Chapter 2904 2908 [My Little Minions Are Still Trying to Trick Me]

The slender fishing line is difficult to detect in the night, but fortunately everyone already knows where the line head is. Soon, the end of the other end was found.

"From the cliff behind, it went down." The Datong Police Department's visit light took a picture, then put on gloves, and pulled the fishing line up.

He felt the sticky touch on the glove, and snorted: "Why is this online all mud ... Ah, it's the end!"

He dragged the end of the line and dragged the end of the line -the tail of the fishing line, and a heavy lead pendant was tied.

"That's it!" The Police Department stared at the lead pendant, and I felt vaguely I understood:

"The murderer is very familiar with the law of the deceased. He knows that Mr. Jin Ze will definitely sit in front of the TV at 8 pm, so he fixed the sniper rifle on the treetops in advance and adjusted the angle.

"Wait until 8 o'clock, he stood under the cliff and dragged down the lead.

The service department touched his chin: "But in this case, wouldn't it become an external person?"

"Why can't it be an external person?" The Daji Police Department didn't understand his phrase "Isn't it". "With this device, the murderer can achieve the goal without invasion of the villa. Attention, it can also be convenient to escape -yes. "". "

He suddenly remembered what he thought of, and looked at Jiang Xia: "I remember you said before that in recent months, the deceased will always receive the intimidation photos sent by anonymous people? - Do you say, will the murderer be this person?"

The service department pressed the front angle: "Logically, there is no problem, but I always feel not right -the murderer uses a sniper rifle. He can drive a shot from a distance and escape. Troubled posture "?"

Nympho

Detectives of high school students were busy looking at the scene.

On the other side, Conan rarely gave up the case sent to him -he quietly followed the police and the cases of the case to search for luggage.

"Is there any good search, I just have a small handbag, can I still put a gun in?" Mrs. Kim Ze snorted and handed his own small bag to the police. "" "

There are more luggage of the two apprentices. Today, the things they want to use for open -air barbecue must be brought to the scene by the two of them.

Seeing that the police concentratedly searched the two people's luggage and ignored the other two guests on the side, Conan couldn't help dragging the police officer and whispered: "Uncle police, look at the uncle, is his figure a bit a bit a bit a bit? strangeness?"

The small police officer looked at Conan's sight and saw a burly man in black.

"This is not Mr. Jiang Xia's assistant, the Mr. Yamada?" He scratched his head, "Where is strange?"

Conan: "..." The abominable vodka, it turned out that this guy was close to Jiang Xia, for this situation today?

What is even more angry is that he was really affected by the police ...

Conan, while fighting for the blinding partner in his heart, said, "I can't say it, but I feel that Uncle Yamada is not the same as before -anyway, everyone is searched and searched. He got rid of the suspicion as soon as possible and helped Jiang Xia's brother. "

"It makes sense!" The little police officer also wanted to get off work early, and he checked who was not checked, so he walked towards Volka.

Vodka heard his footsteps approaching and alertly turned his head.

Good news, the coming person is just a flat policeman.

Bad news ... The direction of the policeman came, and there was a first -year elementary school student who looked at it here.

"Just now the police were still looking at the piles of luggage, why did he suddenly go to me?" Vodka turned around, and he felt wrong. His forehead jumped slightly, and his body appeared on his body. What the police said, this kid is almost ghost! "

"Mr. Yamada." As soon as he was thinking, the little police officer stopped in front of him. "Let me check your luggage, is this bag?"

Vodka nodded.

Conan looked at his hat suddenly -he knew what was wrong with vodka!

Nympho

There are no pistols in Vodka's bags, and no knife is installed.

The little police officer turned around, except for things like the wallet key, only pulled out a laptop, and found a small anesthetic gun from him.

It is strange to bring anesthesia with a anesthesia gun, but considering that "Mr. Yamada" is a person who is determined to become a detective, detectives need to have the force that sufficient to subdue criminals ... everything seems to become normal.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Yamada. Although your work really needs something to prevent himself, the anesthesia gun is a prohibited item, so we will confiscate it first." Take the time to take a trip to the headquarters and accept education and fines.

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As soon as the words fell, he suddenly discovered that the man in black next to "Mr. Yamada" stared at the anesthesia gun that was collected by himself, and there was a trace of indescribable surprise and disgust in his expression.

Next to, Vodka also perceived Calvado's strangeness, and his old face blushed: "..." Looking at what you have seen, you have never seen anesthesia gun! With this with you, it is not better than you now barefoot and empty boxing!

Calvados looked at him and turned his head away silently. He walked a few steps to the side, looking like he didn't know this accomplice.

"..." Feeling his strong disdain, the murderous aura on Vodka's body floated up again.

But now he couldn't get angry at Calvados, so he had to quietly cast his angry eyes on the young police officer who was checking the luggage: Do you know the rules, kid! Can a detective be considered to be carrying a weapon? If you dare to confiscate my gun, why don't you confiscate Uzo's baton?

Just as he was angry, suddenly, the voice of Inspector Otaki came from the side: "Mr. Yamada, what's in your hat?"

Vodka: "?!"

He looked in the direction of the voice, but saw no figure.

The young police officer next to him also heard what his boss said, he quickly turned his head and his eyes fell on Vodka's hat.

——I didn't think much about it just now, but now that he was pointed out by his boss, he suddenly found that Mr. Yamada's hat seemed a little strange.

Thinking of the tranquilizer gun that the detective assistant carried with him, the young police officer's face became a little more serious: "Mr. Yamada, please take off your hat so that I can check it."

Vodka: "..."

...

An organization cadre took off the hat that he never took off his head reluctantly.

In the bushes, Conan put away the bow voice changer and squinted his eyes to look over carefully.