Corpse collector in Conan

The screenwriter continued to recall: "After I returned to the open-air restaurant, about a few minutes later, I suddenly heard a gunshot. I quickly ran to the railing with others to check, but I didn't see anyone on the other side."

Officer Shancun looked at him and reluctantly asked the others for confirmation: "Is what he said true?"

Jiang Xia nodded.

"Ah." Officer Yamamura sighed, and turned to the last person who was familiar with the deceased with expectation. He asked the female agent, "Ms. Tanigawa, what about you? What were you doing at the time?"

The female manager clutched her handkerchief and wiped away her tears: “I was having dinner with everyone in the evening, and then Shagang got drunk and started talking nonsense. I was afraid that he would offend others, so I quickly sent him back to the room.

"After that, I didn't feel like having a party anymore, so I took a shower in the house and planned to go to bed early. But right after I finished showering, I suddenly heard a noise like a gunshot outside.

“It was already past the hunting ground’s opening hours, and I was worried that I had heard it wrong, so I went to the balcony and asked the people in the restaurant downstairs.

"Everyone downstairs heard the noise and was looking at the woods across the street from the railing. Then I suddenly remembered that I hadn't seen Shagang, so I looked into his room next door, but I saw a bullet hole in his glass..."

"Sunaoka is the actor who died."

Before the female agent started to wipe her tears, Officer Shancun's eyes had already lit up, like two cool police lights that would catch anyone they saw. He stared at the woman in front of him: "In other words, you are the last person to see him, and you are also the first person to discover the body?"

The female agent was stunned. She had been filming detective dramas with Sunaoka Kazuyoshi for many years, so she certainly knew what these two identities meant.

"I didn't kill him!" The female agent argued in panic, "I wasn't the first person to discover the body. Strictly speaking, I just saw the bullet hole on the window.

"!" Officer Shancun was stunned, then slapped his palm, "That's right."

He followed this advice very humbly, turned to the innkeeper, and once again put on the suspicious look that marked the sign: "So what about you, where were you at the time?"

The innkeeper, who was drinking tea and eating melon, was startled when he heard this: "This... am I also a suspect?"

"Of course." Shancuncao touched his chin, started thinking, and blurted out a script:

“Maybe you’re a die-hard fan of the deceased, and because the quality of his filming has declined recently, you’re resentful, so you suddenly came up with a good idea.

"You found a way to get GG to the deceased's company and entice him to come to your place for tourism. Then you took advantage of your status and killed the deceased!"

"I didn't!" The innkeeper lost interest in drinking tea and hurriedly explained, "I'm already this old, how could I possibly go and have a crush on a young guy? Besides, have you forgotten that it takes 30 minutes to go across the river and back, and I stayed in the hotel the whole time."

Officer Yamamura snorted. “‘It takes 30 minutes to get to the other side of the river’, that’s the route you pointed to – maybe there’s some hidden path nearby, or maybe you built a makeshift bridge and kicked it into the river when you were done.”

Conan: “…” They look so alike, this must be Uncle Maori’s biological brother.

The producer next to him suddenly recalled something and said, "Come to think of it, when I was on the phone in the lobby, the hotel owner did leave for a while. After the gunshots, it took him a while to come out from the back..."

The boss didn't expect that someone would take advantage of someone's misfortune. He quickly said, "That's because I was washing dishes in the kitchen at the time! The sound of water was too loud, and I was used to the sound of gunfire in the hunting grounds, so I didn't take the movement outside seriously. Later, I heard that the open-air restaurant was also in chaos, and suddenly realized that the time was wrong, so I hurried out to check."

"It took me just over a minute from the time I heard the noise to the time I left the house. What could I have done in such a short time? Besides, if you want to say it's suspicious..."

The innkeeper gritted his teeth and finally realized the correct way to end this situation: as long as the real murderer was someone else, his suspicion would naturally be cleared.

Thinking of this, the evil boss raised his hand and pointed: "If you want to talk about suspicious people, this gentleman is the real suspicious one - he has been wandering around the hall and eavesdropping at the side door from time to time. In addition, during the time before dinner, everyone else was watching the TV series starring the deceased, and this gentleman was also sitting in the corner, watching with an admiring expression.

"I suspect he is the deceased's fan, and I couldn't see him when I went to the kitchen to wash dishes. In other words, no matter from which angle you look at it, he is as suspicious as I am!"

"Oh?" Officer Shancun seemed to take this clue very seriously, and turned his head immediately after hearing this.

Calvados: “…”

Facing the police's suspicious gaze, familiar scenes came flooding back to my mind.

——When Calvados was labeled a suspect by the police for the first time, he was full of vigilance.

He felt a little annoyed when he was labeled a suspect by the police for the second time.

The third time...

The fourth time...

Being stared at by the police again, Calvados remained silent for a moment, and suddenly found that there was only a calmness and numbness in his heart after a storm.

Even if one thinks carefully, there is a distorted joy and relief hidden in the numbness: Oh, this time, he doesn't have a gun on him, and even if these policemen search the sky and the earth, they can't take even a single bullet from him!

This thought flashed through his mind, and just as he was about to raise his chin, Calvados suddenly came to his senses and his heart skipped a beat.

Calvados: "..." Wait, what's there to be happy about? Is this kind of thing glorious?

"What are you thinking about?" A big face came up to him and the police officer Shancun asked suspiciously, "Your expression keeps changing. Are you thinking of how to make excuses?"

Suddenly, the policeman who had watched countless detective movies looked sharp and realized something: "Wait, why are there calluses on your hands? Tell me! Are these gun calluses that you specially practiced for today's murder?"

Calvados: “…”