Conan’s Corpse Picker

   Jiang Xia reached out to take the photo and glanced down.

  The photo is a bit old, it is a photo of Fayue Dema and an old lady. The two sat side by side on a park bench. The old lady was dressed in a kimono and had a kind expression. She was probably a beautiful woman when she was young, and she could vaguely see her silhouette when she was old. "Mitsuko" is written on the back of the photo, which should be the old lady's name.

   He put away the photo and nodded to the police officer: "Okay."

  The policeman avoided errands, and while thanking the hard-working high school students in his heart, he planned to return to work.

   At this time, Hattori Heiji remembered something and grabbed him: "By the way, in this case, you can do us a favor too."

  Little Police Officer: "...Ah?"

"Don't forget what Jiang Xia said just now - since Mr. Fayue is a master of the fifth dan of kendo, it must not be difficult for the opponent to be unprepared to kill people with one blow. And when I was at the city station, I remember He had crutches with him, but when he went to the crime scene to point out the witnesses, the crutches were gone."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this seemingly simple case actually had a hidden meaning: "When you investigate, focus on investigating Mr. Fayuki's itinerary today and the monitoring of various stations along the tram line. Also, remember to investigate him and scams. relationship between victims.”

  "..." The little policeman still didn't think Fayue Dema would be the murderer, but after listening to the detective's detailed description, he felt that there was some truth to it.

   After a second thought, he felt that if he could prove Fayue Dema's innocence through investigation, it would be good, so he nodded, and finally had a little energy to investigate people: "I see."

  …

  Camellia Park is a few stops away from the police headquarters.

   Several high school students left the building full of police officers, got on the tram, and watched the famous sights retreat away from them in the sad eyes of Yuan Shan and Ye.

   After a while, the car stopped in a relatively quiet residential area.

   Looking around the place, several people saw the place where Fayue Dema often haunts.

  Camellia Park looks rather rudimentary. It is only half the size of the playground. There are simple fitness facilities such as parallel bars. Compared with the "park", it is actually more like an open space for nearby children to play.

   At this time, there were many children in Camellia Park.

   They were gathering together, looking up at an old man in front of them.

   That person is Fayue Dema.

   He was pushing a bicycle, and on the back seat of the car was a simple and old wooden box. The middle of the wooden box was like a window, revealing a simple painting.

  The old man's full-fledged voice sounded like he was playing the villain: "Hahaha, so the earth is in my bag!"

   Then his tone changed: "I won't let you succeed!—O evil king of darkness, accept the justice of justice!" Saying that, Fayue Dema waved a pair of crutches in his hand and gestured for a trick.

   Several high school students were watching from a distance, and Suzuki Sonoko was amused: "I'm so energetic, I really don't look like an old man in his seventies." Just like her uncle who jumped up and down every day and shouted to compete with Kidd.

   Yuan Shan and Ye nodded: "Every day I come to the park to play plays for the children, and I also practice kendo, so I must be in good health."

  …

  The paper drama that Fayue Dema is performing was originally a down-to-earth street performance art. The props it uses are not complicated, but they are fun for kids.

  The wooden box used in the paper play is shaped like a mini stage when unfolded. In the card slot on the side of the stage, there is a set of pictures with a coherent storyline. The pictures will appear in the center of the "stage" one by one. The picture on the front faces the audience, and the script on the back faces the narrator. After speaking, one is taken out, just like a living picture book integrated into the performance, which is very popular with children.

The audience of    paper dramas is mainly children, so the length is generally not too long.

   When several high school students came, it was just in time for the end of the play. The justice warrior defeated the evil king of darkness, and the drama ended. A group of children stood up contentedly, said goodbye to Fayue Dema, and went to play elsewhere.

  Fayue Dema turned around and packed up the small wooden box "stage". After closing the lid, I felt that there were a few more people beside me. He turned his head suspiciously and saw a few familiar high school students.

   "It's you." Fayue Dema laughed, "How did you get here? There are no attractions worth seeing here."

   Jiang Xia looked at him and didn't agree with it. In fact, he thought the scenery here was pretty good.

  Fayue Dema always felt that the detective's eyes were a bit strange. When Jiang Xia looked at it, the smile on his face gradually became stiff: "What's wrong?"

  Jiang Xia came back to his senses, took out the group photo given by the little police officer just now, and handed it over kindly:

   "This is the photo you lost - we encountered another case just now. When we went to the police station to make a transcript, a police officer said that you live near here, so we wanted to come and take a look."

   Fayue Dema was secretly relieved when he heard that they were just stopping by.

   He took the photo and glanced down. Seeing the woman in the photo, he couldn't help showing a nostalgic expression: "Thank you."

   Several girls saw his expression and couldn't help but wonder: "Is this your wife?"

  Fayue Dema smiled and shook his head: "I dreamed that she was my wife. It's a pity that she passed away unfortunately a while ago."

  "..." I didn't expect this to be a sad and unrequited love story.

  Mao Lilan felt that this topic should not be brought up, and said indifferently: "That, please mourn."

  Fayue Dema was more open. He waved his hand: "People have good and bad times, and life is like this. At our age, we are actually very used to people around us leaving."

   said so, but there was a strong murderous aura rising from him, smelling like old wood and cardboard boxes.

  The mermaid floated over with its tail dangling, grabbed a wisp of it and tugged it lightly, feeling that the tenacity was very good, and turned around and whispered to Miss Spider, feeling that this might be able to be used for weaving clothes.

   The joys and sorrows between humans and ghosts are not connected.

   To the people next to him, this topic seemed a bit heavy. After all, a few high school students were a little thin-skinned, and in fact, no evidence was found, so they didn't say more and left quickly.

  …

   "Why don't we go and look for a cane nearby?"

  Heiji Hattori felt that it was boring to wait all the time, so he thought about it: "I heard that Mr. Fayuki got off the bus at the stop here, and then went to the police station to provide the witness clues of 'saw the killing of yellow hair'.

   "Assume he is the murderer first, and the crutch that has been missing once is the murder weapon, then if you want to dispose of the murder weapon, the most likely locations are the crime scene, along the tram line, and here."