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MTL - Conan’s Corpse Picker-Chapter 1479 1479 [Jiangxia Longping, how many friends do you have?
Chapter 1479 Chapter 1479 [Jiang Xia Longping, how many good sisters do you have?]
I saw the name on the business card, which was "Lu Numaki Sheng".
Hui Yuanai rubbed his chin, and said in a low voice, "'Heron', 'Daying', 'Thrush', and that woman with long hair who seems to be called 'Qianhe'...these names are all the same Birds?"
Jiang Xia also lowered her voice, and muttered to her boredly: "Maybe it's fate. But according to my experience, this kind of name is a set, and people who like to get together in groups of three or four are prone to accidents.
"By analogy, when I meet people with 'spring', 'autumn', and 'winter' in their names, I should be extra careful. When you meet people with colors in their names, you should also be more vigilant. After all, there is a 'gray' Character."
Haibara Ai:"!"
Although she felt that these words were superstitious, as soon as Jiang Xia's words fell to the ground, the name "Kui Ze Zhen" flashed in her mind—this is the real name of Gin Wine.
Immediately afterwards, she thought of another guy who cheated people.
Shuichi Akai.
—“红” happens to be a color as well.
Hui Yuanai: "..." Jiang Xia casually summed up the rules, unexpectedly, unexpectedly seem to be very accurate!
Although I feel in my heart that as a mature scientist, I shouldn't be superstitious.
However, Hui Yuanai still insisted that he would rather believe what he had or not, and couldn't help filling in the loopholes in Jiang Xia's dialect: "In addition to spring, autumn and winter, your "river" can actually be compared with "lake" and "sea". ' and the like together, by the way, there is also Kurosawa's 'Ze'! This is very important, don't take it lightly."
…
When two people exchange experiences that are useless.
Beside , the silent British passenger glanced at the male photographer, and suddenly said a word.
The male photographer looked at him suspiciously: "What are you talking about? My English is not very good, please speak slowly."
Jiang Xia came back to his senses, put away the male photographer's business card, and translated: "He said that you actually left your seat, instead of staying in your seat all the time as you said."
"??" Lu Numa was stunned, and immediately said angrily, "Nonsense! Bloody mouth!"
The British passenger looked calm and ignored him, but turned to several stewardesses and police officers: "I remember that the man's seat was directly behind the deceased. But when I went to the bathroom before, the deceased was sleeping on the seat, and the seat behind him was empty. That's—that is, the man left his seat, and obviously, he lied."
Jiang Xia translated them one by one.
Then looked expectantly at the male photographer.
Sheng Lunuma was flustered and angry. He was eating melons, but someone wanted to remove his alibi: "I have never been to the bathroom. Don't think that you can get away with one more suspect—the flight attendants all Didn't say I've been there!"
The pressure immediately came to the stewardess.
The flight attendant on duty was stared at from all sides, and he hesitated: "Well, I didn't know that something would happen at the time, and I didn't keep an eye on the corridor all the time, so..."
The soft and gentle words were like a blow to the head, and Saronuma Noboru was also swept into the ranks of suspects.
Suspects suddenly became four.
Hui Yuanai looked at this scene, and a trace of cold sweat that didn't belong to this age broke out on his delicate forehead: "..." Sure enough, this time, even those with a bird in their name couldn't escape.
... Isn't this more proof that what Jiang Xia said casually as if joking, was right?
Beside , another fake child didn't know the conversation between Hui Yuan Ai and Jiang Xia, but his thinking was a little bit off.
Conan silently looked at the business card belonging to Jiang Xia on Lu Nuuma Sheng, and then looked at the Lu Nuuma Sheng's business card that Jiang Xia had just put away carefully, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "..." Although Uncle Mao Li is very happy 99% of the time. Unreliable, but sometimes he speaks quite accurately - this unlucky photographer just exchanged business cards with Jiang Xia, and then he was involved. It's a terrible event constitution.
…
Anyway, one thing is certain.
—The workload of the police has increased again.
Inspector Yasa sighed, a little tired.
But he glanced at the boss next to him from the corner of his eye, and he could only try his best to look for the murder weapon: "Everyone, I need to check the luggage and items you carry with you."
Not only do you need to search four people at the same time, but you also need to look for murder weapons that may have been discarded in the cabin. This is obviously not an easy task.
People were on the plane and couldn't command his subordinates, so Inspector Asa had no choice but to ask the crew to help.
A group of people hurried away.
The bathroom door soon became empty.
Jiang Xia's eyes fell to the side, and looked at the blond woman leaning aside—this British police officer didn't know whether it was laziness or cleanliness, so he didn't participate in the search.
Finding Jiang Xia looking at her gloves, she turned her head and asked casually, "Why did you come to England?"
Jiang Xia told the truth: "Come travel."
By the way, see if there are murderous looks and ghosts.
Then catch the little brother who wants to run away by the way.
By the way, let the younger brother feel from the bottom of his heart: the fbi or something is far less reliable than Uzo, and now there is still time to switch to Uzo.
"Hmm." The blond woman nodded casually and said nothing.
Jiang Xia waited, but did not wait for the next article.
Suddenly remembered that this was the British policeman he wanted, and he must have a high status, and he could be involved in any murder case. So he took the initiative to move over there: "You know me?"
"I don't know." After a pause, the woman said again, "I have read some related reports, and you are very famous in Japan."
"That's it." Jiang Xia touched his pocket, and soon there was an exquisitely designed cardboard in his hand, "Come to change a business card? If you have a case, come to me at any time."
The blond woman shook her head and declined, "I don't use a business card."
Jiang Xia: "..."...Then what are you talking about.
He was bored and was about to withdraw his hand.
But at this moment, the woman suddenly took the business card in his hand, and her eyes stopped on his contact information.
Then she took out the pen from the inner pocket, bit the cap and pulled it off, lowered her head and wrote a line of beautiful cursive characters on the business card.
"This is my mailbox." She put the business card back into Jiang Xia's pocket, glanced over his face, and lowered her voice as if nostalgic, "If there is any danger that can't be dealt with, you can find me through this mailbox— But I hope you never use it."
A few meters away.
Hui Yuanai originally wanted to go back to her seat and tell Mao Lilan about this, lest she wake up and find that everyone around her had disappeared and worry for nothing.
Unexpectedly, I just walked out not far away, and when I turned around, I suddenly saw this scene.
Haibara Ai:"???"
... Why didn't I see it at a glance, Jiang Xia was accosted by a strange wife again!
What did that woman stuff into Jiang Xia's pocket? Could it be something like a large check?
(end of this chapter)