Before Jiang Xia could receive the signal, the police officer in the mountain village had a new speculation. He raised his hand and gestured: "It was very dark, and even the prisoner should not dare to run around in the mountains. He must have dropped his gun and escaped along this road."
Conan couldn't hold it back and unwillingly challenged the logic of the Yamamura police officer again: "But there are no footprints on this snow, and there are not on the way we came. Did the murderer fly over from the other shore?"
——I want to see how you explain the murderer's flight phenomenon just like the snow on the gun.
"this……"
Sure enough, the insidious plan of the primary school student came into effect, and the mountain village police officer touched his chin and fell into hard thoughts.
Conan pushed his glasses and a smile slipped across his lips.
However, before the smile was completely formed, suddenly, the little policeman searching next to the valley shook his flashlight and reported loudly: "Mr. Jiang Xia, a rope hung from this tree, and the rope drooped into the valley!"
Conan: “…?”
Next to him, the mountain village police officer was stunned at first, and then a flash of inspiration flashed, and in a flash, he felt that he understood everything.
Soon, he cleared his throat and said seriously like a Chinese class representative who was reciting super difficult texts in front of the teacher:
"This should be the case - after the murderer came here to check the site, he tied a hemp rope to the tree, causing the rope to hang to the bottom of the valley and to touch the water.
"After the actor came to the hotel, the murderer set out to the upper reaches of the stream, and when he arrived here, he grabbed the rope that had fallen from above.
"The murderer tied the boat and climbed here along the rope. After squatting for a while, he shot and killed the dead. Then he dropped the gun, fell back on the boat, and ran away on the boat!"
Conan: "…"
The police officer in the mountain village did not pay attention to the slightly twitching child and said to Jiang Xia: "I will issue a wanted order to let them pay attention to the suspicious people downstream!"
"Wait." Jiang Xia stopped him. Instead of letting the underestimated police force run downstream and cast a wide net, it is better to let them continue to surround the three murderous aura groups to promote production.
Thinking of this, while the fake elementary school students were gaze with their eyes, the mediator said slowly: "When the gunshots rang, we were having a meal at the garden restaurant opposite - the open-air restaurant was only ten meters away from here, and for the sake of viewing, the manager set up many searchlights nearby.
"As soon as the gunshot sounded, we immediately followed the sound. If the murderer really fired a gun at this position, or passed here while running away, he should be seen by us on the spot.
"But in fact, in my impression, there was never any figure in this area."
The police officer in the mountain village was disgusted: "This, that's how it is."
Jiang Xia finished reading the clues that he should have read here, and didn't want to continue to blow the cold wind. He closed his coat: "Let's go back to the hotel first. The deceased is a very famous idol, but there are no paparazzi or fans around the hotel. This shows that only a few people know the destination of his trip this time - if the shooting tonight was not an accident, but a murder with purpose, then the murderer should be among his acquaintances."
Yama Village Police Officer: "!"
If this is true, wouldn’t the case return to his favorite N-choice 1 mode?
...You can watch idols solve the case up close again!
"Should I record the scene so that I can go back and review the case when sorting out the case?" A policeman who was pretending to be a private person touched his phone and was ready to move.
...
After another half an hour of trekking, the group finally returned from the cold wind outside and returned to the warm hotel.
The manager cared about the fireplace, Jiang Xia sat on the sofa, baking the fire comfortably for a while, and not long after, the police officer of the mountain village found everyone who had dinner tonight.
He held the notepad and glanced at everyone with sharp eyes: "Before and after the incident, where do you do what you do?"
A group of people looked at each other, and Officer Sato spoke with great shame to his colleagues: "We have been having dinner in the garden restaurant and have not left."
The pressure suddenly came to the few people who had left.
The producer scratched his head: "I was having a dinner party at the time, but halfway through the gathering, suddenly a TV station called me - because I was talking about some secrets in the industry, I couldn't answer them on the table, so I went back to the hall alone."
As he was talking, seeing that the mountain village police officer looked at the wrong look, he hurriedly said: "Later, when I heard the gunshot, I immediately ran out of the hall. I don't have time to commit the crime!"
"I didn't say you have time to commit the crime." The Yamamura police officer stared at the fat producer suspiciously with his oppressive gaze. "What are you doing so nervous? Are you guilty?"
"I don't!" The producer looked aggrieved, "The films I'm responsible for are all criminal investigation dramas, so they are a little sensitive to such issues. Do you ask these questions just suspect that we are the murderers?"
Next to it, the young police officer from Gunma Prefecture skillfully ignored the shocked boss. He checked the producer's mobile phone and found that there was indeed a phone call on the phone during that period.
Later, he contacted the producer's phone number. After the enthusiastic melon-eating crowd on the other side testified, when the gunfire sounded, the two were indeed discussing important matters.
"Look." The producer raised his head proudly.
However, the police officer of the Yama Village still squinted his eyes suspiciously: "Who said that you can't kill people when making a phone call? Just cover the microphone with your fingers, and even if you hear the gunshots on the other side, you can still argue that the gunshots are from afar - Besides, who would make a job call at 8 pm? This call came so coincidental, it was not that you were deliberately making absentee certificate."
The producer choked: "You!"
Before he could come up with an excuse, the Yamamura police officer who was suspicious of everything had already turned to the next person. He asked the screenwriter again: "Where are you? What were you doing at that time?"
The screenwriter sighed: "I was having a dinner with everyone before, but suddenly I thought of a good idea on the way, so I quickly went back to my room and recorded it."
The police officer of the Yama Village said with a long "Oh?" and showed his eyes that saw through everything: "That is to say, you were not at the scene when the gunfire sounded?"
"No, I haven't finished talking yet!" The screenwriter shook his head quickly. He didn't dare to narrate slowly in a story-telling tone anymore, but what happened after he finished talking like a bamboo tube pouring beans:
"I originally wanted to write a complete story, but for some reason I was not as inspiring as before. Later, I thought about it and felt that I was the most inspiring when I sat next to Mr. Jiang Xia, so I came back."
Belmode: "..." Is there any inspiration when I sat next to Jiangxia? What kind of inspiration, is it murderous inspiration?... In a sense, this person's intuition is quite effective.
When Jiang Xia heard the praise from the screenwriter, she raised her hand and touched Conan's head next to her.
Chapter completed!