Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 1372 1372【You can’t see me】Please vote for me (`)

Wait for Jiang Xia to completely leave the surveillance screen.

In front of the computer screen at the other end, Vodka let out a silent sigh of relief and then put down the cup tightly held in his hand.

Vodka: "..." This guy Uzo, can you read his inner thoughts from such a distance?

No, not possible. This is a coincidence no matter how you look at it. It was probably just Uzo who noticed the surveillance installed in the room, so he raised his head and took a look.

In short, the Suzuki Consortium has a great business, and it is normal for them to be targeted by thieves and secretly monitored... If Uzuo asks about it then, he will say that everything has nothing to do with them, and Uzuo's grudge should not be blamed on him.

After thinking about it, Vodka suddenly said "huh?" and it felt like the mirror surface seemed to be a little foggy.

But after blinking and looking carefully, nothing changed.

Vodka: "..." Maybe I overused my eyes. He shook his head secretly, relaxed, and switched the surveillance images on the ship, intending to change the lens and continue monitoring.

…

In the field of vision that Vodka cannot see.

On the ship, in the corridor.

The foggy dog ​​flapped its wings and flew to the top of the corridor, holding the camera and looking left and right, mentally comparing the difference between nails and surveillance cameras.

The other ghosts floated a little slower. Matsuda Jinping took a few slow shots before approaching. After a few careful looks, he nodded and confirmed: It's a pinhole camera. To be able to stay so hidden, technology has evolved so rapidly.

Although Xiao Bai didn't understand it, he nodded along in a decent manner.

After the three ghosts interrogated, it was confirmed that someone was indeed filming secretly on the boat.

so……

[Who pretended? Who do you want to photograph? ]

Miss Spider adjusted the hat on her head and started placing bets skillfully.

Jiang Xia listened to the ghosts' muttering for a while, and then pulled Noah out of the pattern space.

…

"Is someone filming secretly?"

Noah was still busy building his virtual world. He heard that someone had installed surveillance cameras on the ship. He bounced to the top of the corridor, took a hard look at the camera, studied it for a moment, and then quickly bounced back next to Jiang Xia.

Afterwards, Noah stretched out his short hand and patted the screen of Jiang Xia's mobile phone.

Soon, a complex plan took shape, which was the rough shape of the ship. There are some shiny little red dots marked on the picture.

Noah put his hands on his hips proudly: "This is where the other cameras are."

"Not bad, not bad." Jiang Xia stood some distance away from the others and praised Gui Gui. After that, although he already had some suspicions in his mind, he still asked one more question, "Who is pretending?"

Noah paused for a moment, and a subtle fluorescence appeared in his body.

After a moment, it touched its transparent jelly-like chin thoughtfully, and said thoughtfully: "I can't see clearly what's going on over there. But judging from the style of the firewall, it should be the organization's computer."

Jiang Xia was silent for a moment: "..." Have Gin and Vodka been too busy recently? When he has free time, he goes to do business and always keeps an eye on what he, a well-behaved detective, is doing.

But then I thought about it, these days, I don’t have to go out late at night and encounter the source of murderous aura. Instead, I have the source of murderous aura following behind me. I can collect whatever I want. The inventory of wine and vanilla ice cream is much more than before... Alas, we are all colleagues after all. If they want to follow, then let them follow. The worst thing you can do is work harder and dismantle the camera in your room when you go back.

Jiang Xia: "..." Of course, when you dismantle the camera, you must remember to express condolences to it with vodka. I hope my colleagues will be able to give feedback on what they want.

Jiang Xia left in a good mood.

…

The group soon arrived on the deck.

At this time, the weather was calm, the sun was setting, and the water and the horizon were a warm orange scene.

Several tables were set up on the deck, with wine and other drinks on them. Several other guests have been sitting here for some time.

Jiang Xia and others also mixed in, pulled out stools and sat down.

Pu Si Qinglan had just bent down and sat down, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of light, as dazzling as a gem.

She was immediately attracted, turned her head and saw the photographer.

——A necklace is hanging on the photographer's neck at this time, and the pendant is a ring with ancient meaning.

Pu Si Qinglan's eyes were glued to it and she blurted out: "Mr. Hanchuan, the ring hanging on your necklace..."

The others were startled, then looked over and saw the unique pendant.

Conan pushed up his glasses in confusion and whispered, "Did he have this thing on his neck before?"

Jiang Xia shook his head: "No."

Conan looked even more confused, vaguely feeling that something was wrong: "...Why did you dress up all of a sudden?" Could it be that the photographer had taken a fancy to a lady on the boat and wanted to make himself more handsome? But the photographer had a bad attitude towards everyone. Could he be playing the elementary school kid's trick of "bullying you if you're nice to you"?

Thinking of this, and remembering the photographer's comment about Mao Lilan just now, Conan took a sip of juice and felt that this guy was very unpleasant.

…

The photographer did not notice any resentment from the primary school students.

He looked at Pu Si Qinglan and said proudly: "As expected of a researcher from the Romanov dynasty, he discovered this treasure at a glance - do you want to see it?"

"Of course!" Pu Siqinglan stood up excitedly.

She took the ring from the photographer's hand and looked at it carefully in the sunshine.

The ring seemed to be made of silver, with exquisite reliefs on the surface and luxurious gems inlaid between the silver leaves. On the inside of the ring, there are several Russian letters engraved on it.

"Maria..." Pu Siqinglan whispered the word, a touch of greed flashed in his eyes. She quickly calmed down her emotions and looked at the photographer excitedly, "Is this the ring of Nicholas II's third daughter, Maria?!"

"If this expert says so, then it is indeed it." The photographer took the ring from her hand.

Pu Si Qinglan reluctantly let go of her hand, lust igniting in her heart, and comforted herself: Although the ring has left her now, she will be able to appreciate it now - tonight, she will get this ring.

And there should be more than one cultural relic of this kind. Treasures sometimes appear in piles...

Thinking of this, Pu Si Qinglan asked the photographer eagerly: "Where did you find it?"

The photographer ignored him. He seemed to be on the deck just to show off the ring.

Now that Pu Siqinglan had proven the value of the ring, he laughed twice and walked to the cabin, seemingly planning to go back to the house to rest.

Suzuki Sonoko asked Pu Si Qinglan curiously: "Is that authentic?"

...It feels prettier than her egg, and I don’t know if the photographer is willing to sell it. It’s not that she wants to play with it, but she just thinks it’s suitable for display in a modern art museum. Of course, you can let her test it for a few days before putting it in.