MTL - Conan’s Corpse Picker-Chapter 1501 1501 [Uzuo's secretary is a good person] ask for a monthly ticket (

  Chapter 1501 1501 [Uzuo’s secretary is a good person] Ask for a monthly ticket (〃〃)

  The dusty windows were covered with moss and blended with the surrounding walls. These windows can be easily overlooked if one doesn't make the effort to look.

  Of course, as a rice flower man who fights wits and bravery with Uzo in the air every day and is good at running, Okiya Subaru has discovered these windows a long time ago.

   But he didn't have the idea of ​​"breaking the window and hiding in" before.

  One is that there is too much movement, and the ear-piercing crackling sound will immediately make nearby people realize that there is a problem here.

  The second is worrying that the homeowner is a violent murderer with a gun-he would rather take the risk of climbing the roof than being chased by someone with a gun.

  However, Okiya Subaru did not expect that he did not push the window, but the window opened by itself.

   What is even more surprising is that what is exposed inside is a face that once had a relationship.

  Okiya Subaru looked shocked: "You are..."...the savior at the airport before? !

  The woman in black turned her head to look at him, as if she could see his predicament. The next moment, she extended her hand in a friendly manner.

   "Come in and hide."

  The sound is unexpectedly soft and nice.

  Okiya Subaru did not expect to encounter rescuers on a desperate road. When he came back to his senses, he had already flipped into the house by relay.

  The window clicks and closes again.

  Outside the house, the moss on the gray glass fell.

  But soon there was white clay following the previous traces, climbing up silently, and gradually dyed the color of moss.

   A gust of wind blew, and the fallen moss rolled into the muddy water below the alley, and all traces disappeared instantly, as if the windows had never been opened.

  Okiya Subaru's perspective cannot see these changes.

  He stood in the house holding his breath, and only heard the movement from outside—a group of plainclothesmen surrounded the alley at the same time after they were arranged properly. However, when I took a closer look, there was no one in the alley.

  Then the anxious and surprised voices of the plainclothes rang out.

   "What about people?"

   "Didn't you run towards you?"

   "I didn't see it, it must have run from you!"

   "Impossible! It's on your side!"

   "Oh, forget it, both sides chase together, anyway, we have enough manpower!"

  A group of people huh-huh-huh met in the alley, and huh-huh-huh left.

  The sound gradually faded away, and everything around became quiet again.

  …

  Jiang Xia drove the puppet, enthusiastically helped the miserable little brother find a hiding place, and then returned to the original body after hiding his merit and fame.

   The puppet was left in the shop by him. Anyway, soon, the two sides will see each other again.

  …

  Jiang Xia opened his eyes in the coffee shop.

  Then put away the pretending mobile phone in front of him, and turned his head to look aside.

  The culprit who caused Subaru Okiya to flee in embarrassment for a long time, at this time he knew nothing about what happened to the unfortunate "cruel Asian man".

  Inspector Yasa may have forgotten that he is still searching for suspects, or he may think that his subordinates are idle, so it is better to go out to exercise. In short, he has no plan to contact those plainclothes, and is still investigating hard.

  He turned a few times in the coffee shop, looked at the menu on the table, and signaled to the little policeman behind him: "Take the fingerprints on this."

   At the same time, he confirmed to the clerk on the side: "This is the menu used by the deceased, right?"

  The clerk nodded.

  But at this time, Zhuang Tang Weijia next to him suddenly said: "If you want to find the fingerprints of the dead Wei Hong from this menu, so as to confirm that the person who came to the store is her, it may be very difficult to do."

   "?" Inspector Yasa frowned and stared at her, "What do you mean?"

  Zhuang Tang Weijia sighed: "When I was sitting in that position before, I accidentally knocked over the water glass, the water splashed everywhere, and the menu didn't escape.

   "I wiped the menu with a handkerchief to remove the water on it. Of course, the same is true for the places where water can be splashed on the tables and chairs. Even if there were fingerprints on those places before, they must have been wiped off now."

  This is too much of a coincidence, and according to the experience of an old policeman, behind the "coincidence" is often hidden "conspiracy".

  Inspector Yasa stared at Zhuang Tang Weijia, his gaze became unprecedentedly suspicious.

  Unexpectedly, under his gaze, Zhuang Tang Weijia not only did not feel guilty, but became aggrieved and sad instead. She anxiously wiped her tears:

"That is to say, if I can't find Weihong's fingerprints in the store, I will be regarded as the murderer? Alas, I am always so clumsy. If I hadn't broken the water glass, I would not have wiped the surroundings. If If I didn't wipe my surroundings, I wouldn't accidentally erase Weihong's fingerprints, if I didn't erase those fingerprints, I would have an alibi, and I wouldn't have to be stared at suspiciously by you..."

  Inspector Yasa was getting a headache from her talking about it, but suddenly, he thought of something, and his eyes lit up: "By the way, the broken water glass!"

  He looked at the clerk quickly: "Do you still have those pieces of water glasses?"

  The clerk nodded: "We wrapped up the pieces, and we haven't had time to throw them away yet."

   "Great!" Superintendent Yasa punched the palm of his hand, commanding the little policeman next to him, "Quickly, go get the broken cup and extract the fingerprints on it!"

  —Forget about the water from other places, and no one must wipe the water on the broken glass carefully. If the deceased had really been to this store, then her fingerprints might still be on the cup!

  The little policemen nodded and followed the shop assistant to the back kitchen.

  …

   It takes a certain amount of time to extract fingerprints.

  Taking advantage of this spare time, Inspector Asa remembered the "murderous Asian man" who had been at the scene of the crime, and was planning to ask the dispatched police officer about the situation.

  But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the side.

  ——Zhuang Tang Weijia, as a friend of the deceased, seemed to be very concerned about this case.

  Compared to a suspect, at this time, she is more like a detective leading the police: "In this case, you might as well go to the store where Weihong buys clothes and ask about the situation - I know which store she usually buys in."

   Inspector Yasa was still thinking about other things, and looked at her suspiciously: "A store where you buy clothes? What are you doing there?"

Jiang Xia came over at some point and reminded: "If the 'dead' who came to this coffee shop at one point was pretended by someone else, then the pretender needs to prepare a set of clothes that are exactly the same as the deceased in advance. If you go to that coffee shop If you inquire at a clothing store, you can use the clue of 'clothes' to get a list of suspects."

   "That's it." Inspector Yasa suddenly realized, "Hey, there are too many clues, and I was a little distracted and didn't react."

  Jiang Xia: "Really? It's really not because you couldn't think of it?"

  Inspector Asaph: “…#”

  Jiang Xia: "..." Why is there no murderous intent... Sigh, it seems that this job is not suitable for me, and I have to urge Kudo to work harder in the future.

  (end of this chapter)