"In this way, the next time the deceased wipes his hands with a tissue, the poison will get on his hands, and then when he squeezes the sushi, it will get on the sushi, swallow it, and eventually die."

After Jiang Xia finished speaking, he found that the blue hat looked distorted and seemed to want to say something, so he took the first step: "Are you going to say that you don't have poison wipes on your body, so it's not you who poisoned?"

Blue Hat: ""

His lines were ruthlessly snatched away, and after two seconds, he slapped the table angrily: "That's right! You are slandering!"

However, the cold sweat on his forehead and his trembling voice had already exposed his nervousness and guilt.

Jiang Xia looked at him for a moment, then sighed: Maybe there are too many people around, so it's not a good place to kill detectives. On the blue hat side, there is no additional murderousness.

The fake detective suddenly lost the motivation to continue entanglement with the suspect, he simply said:

"The poisonous wipes are probably in the kitchen waste bin now - the sushi plate here has an identification code printed on the bottom. Once the sushi has been placed on the conveyor belt for a certain period of time, it will be pushed off the conveyor belt by the automatic recycling device. .

"When the deceased fell to the ground, the surroundings were in chaos. The murderer took the opportunity to take out the plate that he had used for the first time, put the wet wipes on it, and then put the sushi to cover it up. When the plate is transferred to the recycling port, the poisonous wet wipes will be discarded by the machine together with the plate. , will not remain on the conveyor belt, hiding evidence."

Otaki Police Department listened to Jiang Xia's words and looked at the blue hat's expression, realizing that Jiang Xia was probably right.

He turned to the police officer of the forensic department: "Go find it immediately!"

It is strange to wear gloves to cover up your fingerprints when you eat in a restaurant. The blue hat's fingerprints were still being printed on the packaging bag of the poisonous wipes.

He also thought of this himself, his face was pale, and he slumped to the side.

Then he slammed the table angrily: "I mixed bass and flounder the other day, it was because of a cold, and my sense of taste was not very sensitive, but it was not all about my taste! - Before the plate of bass turned around, my wife's **** quietly He took the perch off and put it on a plate with flounder. He just wanted to see me and my wife chatting happily, so he deliberately made me embarrassed in front of women!

"Not only did I lose myself in front of my wife, but I was also mocked on his blog, and his fans laughed at me as well. Every food blog I posted after that was ridiculed mercilessly by them. How could I bear it? From then on, everything I eat feels tasteless, and I divorced my wife... I, I just love food, and I blame that devil for destroying me! A person with such an ugly heart is not worthy of being a food writer !"

The case was solved so smoothly.

The Otaki Police Department was very pleased: Jiang Xia lived up to his reputation and solved the case quickly. Compared with the time to solve the case, he spent more time on the phone.

"Well, I ended up coming to the police station to make a record."

Yuan Shan and Ye jumped out of the police car, looked up at the police headquarters building in front of them, and sighed sadly.

Maurilan and Suzuki Sonoko originally wanted to sigh, but after thinking about it, they seem to be used to it - every time they go out with Jiang Xia and Conan, things seem to become like this. Their hearts gradually became unshakable.

Conan was very interested and visited the police headquarters in Osaka freshly.

Although he has been here several times before, each time he meets different people. Observing the cops is also part of the fun, and if you're lucky, you might even be able to help solve some difficult cases.

The group was already considered a skilled worker, and they quickly finished taking notes.

had been able to leave, but the detectives had another thing that they cared aboutthe murder case they encountered at the bottom of the bridge on the way to dinner just now.

At that time, a burly man died under the bridge and was fatally shot by the murderer. According to the eyewitness testimony of a passing enthusiastic grandfather, the murderer was a young man with yellow hair.

At present, Huang Mao has been brought back to the headquarters and is being questioned.

When Jiang Xia got up, he happened to see the table next door sorting out the information about this case, so he asked casually, "How about the case under the bridge?"

The policeman raised his head from the computer and glanced at him.

recognized Jiang Xia as a detective, and the black skin next to Jiang Xia seemed to be the son of their head. The police officer hesitated for a moment, but did not hide: "Although there are witnesses, the most important murder weapon has not yet been found, which is a little troublesome."

Beside him, his young colleague held a teacup, moistened his throat, and sighed: "The suspect's mouth is too hard, and he refuses to admit that he killed someone. But what happened will always leave traces, As long as we follow the yellow hair to investigate, we will definitely find clues!Fortunately, some eyewitnesses saw him, and we were able to arrest him on the spot. Otherwise, if the murderer escaped, we would have to investigate a lot more. step."

Another police officer has done a lot of investigations and visits before. Thinking of the terrible workload, he deeply agreed: "Mr. Fayue is indeed a warm-hearted person."

Conan was startled: "Do you know the old grandpa who witnessed the crime scene?"

The young policeman nodded, showing a nostalgic look: "He can do paper plays, and whenever he is free, he will perform free performances for children in Camellia Park. I also went to watch it when I was a child. Besides, he also taught paper plays before. We Kendo - Don't look at his old age now, he is a master of the fifth dan of Kendo. It's just that he was old, or maybe he was injured in the fight between children, he felt a little guilty, and then he only did paper plays already."

"A master of the fifth dan of kendo?!"

Several detectives looked at each other and suddenly remembered that the deceased seemed to have been hit on the head with some kind of blunt weapon, and the blow was fatal.

Jiang Xia remembered that he wanted to help Qinjiu to find people, and asked the policeman: "I remember you said before that the deceased and the current suspect are suspected of engaging in fraudulent activities - among those possible victims, Mr. Fayue acquaintance?"

The young policeman was stunned for a moment, but he suddenly understood what he meant and sat up straight: "You suspect it is him..."

"It's just to provide some ideas for investigation. Anyway, you haven't found the murder weapon yet. Why don't you check a few more directions."

Jiang Xia pushed the trivial work to the police.

The murderous aura on the old man, although it doesn't smell like normal food, it is indeed a high-grade murderous aura with a unique taste. The texture is tight, and one strand tops ten strands. It can be used to feed Noah. How much taste, as long as nutrition is enough.

Rather than letting Fayue Dema be angered by the gin and pass by, and in which corner he collapsed with a shot, it is better to let him live a little more murderous... It's a pity that the murderousness of ordinary people is mostly one-off, the enemy It's gone after death, not like a steady stream of organizational cadres.