Chapters 3535 & 3547 [Case Closed] Requesting monthly votes (`)
"Huh? Jiang Xia, you got here so fast?" Ms. Yangzi's agent looked up and saw Jiang Xia, handing him the key. "This is the key to the Hanzawa family's house. I just borrowed it from the landlord."
After a pause, she asked, seemingly having weathered many storms but unable to hide her curiosity, "Is Hanzawa really killing someone in his own home?"
Jiang Xia took the keys: "We'll know once we go up and take a look."
The group went up to the second floor in a grand procession and used a key to unlock the door.
When I got to the bathroom door and pushed it open, I saw a very strange sight inside.
—In the bathtub, there lay a middle-aged man, bound like a dumpling and his mouth covered.
Above his head, a heavy cement brick was suspended by a thin rope.
The other end of the thin rope passed over the showerhead and was tied to a large block of ice. The ice was slowly melting, especially where it was in contact with the rope, and it looked like it was about to break in two, letting the cement bricks fall.
Officer Takagi was stunned: "What, what's going on?"
Jiang Xia glanced at the situation in the bathroom and answered his question in a good-natured manner: "It seems that Mr. Hanzaki did not intend to drown his manager, but rather to use a timer to kill him, and then place the body in a nearby construction site after dinner to make it look like he accidentally fell to his death."
As they were talking, a sickeningly loud cracking sound could be faintly heard coming from the large block of ice.
"!!" Officer Takagi was still in shock, but his body moved instinctively. He lunged forward and, in the instant the ice broke and the cement bricks fell, grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar and forcefully pulled him to sit up.
With a muffled "thud," a heavy block of cement sank into the bathtub, shattering a piece of ceramic. And where it landed was precisely where the middle-aged man's head had been.
The middle-aged man was still in shock.
Officer Takagi was also still shaken.
However, he was a policeman after all, and had experienced many life-or-death situations before. After staring at each other for a moment, the slow-witted officer finally came to his senses and hurriedly helped the middle-aged man untie the tape from his mouth and the ropes binding him.
Looking at the face peeking out from under the tape, he exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't you the manager who argued with Hanzawa in the park last night?"
“It’s me.” The middle-aged agent looked shaken. “You saved me again… Thank you, Officer Takagi.”
Officer Takagi chuckled sheepishly, "It's nothing, it's all part of my job."
He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait, how do you know my last name is Takagi? Do you know me?"
The middle-aged agent slapped his forehead, as if he had remembered something.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black ID card: "This should be yours, right? I found it yesterday and was planning to return it to you at the police station today, but who knew... sigh."
Officer Takagi froze for a moment, cold sweat pouring down his face like a waterfall: "..." Well, thank goodness you didn't go to the police station, otherwise everyone would know that I lost my ID.
Conan was quite pleased with the happy scene, but he also realized that his reasoning was slightly flawed: "It turns out that the person who found the police ID was actually the manager—Mr. Hanzaki just saw this scene and added Officer Takagi to his plan."
The mini detective is satisfied with today's reasoning.
In the corridor.
Kinoshita Yoko's manager looked around, pulled Jiang Xia aside, and then asked in a furtive whisper, "Such good material, can't we really use it?"
Jiang Xia seemed somewhat hesitant: "It's possible, but I have an important request this afternoon—if you absolutely must contact the media, then wait until after I leave. Also, don't say anything about me being involved in this matter before 7 p.m.
"That's good." The agent nodded, in a good mood. "It just so happens that Yoko has a similar drama series that she plans to promote recently. You two can work together and appear on a variety show."
As she spoke, she looked at Kinoshita Yoko beside her, intending to discuss with this top idol which method to maximize traffic. However, when she turned her head, she saw that Kinoshita Yoko was not listening to them at all, but was instead rummaging through her bag for various things.
"Just solved a case, are you tired? This is a fruit salad I made for lunch, all fresh fruit flown in by air, here you go."
Kinoshita Yoko handed the box to Jiang Xia, then bent down to rummage around and quickly pulled out a soft item from her bag: "It's getting colder lately, so I bought you a scarf. It's been sitting in the car, so I brought it with me this time."
Then she continued rummaging through the bag: "There's also this CD sample..."
"Yoko!" The manager snatched it away. "Didn't I tell you? This isn't the time to disclose this yet!"
Yoko Kinoshita smiled guiltily and pretended to be innocent, saying, "It's just a test, it won't be leaked. You know, Jiang Xia isn't that kind of person, he always has some unique inspirations."
broker:"……"
Her brow twitched slightly, and she was about to speak when two people came out of the bathroom.
Officer Takagi rubbed his hands together, full of energy—having retrieved his police badge, he was now a fully-fledged policeman again: "Let's go! We'll apprehend that premeditated murderer!"
...
In the park, inside the barbecue restaurant.
Hanzawa Jiro took the charred meat from the grill, put a new slice of raw meat on it, and then, under the shopkeeper's subtly displeased gaze, continued to frequently glance at the clock on the wall.
As the clock approached 2 o'clock, he slowly leaned back in his chair, revealing a complex expression that combined relief and entanglement.
"By now, the ice should have completely melted. That means..."
After a moment of silence, Hanzawa Jiro muttered to himself, "I'm sorry, Sugiyama. Who told you to lie to me? It's pitiful that you lost your life, but aren't my lost talents and prime years also pitiful?"
"That's right, you were the one who acted unjustly first, I was just acting in self-defense!"
After consoling himself like this, his expression immediately relaxed a lot.
Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks and savor the grilled meat in front of him, a voice came from behind him: "Self-defense? Do you really think you're not popular because I didn't try to help you?"
"?!" The familiar sound made Hanzawa Jiro's hand tremble, and the steel tongs clattered into the plate.
He jumped up and turned around, only to see a ghost standing behind his chair. After a moment of stunned silence, Hanzawa Jiro let out a terrified scream: "A ghost!!"
“This isn’t a ghost,” Jiang Xia stepped out from behind Hanzawa Jiro, authoritatively refuting, “This is a living person.”
"..."
I didn't encounter any ghosts.
But Hanzawa Jiro was even more confused.
"You..." He stared at Sugiyama, the manager who should have been dead, as if he had seen a ghost, and murmured, "How did you get here?"
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