The scene of the fire needs to be cleaned up, and there are many people coming and going, and it is noisy.

Shiraishi and Conan listened carefully to what was going on on in the gray plain as they got into the car.

Conan originally wanted to persuade Shiraishi not to drive by himself and find a reliable driver to help him drive.

But as soon as he heard about the "serial kidnapping and murder case", he suddenly couldn't care about it.

Although there are many homicides in Tokyo, serial kidnapping and murder are not common.

Conan immediately knew which one Gray Plains was referring to.

Recently, there has been a spate of kidnapping cases of little girls, ranging from 4 to 14 years old. The kidnappers first demanded a ransom from the girl's family, and then deliberately delayed the return of the hostages after receiving the ransom, and the hostages were missing for a long time.

It wasn't until last week that there was some slight progress in the case when the police found the girls' bloodied clothes and personal belongings in the suburbs, as well as two bodies, which led many to realize that the remaining kidnapped girls were also likely to be killed.

"Rice Flower Midnight News" is a small software that is not very formal, and the manuscript is a bit titled "The Flower Season Girl Died in the Wilderness, and the Victims Rose to 6!" It is not clear whether the victims are all dead or simply kidnapped.

The police have not been able to find the murderer so far, but now, Gray Yuan Wai actually knows......

If a schoolboy told him that the murderers were two junior high school boys in this horrific serial murder case, Conan would think that she hadn't woken up, or that she had read too many detective stories.

But at this time, on the opposite side of the detective badge, it was the gray plain mourning whose real age was unknown...... By the way, she also mentioned the organization, and this case is also related to the organization in black?

Conan thought quickly as he glanced at Shiraishi in the driver's seat, wanting to hear what he had to say.

He heard Shiraishi ask at the detective badge, "Listen to the voice, are you in the car now?" Is there anyone around? ”

Gray Plains held the detective badge and took a deep breath. Now that they have opened their mouths, they can't hide it anymore, and they must be made aware of the seriousness of the situation as soon as possible:

"I'm in the trunk of them right now, next to them half a pack of 10,000 yen bills, I haven't counted them, but the amount is probably more than 80 million. There is also a hacksaw suspected to be the murder weapon, with blood on it, and a human head wrapped in newspaper in the corner. ”

Conan listened to this pile of things and was stunned for a moment. He suddenly had a general idea in his heart, but he was not sure, so he subconsciously looked at Baishi again, wanting to answer with his little friend.

Shiraishi looked straight ahead, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose uncomfortably - this was just from Conan, and it was used to locate the Gray Plains Mourning position.

Once she activates the Detective Badge, she becomes locatable.

Under Conan's gaze, Shiraishi tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel twice, hesitating: "Props? ”

Conan's eyes lit up.

Shiraishi really thought so.

That's right.

He relaxed a little and leaned back into the co-pilot's seat.

Although she wanted to ask why she wanted to drill into someone's trunk, Conan heard that she was in a heavy mood and decided to get down to business first: "Don't panic, things aren't as bad as you think."

"When Uchida-senpai and the others discussed the script before, you kept baking desserts, and you may not know very well - although Suzuki added a lot of strange scenes, the main story of the drama has not changed.

"It was originally based on the serial kidnapping and murder of young girls, and it was also ...... for the members of the Reasoning Club to prepare props such as heads, hacksaws, and cash in advance."

"That's not a prop." However, Gray Plains interrupted him.

Her voice was low, probably because her mouth was too close to the radio on the badge, and it sounded a faint anger and horror: "Are you the kind of child who can't tell the difference between props and banknotes?" ”

Gray Plains had thought of a similar possibility when he was lying in the dark and cramped trunk before.

But later, she randomly drew a few from the pile of banknotes, but all of them were genuine banknotes.

If you think about it a little, you can understand that the "big amount of cash" in the stage play can be used as long as you find a random bag and stuff some newspaper into the bag to support the drum.

For a little more elaborate, at most some colored paper is printed, and one piece is pasted on the front and back of each bundle of "money", and the middle is all white paper, or simply a plastic mold.

Only when you need to count money in person, or use money to smash people, will you stuff a wad or two of full-color paper fake money into it, but just now, Gray Yuan Wai pulled out of the briefcase, and any one pulled out was a real banknote.

“…… There was also the hacksaw and the cloth that wrapped around it, which had blood on it, and it was not dry. Speaking of this, Gray Yuan's mourning eyebrows frowned slightly, and he felt the bloody qi on his fingertips drill into his nose for a while:

"The school festival won't open until next week.。 Even if animal blood is used for the sake of realism, there is no need to pour it so early - in case it happens that it is all summer, and when it is used as a prop, maybe the hacksaw will already grow hair. ”

She said it so carefully that the two people in the car couldn't take it seriously.

Bai Shi didn't know much about Gray Yuanai's work experience, but he knew in his heart that no matter whether Gray Yuanai had participated in human experiments or not, she would definitely not cut the mouse and white rabbit less, so as not to confuse blood and paint.

It is true that few people will drench real blood on the props of the stage play, after all, the audience is so far away that the audience can't smell it at all, and there is no need to sprinkle blood except for the diaphragm actors, let alone so long in advance.

…… The situation is a bit strange.

Shiraishi looked at the sky, and now the sun had not yet risen, but there was already a thin bright color on the horizon.

In the wee hours of the morning, there are fewer people on the streets than in the middle of the night.

He stepped on the gas pedal and sped all the way to the side of overspeed.

After driving for a few seconds, Bai Shi suddenly remembered something, leaned next to the detective badge, and asked, "Where is the head?" ”

"What?" Gray Plains was stunned.

"Is that human head real?" The blood on the hacksaw, and the large amount of cash, if you have to explain, it is not impossible to cover up the past with reasons such as "perfectionist local tyrants".

But not heads.

If you want to know whether this is a fake human trafficker or a real kidnapper, the key lies in that head.

Gray Yuan Wai hesitated for a moment, then sat up again: "I didn't look at ...... carefully"

The first two props are enough to illustrate the problem, after all, she is not a necrophilia who likes human heads, before according to the shape of the newspaper group, after guessing that it was a human head, she began to secretly regurgitate, and when she opened the newspaper and took a look, she found that it was really a human head, so she immediately covered the newspaper back, without looking carefully, let alone pinching and touching the face of the corpse.

Gray Plains didn't want to go near the head.

But Shiraishi asked very seriously, and she realized that this was indeed the key, so she had to start looking for her head in the dark.

There is no lighting and you can't see the human head, but if you can touch it, you can tell it by the touch.

Gray Plains followed his memories and groped his way into the corner.

Just as she came across the heavy mass of newspaper, a faint light shone from behind the side, illuminating the cramped trunk.

The whole portrait of Gray Yuan Mourning was pressed on the pause button and froze.

…… The lid is still closed, where does the light come from in the trunk?

The suddenness of the situation made her fingertips cold, but her heartbeat suddenly increased, and she hammered it in her ears like a drum.

Gray Yuan Wai stiffened an inch and turned his head to look at the light source.

The trunk and compartment were originally completely separated by the backrest of the rear seat.

But at this moment, the armrest in the center of the chair was lowered from the front at some point, and a gap appeared in the "partition wall".

A fat face was attached to it, and he looked into the trunk with great difficulty, and his facial features were squeezed and deformed.

was originally called an honest look, but at this moment, in the eyes of Gray Plains, it is more terrifying than a ghost.

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