Corpse collector in Conan

"How could this happen?" The two women looked at the scene in disbelief. The bloody scene made them scream, "Eryuan!"

"Wait, don't go over there!"

The three Tokyo policemen simultaneously reached out to stop the man, then they stepped forward and began to check him skillfully.

"There was blood all over his head, and there was a thick branch lying beside him, with blood on one end..."

Officer Sato looked at the piece of wood and estimated its weight: "If a branch of this weight simply fell from a tree, it would not kill a person wearing a hat - in other words, this is likely a murder!"

When Officer Shiratori heard this, he looked at the other people gathered around and said, "This is the crime scene. From now on, no one is allowed to get close."

When his eyes passed over a detective, he felt a little guilty: Of course, this "anyone" does not actually include Jiang Xia, but it is difficult to manage in a foreign land. If I let him come now...

Fortunately, what Officer Shiratori was worried about did not happen. Jiang Xia looked at him, nodded slightly, and considerately did not undermine the police.

However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another voice suddenly interrupted.

The hunter who joined the search team halfway looked at him and snorted coldly: "Pretentious - you are not a policeman, why don't you let us get closer?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the expressions of several Tokyo people around him became strange.

The hunter was startled, vaguely feeling something was wrong: "What are you doing? What do you have on your face?"

The three policemen looked at each other, reached into their pockets, and each took out a document.

In an instant, three police ID cards were placed in front of him.

hunter:"……?"

What's going on?

...Police team building?

…

Although I was in a different place and it was my holiday, I couldn't exercise my police powers at all. But it wasn't difficult to scare the disobedient onlookers and protect the scene.

Finally, no one objected anymore, and the three policemen were able to calm down and observe more.

The old woman watched nervously: "Over the years, although there have been many victims here, this is the first time someone has been killed - who is so cruel, who is the murderer?"

Officer Sato sighed: "The temperature is too low, the body has been frozen, it is difficult to accurately determine his time of death."

Jiang Xia provided another piece of bad news: "The snowstorm was so strong that when Conan and I arrived just now, there were no recognizable footprints around."

"This is troublesome." Officer Sato felt a headache, but suddenly she remembered that this seemed not to be her jurisdiction.

"..." A police officer felt relieved and quietly felt a sense of comfort and indifference from the perspective of a passerby.

But she is a police officer after all, so she has to do everything she can. She carefully observed the scene and quietly moved away to allow Jiang Xia to observe together: "The amount of bleeding is not too small. We can only hope that the murderer is also splashed with blood. In addition..."

She asked the old woman and the two acquaintances of the deceased: "Did Mr. Eryuan also have the habit of coming home late before?"

The old woman nodded. When this topic was brought up, she seemed to want to curse, but she held back: "Maybe he is so skilled and daring. No matter how I remind him, he always goes deep into the woods and doesn't come back until dark. Sometimes he even comes back with a flashlight after dark."

The female photographer wiped her tears and said, "But Eryuan is actually quite professional. He is very accurate in judging the weather. With heavy snow like today, he would have prepared to turn back a long time ago."

Officer Sato stroked his chin thoughtfully: "So, he was most likely killed during the day?"

Officer Gao Mu was curiously looking at the bloodstain on the dead man's face. Hearing this, he slammed his palm and suddenly realized:

"Officer Sato, look, the deceased is wearing goggles-style sunglasses!

"Most normal people, especially those who are trying to find their way in a snowstorm, would never wear sunglasses at night. It would make the already difficult-to-identify direction even more difficult to identify - which means that the deceased was indeed killed during the day!"

Vermouth's ears moved slightly: "..." I always feel that you are implying Vodka. Speaking of which, Uzo's subordinate who was picked up from Myanmar always seems to be wearing sunglasses at night.

"How do these guys see the road clearly?" The Thousand-Faced Witch, who sometimes wears sunglasses at night, was a little curious. "Let's not talk about Xitu. Even if he can't see clearly, he has to wear it all the time for Wu Zuo's style. Vodka is weird... Tsk, when I have more small Wu coins in the future, maybe I can spend one and ask him what's going on."

The light penetrated the colored lenses and illuminated the eyes of the dead.

Officer Sato suddenly saw something and said in surprise: "There is a fallen contact lens in the left goggles!"

Jiang Xia nodded: "Look at your right eye again."

Officer Sato looked at her flashlight and took a closer look. The next moment, she understood what Jiang Xia wanted her to see: "There is no fallen lens in the sunglasses on the right eye, and the eye is not wearing it..."

No one wears contacts in one eye and no contacts in the other. It's even weirder than wearing sunglasses late at night.

And if he wore them on both eyes, how could the lenses inexplicably disappear from the sealed goggles?

In a flash, Officer Sato felt that he understood everything: "When the murderer attacked Nigaki with a wooden stick, he was not wearing goggles, so the contact lens in his right eye was shaken out and fell to the ground.

"After killing Mr. Eryuan, the murderer hurriedly put goggles on him. Then the lens of the corpse's left eye fell off as the body's condition changed and fell into the goggles.

"That is to say, Mr. Niyuan was murdered at night! The murderer wanted to make it look like he was murdered at daybreak, so he deliberately put on the goggles after his death."

Jiang Xia looked at this smart policewoman who could easily finish a long paragraph of reasoning for him, and nodded with satisfaction.

Conan remembered something, touched his pocket, and took out a heart-shaped chocolate carefully wrapped in a handkerchief: "Come to think of it, when I saw the body just now, there was a piece of chocolate like this next to the body."

"?!" Several people who often come here frowned and murmured, "It's like this again..."