Chapter 3377 3389 [Hurting Each Other]
Conan jumped around for a long time but didn't see anything. Later, a kind neighbor lifted him up and he saw the scene in the photo.
The mini detective rubbed his chin, feeling something was amiss. "Why did he throw his phone across the room? Was he trying to leave a message of his death this way?"
Hattori Heiji nodded: "Fortunately, although he failed to save the phone, the phone was not damaged after the fall... 21st floor, what brand is this? I want to buy one too."
Inspector Megure was listening quietly at the side, and halfway through, he suddenly realized that the dark-skinned detective had started to go off topic.
He couldn't help but shook his head, feeling a little disgusted with the Osaka detective's unprofessionalism, and at the same time looked at the dedicated Tokyo detective - at a time like this, he still had to rely on his own brother!
He leaned forward again: "Brother Jiang Xia, what do you think?"
After saying this, he remembered that his subordinate had just developed important photos but hadn't shown them to him. The officer cleared his throat and tried to strengthen his presence in the case. He reasoned:
"As for the murder method, before the victim jumped off the building, Ms. Shimoda had been filming downstairs. She might have used the camera's flash to create some kind of trap to lure the victim to jump off the building.
"As for the other two people, the young man sent a seemingly harmless text message, while the other made a phone call cursing the deceased... Alas, it really sounds like they were so upset by the scolding that they jumped off the building in anger."
He was whispering to Jiang Xia when Hattori Heiji's cell phone suddenly rang next to him.
"Who's calling me so late?" The Osaka high school student felt around in his pocket in confusion, took out his phone and answered it.
The next moment, a voice came from the receiver, cold and eerie: "What time is it now?"
Hattori Heiji: "Huh?"
What time is it?
Time limit? Tag?
The dark-skinned detective, who was currently solving a case, had a flurry of horror scenes he had seen before. He asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
Hearing this, the voice on the other end became even more resentful: "Let me ask you, what time is it now?"
"You are...He Ye!"
This time, although Hattori Heiji still didn't understand the question, he finally recognized the other person's voice.
——The person who called was his childhood female friend from Osaka, not a ghost or a resentful spirit.
He breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "Why are you playing tricks on me? What time is it? It's past 8pm now. Don't you have a phone? Check it yourself!"
"You know it's already past 8pm!" the voice on the other end was even louder than his. "How long have you been late? Don't you know?!"
Hattori Heiji was startled by the volume that penetrated his eardrums. He covered his ears and took a while to grasp the key word in the sentence - late.
...Being late seems to mean having an appointment.
Thinking of this, Hattori Heiji suddenly realized and slapped his thigh: "..." Oh no, after listening to Dr. Agasa talking about the complicated situation in Tokyo, he ran over excitedly and happily with the purpose of sticking up for his brother and solving the mystery of the Black Organization... He completely forgot that he had an appointment with Toyama Kazuha to go out together tonight.
Osaka's shopping street.
When Yuanshan Heye heard his reaction, she guessed the truth and flew into a rage: "No way, you forgot?! - It was you who said there was a good store and wanted to take me there, but it turned out to be you who broke the promise! You...where are you now?!"
Hattori Heiji said in a panic: "I, I'm outside. I wanted to go back as soon as I finished my work, but I didn't expect it to take so long..."
"What are you talking about?" the person on the other end complained. "Where the hell are you? Why is the signal so bad?"
"The signal is poor..." Hattori Heiji put down his phone and took a look, only to find that there was only one bar of signal.
He had no choice but to look around, walk to a place with better signal, walk through the living room, come to the balcony, and open the floor-to-ceiling window.
Finding that the signal had finally increased by a few bars, he breathed a sigh of relief and explained it again.
Hattori Heiji, who was immersed in the phone call, did not notice anything wrong.
Next to them, Conan and Judy stared blankly at the oversized high school student. After receiving a phone call, he seemed to be controlled by some thread and started walking all the way out until he entered the balcony, only two steps away from the outside of the building.
Jiang Xia pointed at Hattori Heiji's back and said to Inspector Megure: "Look, this is the method used by the murderer."
“!!”
Inspector Megure was confused and pretended to understand something. He looked at Takagi and Sato at the same time: Quick! Understand what Brother Jiang Xia said and explain it to me!
Next to him, Conan suddenly understood everything.
He strode onto the balcony, looked left and right, and quickly turned right.
The balcony of Room 2103 runs through the living room and the bedroom where the deceased fell.
Just now, Hattori Heiji entered the balcony from the living room, and so did Conan. Now, after running to the right and entering the bedroom, they can see a window leading from the balcony to the bedroom.
Conan stood on tiptoe and looked through the window. He saw the police officers busy in the bedroom and a single bed placed against another window.
"What are you doing?"
Hattori Heiji noticed the movement behind him and looked at Conan in confusion. After looking at him for a while, he looked down at himself. The Osaka detective was also surprised and seemed to understand something.
He hung up the phone, ran quickly to Conan's side, stood on the balcony, looked into the bedroom, and then looked down at Conan.
"So that's it!" the two whispered contentedly, "It seems the murderer is that man!"
Behind them.
Judy also walked onto the balcony, quietly took out her camera, and took a picture of Hattori Heiji.
Taking secret photos of targets is actually Vermouth's habit, but the FBI also does similar things.
This Osaka detective who displays the cause of death like a teaching aid is worth filming from any perspective.
After taking the pictures, Judy returned to the living room as if nothing had happened.
Hattori Heiji and Conan looked in the direction she had just appeared. Conan frowned and whispered, "She was secretly filming us."
Hattori Heiji thought for a moment and suddenly smiled mischievously, "Only when people are in danger will they show more instinctive reactions, thereby exposing more of what we want to see.
"—How about this? Let's set a trap for Teacher Judy. Let's see how she reacts when her life is at stake."
"A life-or-death trap?" Conan hesitated. "Tell me more."
The two people whispered to each other, occasionally accompanied by a sinister smile.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Judy: "A-choo!"
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