Corpse collector in Conan

As Jiang Xia pressed the play button, a hearty voice suddenly came out from the receiver.

The deceased invited enthusiastically: "How about it? Let's go to my room and continue talking about detective things."

"Wait." He suddenly seemed to have discovered something strange and said to himself, "What is this..."

Immediately afterwards, a gunshot rang out.

Amid the chaos, Jiang Xia pressed the stop button: "How is it? Does it sound familiar?"

"This..." The female agent was the first to hear it, "This is the line from the TV series that will be broadcast tonight. This is what Sunaoka said to the heroine!"

Because it was snowing, everyone was huddled in the hall watching TV this evening. Originally, this passage sounded familiar to them, and once it was pointed out, they all remembered it at once.

And to make matters worse, the hotel manager raised his hand and said, "I have a recording of tonight's show. Do you want to show it to me?"

Officer Yamamura was stunned: "Wait, didn't you say you're not his fan? Then why are you still recording his show?"

The hotel manager smiled awkwardly: "This, this is what the guests like to watch. Some guests get bored of playing in the hunting grounds and shooting ranges, so they like to stay in their rooms and watch videos. I have to prepare them for them."

"Hmm..." The suspicious policeman reluctantly accepted this reason and nodded, "Let him out and let us see."

The hotel manager quickly ran back to the room to find the newly recorded videotape for tonight.

Not long after, the same lines were played again in front of everyone.

Seeing the screenwriter's unpleasant expression, Jiang Xia said, "The actual time of death of the deceased was before this phone call. During this period of time, many people's alibis are invalid - such as the screenwriter who was said to be going back to his room to record his inspiration."

Jiang Xia looked at him and said, "Your room should still contain tools for sharpening bullets, as well as bullet fragments. The crossbows and headless arrows are probably still there as well. Just search Room 304 where you are, and everything will be clear."

Officer Shancun rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll go right away!"

The forensic police officers were horrified and hurriedly followed: "Wait, let us do it!" If this reckless boss messed up the scene, they would be in trouble! !

A group of people rumbled up the stairs, and not long after, they came down happily holding evidence bags of various sizes.

"Sure enough, there is one!" The forensic police officers really like the feeling of actually finding something. It is different from following their confused superiors and solving cases by luck. This makes them feel fulfilled.

They showed the spoils to Jiang Xia: "Look, there's blood near the arrowhead. This must be the real murder weapon!"

Jiang Xia nodded with relief and looked at the screenwriter who was livid at the side: "Around 7:50 p.m., you pretended to get us some wine and went into the room of the deceased. At 8 o'clock, after killing the man, you came back with beer as if nothing had happened.

"Not long after you returned to the table, you found another excuse to leave. During this time, you secretly called me, lit the firecrackers you prepared in advance, and threw them into the valley to simulate gunshots."

“…”

The screenwriter's face turned pale and blue, and after a long time, he suddenly stood up.

However, unlike what others imagined, the murderer did not kneel down and cry, nor did he shout with great fanfare, "I don't regret killing him!"

He just took a deep breath and said calmly, "I really don't have an alibi for that period, but if I remember correctly, the store manager, Ms. Tanigawa, and Mr. Yamaguchi don't have one either."

Calvados thought he had nothing to do: "......?"

The screenwriter faced his gloomy gaze and continued, "As for the murder weapon in my room, it's just as you said - there is only one staff member in the store today, the manager, and everyone can easily run to the front desk and steal the spare keys of each room.

"If you ask me, today's script is actually like this - the other circumstances are consistent with what you said, but the most important thing is that it was not me who did these things, but someone who sneaked into my room after the crime was committed, planted physical evidence, and wanted to frame me."

Others: “…”

The screenwriter's expression underwent an unprecedented drastic change.

Finally, as everyone watched with bated breath, he sighed and lowered his stubborn head: "I lose."

"Is it really you?" Although they had prepared themselves mentally, his two colleagues still found it hard to believe. "Why did you kill him? Your conflict shouldn't be that intense."

The screenwriter snorted: "Isn't the contradiction intense? That guy actually dared to look down on the script I carefully wrote. Isn't this contradiction enough?

"Anyone who sees it will be amazed by the plot, but he dares to pick and choose. Whenever I refute it, he uses the declining ratings as an excuse...

"To be honest, what does the low ratings have to do with my script? If it weren't for that idiot who found fault every day and complained that the protagonist I wrote didn't fit his image, how could I have written a story that was not popular at all!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. He couldn't help but wave his fists. "It's okay once or twice, but it's like this every time! - The script has to be changed according to his requirements. My cases are becoming simpler and more illogical. I can only solve them by coincidence and luck... If this continues, my soul as a scriptwriter will be wiped out by him!"

The screenwriter covered his face in pain: "So I realized that I couldn't go on like this. I had to eliminate all distractions and write my masterpiece with all my heart - a perfect murder case that no one, whether it was the producer, the actor or the police, could uncover."

"And if I want to complete this work, the most suitable prey is undoubtedly the bastard male protagonist who led me to embark on this path..."