing the scene at that moment in advance.
"Isn't this the missing leader of the magic troupe?" Officer Takagi, who had been looking for this thing for a long time, immediately recognized it. He couldn't believe it, "How could his body appear here?!"
Maya Hashimoto stared at the puppet strings on the corpse and felt that this horrible scene perfectly matched his imagination of Uzo's methods.
"This 'Hell Puppet Master' is indeed the one chosen by Uzo." Hashimoto Maya was extremely relieved.
"Fortunately, I didn't neglect the tickets that Sanhao Mazi sent me. Otherwise, if that person worked so hard to create the script and was looking forward to the performance, he would find that I, the person in charge, didn't attract a single audience member when the show was about to start, and the magnificent theater would be empty with no one watching..."
As she thought about it, Maya Hashimoto shuddered silently.
When he looked at the man hanging in the room again, there was a bit more complexity in his eyes, as if he were a brother in distress: almost, just almost, the man hanging in the room, swaying, might be him.
"Captain?" At this moment, the fake psychic who was paralyzed by fear recovered. He got up from the ground and looked at the room in disbelief. "Is this really our captain..."
"Unfortunately, that should be the case." Jiang Xia raised his hand to stop him, "Don't go in, leave the scene to the police."
Conan was about to sneak in when his collar tightened and he was caught by Suzuki Sonoko: "Didn't you hear what Jiang Xia said? Don't go in, leave the scene to the police!"
Conan: “…”
Hashimoto Maya glanced at them and slowly came back to her senses.
Hashimoto Maya: “…” Although the working environment is harsh, scary, and life-threatening, it can be fun sometimes, like now - watching the infighting among the King of Files is quite enjoyable.
…
It was just when the vehicle arrived at the station, and there were quite a few people walking back and forth in the hotel, so the news spread extremely quickly.
Soon, the news spread among the guests: "Have you heard? The leader of the Fantasy Magic Group was killed!"
"Is this true? Then what about the magic show tonight?"
"Well, human lives are at stake, so it should be stopped. By the way, isn't your focus a bit strange?"
"Isn't this strange? I came all the way here just to watch the show, so of course I care about this. But as I remember, didn't the troupe leader die on the train?"
"He just disappeared on the train, and his body was just found! I heard that he was hung on the beam of the house, swaying like a broken puppet."
Gin, who was drinking tea next to him: "..."
After leaving Tokyo, that guy's methods became more and more arrogant. Is he afraid that people who know the truth don't know that it's his work?
But it’s also good this way. With this strange story in the background, other abnormalities will be imagined by the guests themselves...which just makes it easier for his next task.
…
Unlike the guests who were indifferent to the matter and just treated it as a topic of conversation after dinner.
The atmosphere in the Fantasy Magic Troupe was bleak and miserable at this moment.
"Why, why was my husband..." The mature and charming "Mermaid Princess" was now covering her lips with a handkerchief, crying like a little girl, "Didn't they say that what happened in the car was just a magic trick he prepared? How could he really die like this?"
Several members of the group sighed and quickly began to comfort her in a low voice.
Not far away, the police were also having a headache.
"There are no trains at this time, so we can't do an autopsy for now." Officer Takagi missed his brothers in the forensic department very much. "We can only make a judgment with our naked eyes first."
Officer Sato nodded. "At this point, it appears that the cause of death was a stab wound to a vital part of the body. The time of death was probably between 9:00 and 12:00 this morning."
Suzuki Sonoko looked at her watch and recalled carefully: "It matches the time when we saw Tengai...Tengai disappear. It seems that what we saw at that time was really the corpse of the head of the magic group."
Beside him, Jiang Xia poked at the palm-sized puppet and said casually, "So it seems that the magic trick of 'disappearing from the sky' brought by the 'Hell Puppet Master' actually has two steps.
“The ‘corpse disappearing from the closed carriage’ that we saw earlier was just the opening scene, but the entire performance was based on the corpse we just saw.
"In other words, the entire content of this magic trick is to move the corpse from the sealed compartment on the high-speed train to a hotel room several kilometers away in front of everyone."
Hashimoto Maya looked at the puppet rattling in his hand and was terrified: "..." Why are you holding such an unlucky thing in your hand - put it down, put it down quickly!
Officer Sato didn't care what Jiang Xia was playing. She imagined the scene described by the famous detective and felt a headache: "Is there really anyone who can do such a thing?"
Compared with the current "puppet master of hell", the magician murderer in the previous case suddenly became friendly and lovable.
Under the relieved gaze of Hashimoto Maya, Jiang Xia finally put down the puppet in his hand.
He said seriously, "Since the 'Puppet Master of Hell' has done it, what we should think about now is how to crack his tricks. Magic is not magic. As long as we find the key, this 'performance' will be no different from an ordinary murder case - just investigate the case at your own pace. This kind of large-scale magic will definitely leave clues."
The words "no different from an ordinary murder case" quietly expanded the murderous aura of some unique bubbles nearby.
Jiang Xia tried hard to restrain his gaze from looking over there. He stood up and led everyone to the hotel front desk.
…
It didn't take long for the hotel staff to give the detective the clues he wanted.
"Room 219... we found it! The previous tenant there was a Mr. Tozungen." The manager flipped through the registration book and passed it to Jiang Xia to check. "But not long ago, Mr. Tozungen checked out and left."
(End of this chapter)
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