Conan’s Corpse Picker

After saying that, looking at the unsuspicious look on the eyes of the police department, Kidd secretly breathed a sigh of relief: The detective is really useful. If I had known earlier, I should have pretended to be a good detective in front of the Metropolitan Police Department and gathered information.

Kidd: "..." However, if you want to become a detective who can talk to the police, it seems that you have to solve a few murder cases with weird tactics first. And the murder cases I usually encounter are really not that many... Wait, so if you want to be a detective, you first need to have a death-like physique?

And if "Detective Detective Kuroba Kaito" happens to disappear every time he commits a theft, he may be suspected by the police soon... Forget it.

After thinking about it for a moment, Kidd immediately gave up the idea.

Kidd: "..." As expected, he should be just like he is now, an ordinary genius high school student. Just find Jiang Xia to find out the news... huh? Doesn't this mean he owes Jiang Xia a lot of favors? The detective and the phantom thief should be natural enemies, but why do they feel like they are slowly becoming accomplices...

The phantom thief who hated detectives touched his chin and fell into deep thought for a moment.

…

Since Shi Kaobing's whereabouts could not be found and no more clues could be obtained, the progress of the case was temporarily stuck.

A group of people slept on the boat for a night with their own thoughts.

There were a large number of police officers busy walking back and forth in the corridor. It was Christmas Eve tonight, and until we arrived in Tokyo, nothing happened again.

At dawn the next day, the police returned to the Metropolitan Police Department with the photographer's body and various exhibits.

Others planned to divide into several cars and go to Yokosuka in Kanagawa Prefecture to visit Natsumi Kasaka's house, the castle where another "Egg of Memory" is hidden.

Although Suzuki Shiro was also somewhat interested in this, he had seen quite a few castles, and he had been out of town for several days. The consortium had accumulated some affairs that needed to be dealt with. In the end, he took Secretary Nishino and left with regret.

The police sent a representative to stay: of course the candidate to stay here is the "White Bird Police Department" who took the initiative to take over the heavy responsibility.

…

"Get in the car." Although the "White Bird Police Department" did not have a license, as a mysterious thief who could fly a plane and drive a tank, he still sat in the driver's seat with a calm expression.

Seeing this, other people did not become suspicious and got into the car one after another.

Pu Si Qinglan instinctively avoided the "White Bird Police Department" policeman and got into another car.

Jiang Xia observed for a moment and originally wanted to sit down with him so that she could feel his normal structure up close and personal, and realized that he was actually an easy person to kill.

But the closer he got, the more he saw that Pu Siqinglan's expression was stiff.

Jiang Xia stopped hesitantly: "..." If she immediately got up and walked away from the car on the other side as soon as she sat down, the noise would be too loud and would attract unnecessary attention... Let's forget it now. The murderous aura is quite stable and does not need to be consolidated for the time being.

He glanced regretfully at the car where Pu Siqinglan was sitting, and then sat in another car.

Pu Siqinglan stared at the reflection on the car window.

Although he has decided to kill Jiang Xia and prevent him from being resurrected forever. But now there are so many people and so many people, and when you can't draw out a gun or take out a weapon, sitting with such a mysterious guy is really a challenge to a killer's survival instinct.

Seeing Jiang Xia turn and leave, she breathed a silent sigh of relief, and gradually loosened her hand on the bag.

…

The two cars started one after another and drove towards Kanagawa Prefecture.

Jiang Xia got into the car and suddenly found that the person in the passenger seat was tall and blocked the light. It seemed like Vodka was sitting in the car.

He took a closer look, and then regretfully recognized the reality: sitting there was not the colleague he was expecting, but the Russian ambassador who wanted the Suzuki Consortium to donate the "Egg of Memory" to Russia.

The diplomat seemed very outgoing. After leaving for a while, he felt bored.

Idle and idle, the ambassador casually chatted with a few people in the car: "You were relatively close to the ring at that time - is the ring worn by the photographer really the ring of Princess Maria?"

Jiang Xia raised her head and saw the rearview mirror, and realized that he seemed to be talking to her, so she shook her head: "I don't know, the ring is in the hands of the police now, and someone should identify it later."

The ambassador sighed: "It would be great if you could also donate it to us."

Jiang Xia was not very interested in the whereabouts of the ring, so he would inevitably be perfunctory when talking about it: "You can ask the police then, maybe it will work."

"..." The ambassador realized belatedly that he had chosen the wrong car. He had chosen several young people who could not go together with him.

He muttered: "You don't understand the importance of that ring at all - Maria was the quietest of the royal children, with beautiful gray eyes. After the revolution, the emperor's family were all shot, Only Maria and the Crown Prince are missing, and their bodies have not been found until now.”

"In other words, if that ring comes from, we might be able to trace the whereabouts of the remains." The ambassador sighed again, "This can also be regarded as a cultural relic. If I can take it back... …”

"White Bird Police Department" couldn't help but turn around and glance at him: "..." You really want to recycle everything!

…

The vehicle left the city and gradually drove into the deep forest. The two cars went up the winding mountain road and finally stopped at the top of the mountain.

Here stands an ancient castle with white outer walls and dark green spire. It has a strange shape and looks like a fairy tale brought to life.

"No wonder there are always celebrities who like to shoot commercials here." Conan remembered the use of the castle that Mao Lilan had previously popularized, and said with emotion, "It is indeed beautiful."

"White Bird Police Department" nodded: "It looks a lot like a castle in Germany. That castle is the prototype of the castle in the Cinderella story."

Conan was startled and a little confused: "Germany?"

...Kasaka Natsumi’s great-grandfather and great-grandmother were both Japanese and Tsarist Russians. Why did they build the building in the German style?

Before he could figure it out, the vehicle stopped, the door opened, and the people in the two vehicles got out one after another.

At a glance, there was one less person than expected.

The ambassador looked around, his eyes brightening: "Where is the art dealer? Did he voluntarily withdraw from the competition?" This is a good thing.

Jiang Xia pointed to the mountain road behind him: "When we were passing through the town just now, the car in front stopped for a moment and he got out."

In the car ahead, the old deacon of the Kasaka family heard their discussion and nodded: "The art dealer said that he wanted to prepare something, so let's wait for him for a while."

Just as he was talking, a sports car came rushing along the mountain road and quickly stopped at the top of the mountain.

The art dealer couldn't wait to park the car, pushed open the door and walked out, smiling: "It's been a long wait, let's go in quickly!"