Corpse collector in Conan

There was a single bed in the bedroom of the wing. The whole room looked extremely simple, but not very tidy - although the floor and the bed were clean, there was a corner of the sheet stuck in the crack of the closet door for some reason.

Jiang Xia glanced at it and ignored it for the time being. He walked straight to the secret door near the window and looked outside.

Suzuki Sonoko also came over curiously. She leaned against the window and looked out at the smooth snow. She couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "What a big footprint!"

——A series of footprints that were obviously larger than those of ordinary people started from this wing room that was located alone in a corner of the courtyard, bypassed the rockery and bushes, and spread all the way to the main house in the distance.

"This is the shape of a boot." The old lady covered her chest with her hands, her voice trembling: "General Xiuyou, it must be him! In fact, I saw it last night - I saw General Xiuyou wearing armor and walking through the yard with my own eyes.

"According to the legend, anyone who sees him will face curses and bad luck. I prepared myself and waited all night, but who knew that in the end, the curse would fall on my husband..."

“…”

Everyone respected the old lady's talk about gods and ghosts but did not believe them.

After comforting the mysterious old lady, they quickly returned to the scientific perspective and discussed with each other:

"The murderer must have put on his armor after killing President Daimon in the wing room, crossed the yard, and walked back to the main house from an inconspicuous path. Let's not destroy these armor footprints yet. Let's go back to the main house along the same route we came from just now."

…

The group returned to the main house along the same route, then walked through the corridor and quickly came to the other entrance of the house.

——From the general direction, the set of footprints that just returned from the crime scene to the main house entered the house from this side.

Sure enough, when we arrived, we saw that the side door of the main house was half open, and a string of huge footprints extended from the snow all the way to the door. Then, very rudely, we stepped on the dirty door mat, with our feet covered in mud and snow, and stepped onto the spotless wooden corridor.

After breaking into the room, it went straight forward with a clear purpose and turned into a room about seven or eight meters away from the door.

A group of people slowly turned their heads along the direction of the footprints.

Seeing the room the armor was heading to, the eldest sister-in-law's face suddenly changed: "My husband...my husband said he wanted to listen to music last night, so he went into this audio-visual room alone to spend the night! No wonder I haven't seen him since just now, I thought he was sleeping in again..."

“?!”

Several policemen who were curiously watching the room suddenly changed their expressions when they heard this. They ran over quickly and turned the doorknob hard, but the door did not move at all, obviously locked from the inside.

"Why is this door so thick?" Officer Sato kicked it and felt something was wrong. She tapped the door with her fingers and asked, "Is this a special door?"

The eldest sister-in-law nodded hesitantly: "My husband has very high requirements for the quality of life, so he specially customized this well-enclosed audio-visual room. This room has no windows, and the door has been specially thickened..."

Vermouth: "..." Rounding off, she customized a large coffin for herself...

Next to her, Mao Lilan tried a few kicks out of disbelief, but failed as well.

The younger son remembered something and ran to the tool room. "There should be an axe at home. It will be used for mowing the yard. I'll go get it right away!"

…

After finding an axe and chopping at it for a while, the reinforced door was finally opened.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw a bloody long knife dropped at the door.

Everyone immediately had a bad feeling.

And when I looked deeper with bated breath, I saw a man in armor lying on his back on the floor in the middle of the audio-visual room.

The scabbard of his knife fell beside him, and his head and neck were covered with a large pool of blood. He was motionless and obviously dead.

Jiang Xia asked the maid for a pair of shoe covers, put them on and went into the house.

Walking to the fallen armor and leaning over to look, what came into view was a completely black mask with a white beard.

He reached out and took off the mask, finally revealing a face with crooked glasses and open eyes.

“Husband——!!” The sister-in-law at the door covered her face and screamed.

The old lady's face was numb, and she kept muttering: "General Xiuyou, this is General Xiuyou's curse."

Curacao stood at the door, looked inside carefully, and finally confirmed: Yes, it was the face of President Daimon's eldest son.

...How come he died?

“Compared to the second brother who has no intention of taking over the company, the eldest brother, although stupid, has some opinions of his own and is indeed a trouble for the organization.

"I originally planned to have the president leave a will stating that the company would be inherited by his second son, and then kill him, but now..."

Thinking of the two bloody corpses beside him, Curacao fell into deep silence.

When an organization helps others to answer multiple-choice questions, it is forcing the other party to choose one from different options.

When Uzo helps others with multiple-choice questions, he seems to prefer the method of elimination - as long as he eliminates all other options and only keeps the ones he wants, the question will naturally be considered solved.

...When it comes to rooting out the evil and being ruthless, this genuine devil is the one to go.

"I used to think my job was heinous and unscrupulous, but now, compared to Uzo... I almost think I'm a good person."

An organizational cadre fell into deep thought about his career and colleagues.

As she thought about it, she always felt like she had forgotten something important.

"etc!"

Curacao looked at his eldest brother's body in the room and suddenly woke up: "Come to think of it, I just used my only remaining black coin to bet that the murderer of this murder case was the eldest brother of the Damen family?"

But now, her eldest brother was dead. Although he died in a secret room with closed doors and windows, it looked like suicide...but countless experiences told her that the more this happened, the less likely it was suicide.

In other words, her little black coin...

Curacao: “…”

...Uzo!! What have you done!!

Faced with an ordinary murder case happening to an ordinary person, the cold-blooded cadres from the organization clenched their fists silently, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and anger in their hearts.

Beside her, Judy watched this scene with a hint of surprise in her eyes: This person is actually... angry?

"What's going on?" An FBI agent was briefly confused. She stroked her chin and muttered to herself, "Did I make a mistake? This female lawyer is not a member of the Black Organization, and she didn't come here to murder the father and son of the Damen family? After all, compared to the perpetrator, she now looks like a heartbroken family member of a victim."

"And based on my experience, when faced with such an ordinary murder case, those conscienceless guys would just watch it and not take it seriously, just like..."

——Yes, just like the "new doctor" next to him