Corpse collector in Conan

After hearing this, Mrs. Ninety-nine turned back and glanced at the wall.

"He." The lady seemed to have a very good memory and could actually remember her husband's huge team of apprentices. "His name is Kinoshita, and he is the most talented child I have ever seen - although I feel sorry for Sanada to say this. But if Sanada is a genius, then Kinoshita is the genius among geniuses.”

Jiang Xia looked at the people in the photo a few more times and said regretfully: "So powerful?"

Sanada Ichizo is already a leader among the younger generation, and his magic skills are not inferior to those of most seniors. Someone who is more talented than him...maybe he is a weakened version of Kidd.

It would be great if genius magicians could stably produce magic power like Kidd, but it's a pity...

When a psychic is deep in thought.

Next to him, Conan was also a little surprised: he had watched Ichizo Sanada's performance before, and he knew the gold content of Mrs. Ninety-nine's words. But this way...

"Kinoshita? I don't think I've ever heard of him." Conan looked at the young man in the photo, "Is it possible that he easily understood the highest realm of magic and felt bored, so he retired from the world?"

Mrs. Ninety-nine smiled bitterly and shook her head: "It would be great if that were the case, but it's not the case - 14 years ago, he unfortunately had an accident while practicing escape magic and passed away at a young age."

Speaking of this, she realized something belatedly: "Kid, there are so many photos hanging here, why do you have to ask him?"

Conan has long understood why he feels that this photo is very abnormal: not only the miraculous magic on the photo, but also because...

"There is dust on the other photos, but this one is very clean, as if someone is cleaning it regularly." Toru Amuro glanced at Conan, "That's what you think."

"..." Conan smiled with sudden realization, "So that's it! Haha, I just think this shape of holding flames in the palm is very handsome, so I asked more."

The two people with their own thoughts looked at each other and left their sight while maintaining their acting skills.

Jiang Xia watched this scene silently: "..." What are you looking at? Without risking murderous intent, it is simply a waste of resources.

Mrs. Ninety-nine still failed to notice the surging undercurrent, and was looking carefully at the portraits on the wall. Only then did she realize that this photo was indeed different from the others: "It's true. Probably my husband also regretted his untimely death, so he would clean it for him from time to time - this was his favorite student in the past. Thinking about it later...Oh, it was really a twist of fate."

Jiang Xia looked at a circle of white human-shaped marks on the ground: "Is this a mark made by the police when they came to investigate?"

Mrs. Ninety-nine came to her senses and nodded: "Yes, this is the place where my husband fell to the ground. After the police left, I didn't touch it again and kept it as it was."

Next to the white human-shaped traces, there is a mahogany desk with a lot of scattered poker cards scattered on the table.

"The two playing cards stuck together were mixed in the pile of cards at that time, and there was the glue used to bind them next to them." Mrs. Jiujiu pointed to the table, "The police checked these one by one during the investigation. Poker, the current pile of cards is what I put back based on my impression.”

Jiang Xia walked to the table and looked through it thoughtfully.

Toru Amuro followed him for a while, and his eyes soon drifted to the wall again.

He came to the wall thoughtfully, stretched out his hand and touched: "The material of this wall..."

Mrs. Jiujiu reacted and explained: "My husband likes classical music very much and usually comes here to play it. In order not to disturb other people in the house, he specially made this room soundproof."

Conan's eyes twitched slightly: "..." In other words, even if he screamed for help here before he died, no one would hear him... Alas, it seems that he is too rich, but it is actually not a good thing - if the walls here If you cut corners a little, maybe nothing will happen to the deceased.

The three of them were watching their own things in the basement. Mrs. Jiujiu waited with bated breath for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask: "So, did my husband really commit suicide?"

Jiang Xia pointed in the direction of the door: "The door of this room cannot be locked from the outside. Even if it is locked with a key, the door can be opened easily by turning the doorknob from the inside."

These words sounded familiar. Mrs. Jiujiu recalled what the police had said to her a while ago, and she looked sad: "That's right. If someone else had given aconitine, my husband could have left the basement before the poison took hold and ran to He asked for help outside, but he didn’t... In other words, did he really commit suicide by taking poison? "

"No." Jiang Xia shook his head, "I mean, he was in a state of inability to move at that time. Even if he knew he was poisoned, he could only wait for death in the basement."

"!" Mrs. Ninety-nine said excitedly, "So he was killed?!"

Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked at the ground: "This circle of white line should have been posted by the police based on the posture of the deceased when he died - don't you think it looks a little strange?"

"Strange?" Mrs. Jiujiu looked at the ground in confusion and shook her head, "It seems not - I have seen my husband's body. Judging from his posture, he walked very peacefully."

"It's weird to be peaceful!" Conan couldn't help but said, "Auntie, don't you usually watch TV? In TV series, people who are poisoned will cover their throats in pain, or hold their chests and stomachs, and struggle hard before they can breathe. This It is human nature. No matter how graceful your husband was in life, he should not be lying as flat as standing upright when he died - unless he was tied up and unable to adjust his posture. "

Mrs. Jiujiu covered her lips in surprise: "..." What does this child usually watch? Poisoning, struggling to die... Is this something that should be broadcast on the children's channel?

Her thoughts went off track for a moment, but soon returned to the right track: "This... the police did say that my husband, as a person who died of poisoning, his body was different from others - but they carefully checked and found that there was no sign of being tied up on my husband, and he had not taken hypnotic or anesthetic drugs."

Jiang Xia touched his chin and walked to the wall: "The autopsy can indeed detect the signs of binding, but this case is related to magicians after all, and there are too many techniques and props that can be used to confuse the audience..."

He suddenly pointed to a huge photo placed against the wall: "Did your husband also wear this kind of ring on his hand on the day he died?"

Several people turned their heads and saw that it was the photo of Jiujiu Yuankang. Like the circle of apprentices hanging on the wall, Jiujiu Yuankang in the photo was also performing magic.

Against the pure black background, the magic master looked down at the outside of the screen with one hand raised in front of him. He opened his fingers slightly, with a few thin threads hanging between them, like an elegant puppeteer, manipulating the puppet he had carefully crafted.