Corpse collector in Conan

The Memu Police Department was also aware of the suspicion of this new person.

He asked Qing Shuiyang: "Where did you drink before? Are there any companions besides you?"

Qing Shuiyang nodded, turned around and pointed to the upstairs behind him: "That's right there, the lighted room on the fifth floor."

Jiang Xia raised his head and looked over. Beside him, Mao Lilan was also looking at the window. She suddenly shuddered and whispered to Jiang Xia: "Isn't this the balcony where the drunk man poked his head when we came back?"

A few minutes ago, she thought this scene of a gathering of friends was warm and funny. Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, one of them turned into a corpse lying on the ground, with a broken head and blood, and died miserably.

Maya Hashimoto happened to be standing not far away. With his peripheral vision, he glanced at the goosebumps on Mao Lilan's arms, and nodded secretly: Such a timid female high school student, it seems that she can be the first to be eliminated from Uzo's team?

Maya Hashimoto: "..." But then I thought about it, and I seemed to have had goosebumps just now - to be safer, don't rule it out, just reduce the suspicion.

…

When Jiang Xia heard Mao Lilan's words, she seemed a little sad and sighed.

But a qualified detective only sees cases. He told the Memu Police Department: "There was indeed a party and drinking there not long ago, and they must have drunk a lot, because I saw someone drunk - why not go upstairs and ask them about the situation."

The meeting place was not far next door, and the Mumu Police Department took them upstairs.

After knocking on the door for a while, someone finally came over and opened the door drunkenly.

In the room were two college students about the same age as the deceased. They glanced outside the door and saw a strange team composed of middle-aged people, mixed-race people who looked like foreigners, high school students and children.

The two of them had question marks on their heads, and they had sobered up a bit: "Are you...?"

Qing Shuiyang struggled to squeeze in from behind and shared this huge gossip and bad news with them: "Ikuta was killed!"

"?!"

The wine completely sobered up.

Someone's eyes fell on Jiang Xia's face and he suddenly realized: "No wonder I always feel familiar. You are the detective who solved many cases! Who killed Ikuta?"

Jiang Xia has answered this kind of questions many times, and has developed a skill: "It should be one of you."

When the faces of several college students suddenly changed and they looked at each other suspiciously, he changed his words seriously: "Or a passing gangster."

College students: "..."

Jiang Xia took advantage of them to be sober and began to collect clues: "Which of you is the owner of the house here? Are there any similar rumors of headshots and murders nearby?"

The less drunk person among them stood up: "This is the apartment I rented. I have lived here for two years and I have never heard of anything like this - there are indeed some dead people who were blackmailed and then had their heads shot off. , but the murderers have all been caught long ago, and they probably haven’t been released yet.”

It was only then that the young police officer, who had been squeezed behind by the energetic detective team members, climbed up the stairs. He quickly started working, looking at the two new people who appeared in the room, trying to register their information.

The strong man in the back smelled of alcohol. He pointed at the owner of the house and then at himself: "His name is Takeno Koji, and I am Nakamura Einori. We are all members of the mountain climbing club, and we usually have a good relationship. , often go out for dinner and drinks.”

Maya Hashimoto glanced down at the coffee table.

The table was messy by a few drunkards. It was piled with snacks, beer, and cigarette butts. There was also an ice bucket with a bottle of bourbon beside it. These students were quite good at drinking. Bourbon with Coke.

"Speaking of which, there seems to be bourbon in the wine Uzo packed yesterday." Maya Hashimoto recalled what happened yesterday and looked at today's table again, feeling vaguely alert.

But soon he felt that he was overthinking: bourbon is a common drink, and many people have it at home. And besides bourbon, Uzo also took away a lot of other things yesterday... One of the ingredients for a glass of wine seemed to include Irish whiskey.

Thinking about it, Maya Hashimoto sighed: In fact, he occasionally used wine to relieve his sorrows, but he drank very little each time.

First, living in this organization that kills people as quickly as chopping melons and vegetables. As a cadre confidant who has mastered a lot of important information, Hashimoto Maya is very worried that he will leak the flaw after being drunk, and wake up the next day and move inexplicably. Arrive at Tokyo Bay.

Secondly, he was exposed to too many wine code names. When others see the wine, they will only think of the delicious taste of the wine, as well as the stories and stories of the past while drinking. But when he sees a bottle of wine, a face or some deeds will often pop up in his mind, and then his appetite suddenly drops.

——For example, from today on, no, from earlier on, he has made up his mind not to touch any drinks containing Uzo. Drinking brings bad luck.

"Speaking of which, there seems to be a man named Bourbon among the cadres, and he has some interactions with Mr. Ireland, but I haven't seen him, or I may have met him but didn't identify him."

Maya Hashimoto looked at the bourbon on the coffee table and sighed silently in his heart: "Oh, the peripheral members are so sad. The intelligence is always missing the most critical point, and they are pushed out as cannon fodder every time. I don't know when they will arrive. What will my future be like after being under Uzo’s hands?”

…

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same. Unlike this job-hopping confidant who was saddened by the wine bottle, the others were still focused on looking for the murderer who brutally shot his head.

The owner of the house sighed and told what happened according to Jiang Xia's request: "It happened that no one had classes today, so I organized a drinking party. We started drinking around 7 o'clock in the evening, and everyone is a little drunk now. Dizzy - to be honest, I can't remember when Ikuta left the house. I didn't expect to see him again and he was actually dead..."

Shimizu Yo, who was the first to run from here to watch the crime scene, had some impressions of this: "It should be around 10 o'clock. Because I remember that around 9 o'clock, Kusaka called Ikuta, and it seemed that he wanted to make an appointment. He goes out..."

Masami Kusaka was the first person to discover it.

He had just been suddenly identified by Mouri Kogoro. At this time, everyone was in a panic. Hearing Qing Shuiyang say that he had called the deceased, he quickly interrupted: "Wait a minute! Don't talk nonsense, I didn't call him at all!" "

"Ah?" Qing Shuiyang paused, looked at the two classmates who were drinking together, and confirmed with the house owner and the strong man, "He has been beaten, right?"

The owner of the house nodded: "I don't know where Ikuta went at that time. When I answered the phone, Kusaka's voice came through the receiver."

Kusaka Masami: "You, you don't want to spit on others!"

The Memu Police Department caught another key point in the words: "So where did the deceased go at that time?"