The two of them clapped their hands together, as if they had just solved a difficult and miscellaneous case.

Conan: "..."

He always felt that something was hidden, but it was difficult to piece together a chain of evidence for a while, so he couldn't refute the two old policemen.

Just trying to find more evidence, at this moment, he suddenly found Jiang Xia standing by the balcony, silently looking at the deep night outside.

Conan approached, feeling that he and Jiang Xia had more common topics: "What are you thinking?"

Jiang Xia sighed faintly: "I was wondering why some people always like to find detectives as his alibi producers. Could it be that the conclusions drawn in this way are more authoritative?"

"?" Conan blurted out, "You know the murderer again?!"

Jiang Xia shook his head: "I'm not sure yet, I just have this feelingbut this should not be an accident, but someone secretly manipulating it behind the scenes."

Conan breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Jiang Xia also failed to find all the evidence just like him.

This shows that the current evidence itself is inconsistent, not that his thinking ability has regressed.

While thinking about it, Conan nodded heavily, and Wei Wan said that he is currently at the same progress as Jiang Xia: "The shoe fell so far when the person fell, it's really not right."

Jiang Xia took advantage of the police still taking pictures at the scene to collect evidence, turned around and walked to the door: "Let's go out and have a look."

The two left Room 501 where the deceased lived, found the stairs at the same time, and followed it all the way up.

Pass through the 6th floor, and then go up to the rooftop.

The administrator did not lie, the iron gate leading to the rooftop was locked and it was impossible to enter.

The higher the place where the deceased fell, the easier it is for the slippers to fall far. Since it is not a rooftop, then...

The qualified location seems to be only on the 6th floor.

"Go to 601 and have a look." Jiang Xia turned and went downstairs.

Conan took out his mobile phone and began to flip through the photo album: "When I came up just now, I took a picture of the mailbox downstairs. The person who lives in 601 is, uh... surnamed Kanda?!"

"This surname is not very common. This is your client." Conan suddenly understood after being startled, "No wonder you just said something 'alibi' by the balcony. When you passed the mailbox on the first floor, You've already found out that it's wrong?Those media who like to make up have one sentence that's right, you guys really stole God's script.

Jiang Xia politely pushed the blame back: "Let's not talk about whether I stole the script or not, why did you take pictures of the mailbox on the first floor? You must have realized something, so you took the pictures secretly."

Conan: "..." Huh? Right. Thinking about it this way, could it be that his intuition of the case is not weaker than Jiang Xia's, but his reason is too strong, covering up his intuition?

Although it was summed up by Jiang Xia, it seemed that he had become better than him.

But Conan still humbly said: "I really didn't think too much about it just now, but based on experience, the location of each resident can often come in handy in this kind of homicide in an apartment building. The most intuitive one that can show the location , it's the mailbox at the entrance of the building. That's why I secretly took pictures to keep the certificate

While talking, he suddenly found Jiang Xia stopped.

"What's wrong?" Conan asked while looking up.

Seeing the end of the corridor on the sixth floor, he was also startled.

Standing at the corner of the corridor, looking from a distance, at the door of 601, there was another person at this time.

The man was wearing the uniform of a florist, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, standing at the door of the Kanda client, talking to the people inside.

The door of Dr. Kanda's house opened a crack.

Unexpectedly, even though there was a large group of policemen downstairs, Dr. Kanda's awareness of prevention was still strong, even a bit too strongthere was an anti-theft chain on his door, and the door was only opened a little.

There is a small gap, only through the gap to talk to the flower shop staff outside.

When Jiang Xia and the others came, the conversation seemed to have come to an end.

Conan strained to strain his ears, only to hear the last words of the person who gave the flowers: "That's it, sorry to bother you."

After that, the door clicked shut, and the two ended their conversation.

The employee of the flower shop held the flowers in his arms, and did not leave immediately. Instead, he looked at the door and straightened the baseball cap on his head thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

Conan tugged at Jiang Xia's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Do you think the complexion of this flower shop clerk looks familiar?"

Jiang Xia: "..." In fact, the "skin color" can be completely removed. After all, this flower shop employee looks familiar to him everywhere.

The whispering between the two seemed to startle the people at the door.

The florist frowned and looked over. He was taken aback when he saw the tall and the short on the other side of the corridor.

He quickly approached with flowers in his arms: "Why are you here?"

Conan: "..." He still wants to ask why this suspicious detective agency boss is here.

But looking at it like this, you can guess it.

Conan asked bluntly: "Uncle Amuro, are you working again?"

Toru Amuro looked away from Jiang Xia, and looked down at him: "..." This kid always calls his brother when he has something to do, and uncle when he has nothing to do. It's hard not to suspect that he did it on purpose.

But as a mature undercover agent, how could he care about elementary school students?

He replied calmly: "I came to help the flower shop deliver flowers, but now it seems that someone is playing a prank..."

Things obviously have some hidden meanings. Toru Amuro didn't elaborate and changed the subject.

He asked the question he had just asked again, "What about you? What are you doing here?"

Pausing for a moment, thinking of the police car downstairs, and looking at Jiang Xia in front of him, Amuro jumped slightly out of the corner of his eyes, "...There is another case?"

Jiang Xia nodded, and briefly introduced the situation: "There was an accident. The deceased was a resident on the 5th floor downstairs. We went to his house just now and found..."

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at Toru Amuro, hesitant to speak.

Toru Amuro keenly felt that something was wronghe noticed that Jiang Xia looked at him as if he felt that he was related to this matter.

This made him suddenly alert, and asked: "What did you find?"

Only then did Jiang Xia continue like a dot reader: "It's like this. The deceased downstairs seems to have been targeted by a group of mysterious people recently, and he is always threatened and harassed by them. The deceased's friends are very worried about his safety." The situation, so I wanted to entrust me to find the group of people. But just after I arrived, the deceased fell from the building, fell into the alley next to the apartment, and died on the spot.

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