Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1823 1822【Death of Little Vodka】

  Jiang Xia was really thinking about something: "Is the female classmate they said disfigured and committed suicide by jumping off the building really committing suicide?"

  People who commit suicide are not obsessed with survival enough, let alone ghosts, it is difficult to have shikigami. So psychics have always condemned this kind of behavior very much.

Conan didn't know why he was suddenly troubled by this: "From what they said, there were many members of the drama club who went to visit Toko Tsukishima at that time. So many people with different standpoints and unfamiliar with each other witnessed the same scene. They didn't have to You are lying. And the place where you jumped from the building is the hospital where Toko Tsukishima lived for a long time, if the body is fake, it will be exposed immediately."

  Jiang Xia clicked his tongue: "That's right."

  ...But he still thinks there are ghosts on the island.

  Thinking about this, Jiang Xia turned to look at the ghosts floating beside him. He had already sent ghosts out to look for it before, but unfortunately they found nothing.

  At this time, the two sides looked at each other, facing the psychic who wanted to pick up a new ghost, the ghosts all showed helpless innocent eyes.

  Jiang Xia: "..."

  …

the other side.

  Taro Inozuka sneaked into the theater in the dark, shook the water off his raincoat, and walked in.

  The theater was dead silent. After someone died here, the students never came in again. Inozuka Taro turned on the flashlight with confidence, first scanned the corpses on the stage, and then began to look up at the ceiling.

   "From this angle, I can't see which ones can be loosened and which ones can't..." Inozuka Taro muttered in his heart. After thinking for a moment, he walked to the props room next door, intending to study the lift switch. If you still can't find anything, find a ladder and climb up to the beams to have a look.

  Pushing open the door of the props room, the flashlight swept across the dark room, and the light circle quickly stopped on the opposite cabinet.

   Taro Inozuka looked up and saw an old player standing there, a tape stretched and dropped to the ground, and the scene was a little messy.

   "Huh?" Inozuka Taro scratched his head, and after a while, he suddenly became alert: he remembered that after the rehearsal on the first day, the group of students packed up the place before leaving. Now it has become like this... Could it be that someone else came after that?

   At this time, he flickered out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly found a figure behind the table.

   Inozuka Taro was stunned: "..." Could it be the serial murderer who killed two people in a row?

   This thought flashed across his eyes, his eyes lit up, he was not surprised but delighted: Killing the murderer and throwing his body into the sea, and then killing Jiang Xia immediately, can create the illusion that both of them died together. In this way, when the police investigate afterwards, it will not be easy to affect other people on the island, and they can easily get away with it... Wonderful, wonderful!

   Inozuka Taro stretched his fingers, picked up the stick he took from the tool room before, and walked over with a grinning grin.

   At the same time as he was taking steps, a footstep seized the timing, followed his steps, quietly turned out from behind the door, came behind him... and then smashed down with a sap.

  Sneak attacks from behind are always hard to guard against. What's more, with the wind and rain outside the window, Inozuka Taro's attention was still on the "person" behind the table.

   This stick was hit firmly, and the members of the organization, full of talents that he hadn't had time to display, fell down without a sound.

  The flashlight fell out, flicked a few times, and hit the edge of the table. The light illuminated the hidden "figure"—it wasn't a person, but a coat purposely placed on the table.

  …

  The night is dark.

  Mayah Hashimoto was always in a state of unrest for some reason. He yawned and came to the table, took a sip of water, and at the same time glanced casually.

   Then the glass of water clattered to the floor.

  —The moon was dark and the wind was high, a black shadow hurried past carrying a burly person. No matter how you looked at it, the guy who was carried away was very similar to the guard who had been with him day and night for a while.

  Although Taro Inozuka was planning to kill Jiang Xia, he vaguely glimpsed this scene, but when he actually saw it, Maya Hashimoto couldn't help but stop breathing: "..." Finally, did it finally start?

  …

  The students did not rehearse all day today due to the sudden appearance of the hanged body in the morning.

  It’s not easy to get tired if you exercise less. Sonoko Suzuki found a deck of poker cards from somewhere, and pulled them to play cards.

   After hitting late at night, I finally felt sleepy. He was about to go to bed when a terrified scream came from a nearby room.

  —It seems to be the voice of Takawako Toda.

   "!" Conan stood up abruptly.

  Jiang Xia was also inspired like a detective, put down his cards and ran out.

   Came to the door of Takawako Toda and knocked on the door. After a while, Masahiko Matsuzaki ran to open the door.

  Seeing Jiang Xia, he seemed to see a life-saving straw: "Bathroom, bathroom...!"

  Jiang Xia originally wanted to wait patiently for him to finish speaking, but remembering the scream just now, and looking at Conan who had rushed over, he still walked around him.

  Pausing at the bathroom door, looking inside, I saw Takakazu Toda in pajamas, sitting in a corner, staring at the ceiling tremblingly.

   Seeing Jiang Xia coming, she didn't care about anything else, she raised her finger and pointed to a corner of the bathroom ceiling, her voice trembling: "There..."

  Jiang Xia raised her head following her pointing, and saw that there was water leaking, and the corner of the wall was completely soaked.

  The position corresponding to this ceiling happens to be the upstairs bathtub, and it looks like the upstairs bath water leaked out.

  Originally, this is not a scary thing, but...

  Jiang Xia thought about the layout of everyone's rooms: "There seems to be no one living upstairs."

so…

   Could it be that the murderer is taking a shower upstairs?

  Matsuzaki Masahiko came over.

  With the detective present, he finally looked more calm than before. The male college student forced a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere and restore his frightened image: "This murderer is quite clean."

   As soon as the words fell, behind the water stains, a group of darker things soaked in.

  It was red, and it stood out against the pale ceiling—like a pool of blood diluted with water.

   "..."

  Takawako Toda, who had just calmed down, hugged his head, and let out a painful cry: "Ah!!"

  …

  Upstairs.

  In desperation, it seemed that it was too late to find the islander. Jiang Xia went up the stairs and kicked the door open before Conan pulled out the wire to pry the door open.

  Conan: "…"

  The weak and helpless primary school student silently put away the door prying tool, ran into the house with the door opener, and went straight to the bathroom.

  When they reached the door, the two stopped at the same time.

  The bathroom was flooded with water, and the faucet was running, filling the bathtub.

  In a pool of blood, there was a dead person—the overweight islander floating quietly on the water, like an unlucky specimen. The blood from his body stained the water in the pool red, and as he floated, the blood continued to overflow from the edge of the bathtub and onto the ground.

  (end of this chapter)