Hattori Heiji carefully walked into the door and knelt down to investigate. After a moment, he shook his head regretfully: "I have been dead for a long time. w
Jiang Xia stopped the others at the door to prevent them from damaging the scene.
At the same time, he looked down and saw Conan lying on the floor, looking at something intently.
Sensing the gaze from Jiang Xia, Conan was slightly stunned.
After struggling for a moment, he felt that a Cheng Ning detective should not hide clues in front of a murder case, so he sighed and whispered: "There are some parallel lines of fine blood on the ground.
The silk should be the traces left after the blood stains were hastily wiped with some kind of fabric. "
"...Fabric." Jiang Xia recalled the scene she just saw and pointed to the corner by the door, "Is that the one?"
Conan followed his direction and found a bloody rag: "!"
Hattori Heiji also quickly walked back from the house, glanced at the group of suspects behind him, and whispered: "They were killed about forty to ten minutes ago. In addition,
In the pool of blood under the deceased, there were some strange small particles... It had been soaked for too long and I couldn't tell what they were. Maybe they were garbage on the ground? "
These clues alone don't seem to be complete enough.
As the two young detectives watched with fear, the answering machine suddenly blurred the truth in their faces without even saying a word.
Jiang Xia noticed two very strong gazes and felt a little strange being stared at by them. He randomly found a topic: "Let's first ask other people about their actions just now."
"Okay, okay." Conan and Hattori Heiji turned their heads.
When they returned to the restaurant, everyone else had arrived and sat at several tables separately, silently digesting the news of "the sudden tragic death of the leader of the tribe."
As soon as Jiang Xia sat down, she suddenly felt something on the stool.
He looked down and saw a bloody handkerchief falling at his feet. The handkerchief is exquisitely made, but there is a piece missing in one corner, and there is a piece of crooked embroidery in the other corner. I like it.
It's not a handicraft, it's more like a layman sewing it by hand.
Jiang Xia: "..."
Why under his stool?
Framed?
He thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and picked up the bloody handkerchief.
The moment he straightened up, Ichiro Tsumoto saw the violent scene here, pointed at him and screamed "Ah!":
"Why, why is there so much blood on this handkerchief? Have you been to my Grandpa Xi's room?!"
The others were startled and turned to look over, their eyes falling on Jiang Xia's hand.
However, the imagined accusations such as "So you are the murderer!" did not appear.
On the contrary, Tsumoto Xiajiang suddenly stood up and rushed over.
She took Jiang Xia's hand and carefully looked at the embroidery on the handkerchief. Her face suddenly turned pale: "... I sewed this for Xiao Wu before."
Her fiancé, Takehiko Aishiro, was stunned when he heard this.
After a moment, he touched his pocket in confusion, but found nothing. The color of his face suddenly changed, and he looked at Jiang Xia without the ability to think: "...You took it away."
of? ! "
Jiang Xia didn't seem to be very good at lying, and he defended himself even though he wanted to refuse: "I didn't kill anyone."
In the crowd, a pair of eyes silently stared at this scene, with hidden excitement in their eyes, showing a little "scheme succeeded" smile.
A terrifying famous detective like Jiang Xia. If he is allowed to move freely, bad things may happen.
But like now, things are much easier to handle. After all, there are still many people from the Zu clan on the ship, and Jiang Xia is just an outsider. Moreover, everyone in the family is afraid of death. As long as he
If they even have the slightest suspicion of Jiang Xia, they can restrict Jiang Xia's actions and prevent him from successfully investigating the case.
I was thinking secretly.
At this time, the next table.
Jiang Xia doesn't seem to like the feeling of being suspected. He sighed, pulled out his chair and stood up: "Although I don't know why the handkerchief is here...but since there is suspicion,
Suspicious, I'd better avoid suspicion this time. "
He was about to leave.
However, at this time, Ichiro Tsumoto's biological mother, Mariko Tsumoto, suddenly sneered.
She looked at Takehiko Aishiro and said in a strange tone:
"How could an outsider from Jiangxia deliberately murder someone? If you ask me, the murderer who killed my father must be you!"
"I just passed by Dad's room and heard you arguing with him - your surname is not Nishimura at all, but Caicheng. You are the son of Caicheng Yongfu.
Son, that’s right! "
