Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 1389 1389 [Russian undercover·Gin]

Seeing its enthusiastic look, Kidd instantly felt a lot more balanced.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the cat on his shoulder, and stood up again. For a moment, he had a good illusion that he was the cat's true owner among the many owners.

Just as he was thinking about it, the cat very cooperatively stretched out its round paw towards him.

Kidd raised his hand and gave it a friendly squeeze.

The next moment, he felt that the little magic power in his body had disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Kidd: "...?"

...So this cat looks so friendly, just to get close to tap his magic power? !

The corners of his eyes twitched, feeling that he had been emotionally deceived.

But then I thought about it, after all, it is just a cat, and it is normal to have a little self-control. It is just following the instinct of a monster... Kidd took a deep breath and barely maintained his calm expression.

…

Conan looked at the scene of one person and one cat "getting along" and was a little surprised: "This cat has also been to the home of the White Bird Police Department?"

The "White Bird Police Department" shook his head, held the cat in his arms, gave it a rough pat, and decided to take advantage of the fact that the foggy dog ​​didn't see it and get back all the squeezed magic power: "I encountered it while performing official duties. It helped Did me a little favor."

Ganfanmao was startled and waved his paw to hit his hand.

Jiang Xia glanced at it: Don't forget the business.

"..."

The dry rice cat silently retracted its extended front paw.

Then, the moment the "White Bird Police Department" relaxed, it bowed sharply, kicked on his hand, landed with a thump when he let go, and ran to Mao Lilan's side again.

Mao Lilan hugged the cat and cast a condemning look at the "White Bird Police Department".

Conan and the White Bird Police Department discovered something else.

The two of them were startled and stared at the place where the cat landed: "The movement is wrong... there is a hole down here!"

Jiang Xia seems to have the same view.

He leaned closer to the floor, thought for a moment, and pulled a hair of Conan next to him.

Conan's head hurt and his thoughts were interrupted: "...Huh??"

Before he could ask, Jiang Xia had already held her hair and moved closer to the ground.

As it passed through the cracks in the ground, the hair swayed slightly up and down.

"Sure enough, there is wind here." Jiang Xia put her hair back in Conan's hand, borrowing and returning it, "Under this floor, there may be a passage to the ground."

Conan's attention was immediately drawn: "There must be a trap nearby!"

As he said that, he no longer cared about his hair, and concentrated on looking for abnormalities nearby, trying to open the door to the underground.

Next to him, the "White Bird Police Department" watched all this silently. He couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his head, feeling a little phantom pain: "..." Jiang Xia is really not an innocent detective. He pulls out other people's hair so much. It's easy. When he hit people with a stick in the past, he was also very skilled in his movements. The police must have chosen to ignore this because they saw him solving the case quickly... Oh, stupid policeman.

But now is not the time to think about this. The most urgent thing at the moment is the "egg of memories".

"White Bird Police Department" pointed to the wooden floor near the wall: "There seems to be a sunken gap next to the wall."

Jiang Xia turned around to look, reached out and knocked there, then grabbed the gap and tentatively lifted it up.

The floor was lifted open, revealing a palm-sized combination disk underneath. It looked like a calculator, but it had more buttons, and the words on it were not numbers.

When the "White Bird Police Department" saw that they finally made a discovery, their eyes lit up: "These are Russian letters printed on it. Enter the correct password and you can open the door to the underground!"

"Russian." Jiang Xia stood up and made way for the Russian ambassador. At least on the surface, there was only one person here who was proficient in Russia.

The ambassador immediately understood that it was time for him to appear.

He put down his backpack and walked over, stared at the password disk curiously, and then asked doubtfully: "What is the password?"

The art dealer said excitedly: "Since the entrance happens to be in the craftsman's office, what is hidden underneath must be his masterpiece 'Egg of Memory' - memory! Try the Russian word for 'memory'!"

The ambassador nodded and pressed the letters on the code plate while reading: "Воспоминания."

Jiang Xia: "..." It's so long.

After pressing a long string of letters, everyone looked at the code plate expectantly.

However, one second, two seconds... many seconds passed, and there was no response.

"...It seems not." The ambassador sighed, thought for a moment, and then tried the name of the producer "Kisaka Kiichi".

Still no movement.

Jiang Xia turned to look at Natsumi Kasaka and her butler, trying to hint: "Do you have any impression of the institutions here?"

The old man and the young man shook their heads simultaneously.

Suzuki Sonoko received the hint by mistake: "By the way! I remember that when we were on the boat, Miss Natsumi once mentioned a strange sentence, Ba... Ba... Why do you buy meat..."

After being reminded like this, Kasaka Natsumi remembered it belatedly: "It's 'Balusenikuka Tamme'."

"Is this Russian?" The ambassador scratched his forehead, gradually becoming confused about his native language, "Why can't I understand it?"

Kasaka Natsumi smiled sheepishly: "I don't speak Russian very well. This is a word I accidentally remembered when I was a child. Many years have passed now, and it may be a little different from what I heard at the time - Russian Are there no similar-sounding words in it?”

Jiang Xia stepped back and watched a few people who knew Russian discuss.

At this time, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate and received a new email.

Looking down, Jiang Xia found that it seemed that not only the people in the room were concentrating on solving the puzzle - there was actually a student who was listening through the wall and sent the answer:

[ВОЛШЕБНИККОНЦАВЕКА, also known as the ‘Magician of the End of the Century’, calculated the time, and it happened to correspond to her great-grandfather. ]

"..." Jiang Xia silently glanced at the wall.

When they came down just now, Gin and Vodka happened to be shopping nearby. Now, perhaps seeing that everyone had been lingering in this room for too long, these two people followed them arrogantly to the next door.

But next door is the knight's room. A group of people have been taken around by the butler just now and will not go back in the short time. Even if we go back, there are dark knight statues everywhere, and the two men in black are hiding among them.

It seems that the two colleagues' sanity is still on the line, so there is no need to worry about them being too messy.

Jiang Xia didn't care where the two of them were and replied casually:

[You actually understand Russian? You are not an undercover agent sent by Russia. ]

Pressed send and waited for more than ten seconds, but did not receive a reply from Gin.

But next door, the murderous smell of alcohol suddenly became stronger - someone seemed to think "undercover" was a curse word.