There are two houses on this floor, and the door of the one at the end of the door is closed, and a faint layer of ash has fallen on the door and the mat outside the door, which is cold and deserted, and looks like there are no residents.

The one on the left is bustling with activity—the door is wide open, and from time to time police officers come in and out, and if you listen closely, you can hear the footsteps walking inside, the muffled discussions, the shouting of people to take a closer look, and so on.

This was the first time that White Stone had touched the scene of the murder at close range—the amusement park didn't count, after all, it was an attempt—and he stood curiously in the doorway, looking in.

I saw several policemen gathered in the middle of the hall, putting a body in a body bag, probably preparing to send it for autopsy.

The deceased was an obese young man, his light-colored shirt was stained with blood, his hair was also stained with blood, and the half-length strands of his hair were glued together, hanging down to cover half of his face, looking sloppy and greasy.

The officers adjusted the body's posture and prepared to zip it up, when the body's hair slid a little to the side due to gravity.

Through the gap between the hairs, Shiraishi can just see his dead eyes, those eyes that are squeezed by fat, the pupils are strangely dilated to the extreme, at first glance, there is a feeling that he is looking at Shiraishi.

Knowing that it was a dead man who couldn't speak or move, Shiraishi still felt a physiological chill, and goosebumps crawled all the way down his arm to his back.

After a pause for two seconds, he looked away as if nothing had happened, his face was not afraid at all, but he couldn't wait to hold his arms and jump a few times in his heart, so that the heat brought by the exercise could dispel the coldness in his heart.

Soon, the police officers sorted out the body bags and got up one after another.

Shiraishi caught a glimpse of what seemed to be something on the ground over there. After a moment of confusion, he turned his head again, first glanced at the sealed body bag, and then looked at the ground that had just been blocked by the police.

I saw that there was a circle of white, very fresh human trace fixed lines, which was the appearance of a person lying on the ground.

This kind of primitive mark is said to have been eliminated for a long time, and at first glance, I only feel that the breath of the criminal investigation drama of the times is rushing to my face, which makes Baishi a little dramatic, and the discomfort dissipates a lot.

He took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths, and only after taking this breath did he notice a faint smell of blood wafting through the air.

Fortunately, Shiraishi was not very afraid of blood, and his movements stiffened slightly, not only did he not stop, but he sucked faster, and he hoped that he would get used to the corpse and various crime scenes as soon as possible.

After all, if you want to survive in this world, you still have to see all kinds of strange things in the future, and you can be scared to death if you don't get used to it.

The body bag was carried away by two men, and Shiraishi moved to the side to make way for them.

He watched the body bag enter the elevator, the elevator door closed, and suddenly thought that if those fan girls downstairs hadn't left, he suddenly saw a bag of this thing...... I don't know how I feel.

As the thing that most attracted his attention disappeared, Shiraishi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally having time to look at the others in the hall.

I looked at the ground first, and sure enough, a boy who looked like a primary school student was lying on the wooden floor, holding a magnifying glass that he had found out of nowhere, and looked around.

He wears a conspicuous red bow around his neck, and Shiraishi looks at it for a moment, recognizing it as Conan's signature voice changer.

As soon as he thought of this, he unconsciously felt a chill on the back of his neck, and almost wanted to raise his hand to cover it.

After straining the urge to suppress it, Shiraishi lowered his gaze to Conan's wrist.

Unexpectedly, Conan's hands were empty and he was not wearing a tranesthetic watch. This surprised Shiraishi a little, he had always thought that the voice changer and the watch came in a set.

…… Now it seems that the Doctor also has CDs, and it takes a few days off to make something new.

In addition to Conan, Mori Kogoro and Mori Ran were also present, and the father and daughter were huddled in a corner of the hall, whispering something to a woman.

The woman had her back to Shiraishi, and Shiraishi was stunned when she saw her.

- taller than the average girl, slender back, long wavy brown hair that is scattered on the back......

Isn't this the one who tripped over him just now, changing his clothes so quickly?

But soon, Shiraishi realizes that he has recognized the wrong person. As soon as I turned my head, I could see that Yuko Ikezawa was sitting alone on the sofa, still wearing her original clothes.

He turned his gaze back again, thinking to himself that the backs of these two people were really alike, could it be that this hairstyle is popular in the island country now?

"Miss Yoko is cute." , a voice came from the side.

When he turned his head, he saw Miwako Sato standing next to him, looking at Yoko Okino, the person who was talking to the Maori father and daughter.

Sato whispered:

"is worthy of being a fire-righteous amphibious artist, and the real person is even better than the one in the camera. She was also very polite, and when I handed her a tissue, she said thank you. ”

"......", normal people would say. Bai Shi glanced at her speechlessly, but he didn't expect that there was a passer-by fan lurking next to her.

At this time, I don't know if the idol's "anti-peeping radar" was activated, Yoko Okino suddenly turned around, and after seeing Shiraishi and Miwako Sato looking at her, she was slightly stunned and quickly smiled at them.

At this time, Shiraishi realized that she and Yuko Ikezawa were not the same style at all.

Yuko Ikezawa has narrow and long corners of her eyes, slightly higher cheekbones, and wears more colorful makeup, and in general, she is more royal.

Yoko Okino is obviously running on the cute route, her face is round, her eyes are moist, and her eyes are red, as if she has just cried.

…… Wait, why is she crying?

Is it to see a dead person and be frightened?

was discovered by the main owner, and the voyeur duo is not good to continue watching.

After nodding to each other, Shiraishi turned his head to look away, ready to take a closer look at the environment here, so that he could collect information for his senior sister.

Anyway, this is also a part-time job with a good salary, and it has to be completed seriously.

As soon as he turned around, he was shocked.

At some point, there was a man standing behind him - the Twilight Police Department was raising their hands, ready to pat him on the shoulder and call him.

Seeing that Shiraishi turned around by himself, the Twilight Police Department was stunned, then lowered his hand and shook him twice, "It's Shiraishi, I'm Twilight." ”

This is a middle-aged police officer with a big beer belly, wearing a brown trench coat, brown tie, dark brown pants, darker brown shoes, and a brown bowler hat on his head.

…… That's how much I like brown.

After saying hello and greetings, the Twilight Police Department twisted his heavy mustache and explained simply:

"You can see whatever you want, you can take pictures, but don't destroy the crime scene, and don't mess around with the evidence like those bastard detectives. In addition, the collected information can only be used for statistical purposes, and all photos cannot be disseminated. ”

"Okay, okay." , Shiraishi politely agreed one by one, trying to look directly at the Dusk Police Department with his sincere eyes, but his eyes did not meet his wishes, and he always floated up unconsciously.

It's not that he has a problem with his eyes, and it's not that he has a weak heart or anything, but ......

- From Shiraishi's point of view, the Twilight Police Department is holding a golden text bubble with an exclamation mark written on it!

The exclamation mark is in bold and capitalized.,The bubbles are constantly shaking up and down in small increments.,It's very similar to the NPCs that release missions in the game.,Look at the white stone is very itchy.,I really want to press F on the twilight police department.,Take the mission.。

It's a pity I don't have a keyboard at hand.

"What's wrong? Did I have something on my hat? His gaze wandered a little too much, and the Dusk Police Department finally sensed that something was wrong, looked up suspiciously, and reached out to touch the brim of his hat at the same time.

Of course, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.