Corpse collector in Conan

Conan: “…” I had already hinted that something was wrong when I found the gun, but unfortunately I was fooled by this confused policeman - now you know you were wrong, right?

However, at first glance, the village police officer did not look remorseful at all. Instead, he was secretly recording the video with starry eyes.

Conan: “…”

Instead of chasing stars, shouldn't you pursue the truth and facts first? !

Perhaps his resentment made the mountain village police officer realize something. After abusing his power for personal gain, the policeman finally remembered something important. He asked in confusion: "Before the gunshots were heard, the murderous gun had already been placed across the valley - so the murder weapon that killed the deceased was not actually this? But the bullet taken out of the deceased's forehead clearly matches the serial number of that rifle..."

Jiang Xia: "This starts with the murderer's method - in this season, there are very few tourists in this hotel, and there is only one staff member, the manager, and all chores have to be handled by him, so the front desk is often unattended.

“The murderer had anticipated this, and while the store manager was busy elsewhere, he easily stole the spare key to the guest room and sneaked into Room 301 where the deceased lived.

"While the deceased was not in the room, the murderer took down the mattress and stood it in front of the French window."

Suzuki Sonoko imagined the scene and was confused: "Is he... trying to practice the murder process with a mattress?"

Jiang Xia shook his head: "After putting the mattress away, the murderer went to the hunting management center and stole a shotgun and a hemp rope.

“He took the two items to the other side of the valley, aimed at the French window on the balcony of the deceased, and shot him at the same height as his forehead.

"He then left the gun where it was and tied a rope to the tree, creating the illusion that the 'murderer' had climbed down the valley along the rope after committing the crime.

"After doing all this, the murderer hurried back to the hotel. He sneaked into the victim's room again, took out the bullet from the heavy mattress standing by the window, put the mattress back in place, and re-covered it with sheets."

The young police officer from the forensic department was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "No wonder there were some strange brown fibers besides broken glass by the window - it turns out they were from the mattress!"

Jiang Xia responded and continued, "After putting the mattress in place, the murderer returned to the window and collected the broken glass on the ground. At the same time, he drew the curtains to cover the bullet holes on the glass to prevent the room owner from seeing them.

"After secretly placing the spare key back at the front desk, the murderer returned to his room with the bullet and glass fragments.

"He used a drill to create spiral patterns on the end of the bullet, and then used a file to sharpen the tip of the bullet, polishing it to the shape we see today.

"Then he took out the headless arrow he had prepared in advance and inserted the bullet into the tip of the arrow. In this way, a cold weapon disguised as a hot weapon was made."

Jiang Xia placed the photo of the bullet on the table: "After making these preparations, the murderer met up with the others as if nothing had happened and came to the Garden Restaurant to dine with everyone.

“Finally, we just need to take out the glass fragments we collected earlier, scatter them back under the crack in the French window, and then pull open the half of the curtain that covers the gun hole, so that it looks like the deceased was shot to death from outside the window.

"When setting up the scene, it was inevitable that there would be noise, but fortunately the agent lady next door was taking a shower, and the sound of water masked the noise, so the murderer successfully completed his plan."

"After doing all this, he left the crime scene as if nothing had happened."

“…”

This complicated and bizarre murder plan plunged the hotel lobby into silence.

Officer Shancun pondered over this passage again and again, and finally came to a conclusion: "While the murderer was busy, the agent was taking a shower... In other words, the murderer was not her?"

"Of course it wasn't me!" The female manager was still confused at first, but when she heard what he said, she was immediately furious. "If you say something like that again, I'll sue you for defamation!"

Shancuncao scratched his head in confusion: "Who is the murderer?"

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause.

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Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the screenwriter sitting in the corner raising his head. His thin face, which had always been stern, now showed a rare complex smile.

The others were stunned, and suddenly realized something: "So you are the murderer?!"

"I didn't say that." The screenwriter snorted and looked at Jiang Xia, "I just think that this detective is more suitable for writing TV scripts than me, as he can write such a perfect plot."

Vermouth: "..." Then your senses are quite sharp...

Judy: "..." Now is not the time to comment on other people's abilities. Haven't you realized that you have been living in a script?

However, perhaps it was because he had this vague feeling that the screenwriter suddenly had such an emotion?

...Anyway, since the script was mentioned and there are members of the organization nearby, this case deserves attention - I have to tell Shuichi and ask him to check this person out when he has time.

An enthusiastic FBI works hard to help his teammates increase their workload.

Beside him, the detective said modestly: "I am not good at scripts. I just repeated the script you wrote."

He looked at the screenwriter who jumped out before he could finish speaking, and under the murderous gaze of the other party, he continued slowly:

"After leaving the deceased's room, Mr. Screenwriter hid the real murder weapon, returned to the crowd, and then called me based on the business card I had given him earlier."

The screenwriter chuckled: "You want to say that I pretended to be Sunaoka and called you to create an alibi? - Unfortunately, this is impossible. Our voices are very different. I can't pretend to be his voice."

Jiang Xia took out his phone and said, "Unfortunately, I happen to have a habit of recording our conversations. Why don't I listen to the conversation we had at that time?"

"???" The screenwriter's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously asked, "How could you record?!"

Jiang Xia looked at his old black-and-white mobile phone, shook his head helplessly, and pressed play.