A psychic psychic gathered her coat and sucked the ghost mint while waiting for the ghost.
In the distance, Curacao looked at this scene from afar with the small light beside the cemetery, and a question mark slowly emerged above his head.
...What is Uzzo doing?
"Put the cigarette in front of the grave... Is this a worship?"
Curacao's eyes swept over the three intact stone tablets and a pile of ruined tombstones around him, and briefly fell into deep thought: "Who is he worshiping?"
She quickly browsed the information database in her mind, trying to find the person related to Uzzo to speculate on the script this time. However, after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come up with any answer.
——After realizing the danger of this young member, Curacao secretly read all the information related to Jiangxia.
However, no matter how you look at it, this second generation of the organization with a crooked roots does not have much special features. It is just an ordinary little transparent person who loves to paddle.
As a minor, the organization will certainly not be idle and send him on business trips, and Jiangxia himself doesn't like traveling too much - so why did he, a native of Tokyo, run to the snow-capped mountains of Gunma Prefecture to worship his graves?
"Did someone buried here have been to Tokyo and have had an intersection with Uzzo? - Judging from this attitude, the intersection between them may be quite good. Otherwise, how could a person like Uzzo run out to set off cigarettes for him in a cold weather?"
Thinking of this, Curacao became unprecedentedly interested in the unknown corpses below the ground.
But since they are unknown corpses, it means they did not carry their documents when they died. In addition, they had been buried in the ground for a long time... It was a troublesome to find out the true body of such a corpse.
After a headache for a moment, Curacao suddenly had a flash of inspiration and a majestic figure appeared in his mind.
"Wait, why bother to check it yourself?"
An intelligence agent looked at the cell phone in his hand and smiled silently at the corner of his lips: "Besides me, there must be others who are interested in this matter - it's better to sell this video to vodka at the price of a small wu coins. I believe he will come to investigate automatically without me saying anything.
"Step back, even if he is too busy to get out of his body and has no time to come, then I have at least got a currency, and it will not be a loss no matter how I calculate it."
Thinking of this, Curacao carefully saved the video.
Then she took a look behind her while starting to record.
——Why is the dog in Belmode still following?
"Forget it, according to my observation, he doesn't seem to have a gun on his body. As for his physical fitness... I just need to be careful and don't accidentally beat him to death when he is attacked."
Curacao sighed in his palm and turned his gaze to Jiangxia again.
...
far away.
Calvados hid behind the tree and looked at the scene from afar, and couldn't help but frown.
Although he couldn't see Jiang Xia, he could see the figure following Jiang Xia: "Why did this woman stop suddenly? What did she do when she hides behind a tree? - If she doesn't attack Jiang Xia, why would I take advantage of the opportunity to snatch the gun from her?"
For a moment, Calvados had the urge to pounce on him and snatch him hard.
But soon, reason made him grit his teeth again and endure it.
——Without being unarmed, it is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing to rashly approach a person holding a gun.
If it is normal, it will be reckless.
But now his goddess is in a villa not far away. If she failed to steal the gun and the corpse was on the spot, she would see the tragic death of the body...
Thinking of that embarrassing scene, Calvados took a deep breath and calmed down.
——Compared to that bad ending, he would rather freeze in the cold wind for a while and look for a more suitable opportunity.
...
Three people were waiting in the woods at their own time.
In the warm villa.
After the two hunters went upstairs, Conan, who was addicted to solving the case, remembered something and asked Officer Sato: "Is the negative film in the camera of the deceased really used from yesterday to today?"
Officer Sato was a little confused: "Of course, why did you ask that?" Could it be that your brother Jiang Xia taught me? Speaking of which, why did you seem to have never seen Jiang Xia?
She was looking to the side when she heard Conan say, "That blood-stained photo is exactly the last photo of the whole roll of film, which means that after shooting it, the film will automatically shrink.
"In this case, could someone prepare this roll of film in advance and then put it in the camera, trying to blur the death time of the deceased?"
The female photographer passed by and heard their words, thinking for a while, and said, "Then let's take a look at other photos in the same film - we happened to see the video tape from last night. Comparing the two sides should be able to confirm the approximate time of the film being used."
Officer Sato felt that this made sense and nodded: "I'll play back the video of tonight."
Soon, the video and the photos were all intact.
A group of people sometimes bowed their heads and looked up, comparing the details of the two: "In the photo, the clothes worn by Miss Yazi, Miss Fruit and the old lady are exactly the same as videotapes. The shooting time is at night, and the details in the room are quite similar... Yes, this film has been used from last night to today."
The short-haired woman recalled: "It's very cold today. I remember that from last night until Jiagui went out with his camera today, none of us had left this wooden house."
Officer Sato nodded and looked at the photo that was covered by blood dripping: "When I was washing the photo just now, I was with Miss Fruit throughout the whole process. There was no problem with the flushing process - these blood spots should be left on the camera. It seems that this is indeed the photo taken by the deceased today."
"But when it comes to speaking, I care a lot about another thing." She frowned, as if she couldn't figure it out:
"Before this blood-stained photo, there were two completely black photos in the film - under what circumstances did this be taken? Did the deceased and the murderer have had a fight at that time, and the camera was pressed against their chests and was covered by clothes?"
Next to him, Conan put this information into his ears, as if he had understood something, but he seemed to have not understood anything.
"To be honest, every time at this time, Jiang Xia would suddenly announce the truth of the case." This thought flashed, and Conan immediately became alert. He looked around and found Jiang Xia's figure.
However, I didn't see that classmate who was very terrifying in some ways.
"Did you go to the toilet?" Conan was happy and clenched his fists to encourage himself, "With him not here, I have to solve the case quickly!"
Chapter completed!