Conan's corpse picker

Chapters 3781 & 3795 [Ai Haibara, the Mind-Reader] Requesting monthly votes o(〃'▽'〃)o
It's said there are 5 people, but one of them is a child who looks about the same age as Conan, so there are actually only 4 suspected drug traffickers.

Officer Sato was initially pleasantly surprised by the number of people: this was much easier than searching the entire amusement park. However, she quickly became worried: "These four people are scattered in various places, and it would be too difficult to find them all. It would be best to identify the real target first... Unfortunately, it's just a still photo. How can we tell who the left-handed drug dealer is from just this picture?"

The question had barely left her mind when she started missing Jiang Xia again.

Beside him, Jiang Xia pulled his sunglasses down a bit, looking through the lenses at the dark-toned photo, wondering how people like Matsuda Jinpei and Vodka, who wear sunglasses every day, could see without any obstruction.

Conan had already recalled: "The uncle sitting next to me was bored while waiting in line and once made a golf swing motion at the air."

As he spoke, he followed his memory and gestured with his hand.

Ran Mouri watched his movements and compared them to Kogoro Mouri's golf swing: "If he's raising his club this way, that guy is probably right-handed, just like my dad."

Officer Sato hesitated and said, "But golf clubs designed for left-handed people are relatively rare, so even left-handed people often develop the habit of swinging from the right side, so this action is hard to explain."

As she spoke, she thought of another person and pointed to a young man wearing a baseball cap in the photo: "This guy is definitely right-handed—when he was in line, he saw that uncle swing his bat in the air and then he also made a right-handed baseball throwing motion."

Conan: "Then the uncle with dyed blond hair in the last row is a soccer player. He has classic soccer tan lines on his legs."

Everyone had spoken in turn. Jiang Xia looked at the last woman in the photo, and then at Ai Haibara, who remained silent.

Ai Haibara, suddenly being stared at: "..."

Being stared at like that by someone exuding the aura of an organization would have made her freeze like a stone statue under normal circumstances.

But this time, for some reason, she was able to think slowly and even strangely understand what the other person meant—just like when Jiang Xia came over from next door, she could read from the detective's eyes whether he wanted coffee, black tea, or a steaming cup of chocolate.

...Do these intelligent people all have the ability to speak with their eyes?
The mini-scientist shifted uncomfortably inside the hood, and reluctantly whispered as instructed, "The woman next to the blond man must be a good swimmer; there are signs of wearing sunglasses around her eyes for extended periods."

Sonoko Suzuki scratched her head: "Golf, baseball, soccer, swimming... Is this sport so attractive to athletes? We've almost filled a whole car with them."

Sato Miwako glanced at the high school girl who was missing the point and said helplessly, "Athletes usually have the habit of carrying bath towels. If these four people are all good at sports, then the clue of the bath towel in the bag is gone."

Conan sighed, "The middle-aged man sitting next to me probably isn't a professional athlete. He's such a coward; he was so scared in the tunnel that he clung to me tightly..."

As soon as they entered the tunnel, it was pitch black. Conan was suddenly attacked and thought the suspicious man in black was finally going to make a move against him.

Fortunately, the uncle next door not only attacked but also let out a bloodcurdling scream, causing Conan to become suspicious of his "organization member" status. Otherwise, the tranquilizer dart in that wristwatch would probably have already been launched.

Hearing this, Ran Mouri looked down at his clothes and said, "No wonder you have a blue ink stain on your chest. It must be from that uncle's hand."

Jiang Xia glanced at the ink stain, pushed his sunglasses back into place, and turned to the staff member standing beside him, eavesdropping: "When we were queuing for rafting earlier, didn't you give us a questionnaire?"

"That's right." The staff member nodded quickly. "The pen that came with it did indeed have a blue refill!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she belatedly realized that her words seemed to have exposed her eavesdropping, and her face flushed red.

Fortunately, the handsome detective opposite them—this aura definitely befits a detective—didn't seem to mind. The curly-haired man simply asked, "Could we see the questionnaire from earlier?"

The staff member smiled generously and said, "Of course."

……

Soon, the group arrived at the place where the questionnaires were stored.

Following the timeline, I quickly spotted several familiar names.

Jiang Xia pulled out the questionnaires for "Sato Miwako", "Kurosawa", and "Edogawa Conan" and put them back in the questionnaire pile. Then he picked out several other questionnaires nearby.

He glanced at it and nodded: "This gentleman who is good at golf is indeed left-handed."

Sonoko Suzuki leaned closer to the paper, puzzled. "How did you figure that out? Does this survey include questions about left- or right-handedness?"

Sato Miwako understood: "It's because the ink has smudged when he writes. When left-handed people write from left to right, their palms rub against the ink that hasn't dried yet, which causes this kind of smudging. We often encounter this when taking statements."

Sonoko Suzuki: "Often? Is the proportion of left-handed people really that high?"

When Sato Miwako talked about this, she herself found it strange: "There are indeed quite a few suspects and witnesses related to the case—especially suspects."

The distant camera trembled almost imperceptibly.

Behind the camera, Vodka buried himself in his notes: Left-handed people are more likely to become Uzo's playthings.

“Anything special can be used as a tool by Uzo.” He sighed as he finished writing. “To avoid being completely manipulated by him, it seems I need to find a way to become more ordinary… Come to think of it, am I not ordinary enough? Why do I always feel that that little schemer is more interested in me than in others?”

When an official is enduring hardship and gritting his teeth.

In the amusement park, Sato Miwako had already entered the mindset of a police officer making an arrest.

—The drug dealer's backpack only showed signs of being frequently carried on the left side, and one of the suspects happened to be left-handed. It was time to call him over and pin him down.

Thinking this, she took out her police ID and said to the staff member, "Could you please make an announcement under the pretext of lost and found and call the person who completed this questionnaire over?"

"Okay, okay!" Although the staff member had already suspected that these people were not simple, she was not too surprised to see the police ID. She nodded and agreed to help.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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