Conan’s Corpse Picker

Early the next morning.

Unlike many migrant workers who stay up late at night or even all night long. The high school detective gets enough quality sleep.

Jiang Xia quickly got up, packed up the cats and dogs, and took them to the Amuro Detective Agency, waiting for the wives to come to collect them.

Then he washed his hands, walked back out the door, and began looking through the pile of stuff in his mailbox.

After flipping through it for a while, I suddenly felt movement next to me.

Turning around, I saw a figure flashing into the office - Toru Amuro had come to work again.

Jiang Xia: "...?"

So dedicated?

Something is wrong, very wrong.

While sorting out the advertisements, newspapers and commission letters in the mailbox, he couldn't help but look at the door with suspicious eyes.

…

Perhaps seeing that Jiang Xia was busy, Tohru Amuro didn't say hello to Dumiao's employees when she arrived. She just walked quietly into the back room and rummaged through the closet alone.

The flower shop where "Yoshimura" ordered flowers was owned by a rich girl who seemed to pay more attention to style than making money. The store manager spent his own money to customize two sets of delivery uniforms for each employee. Even Toru Amuro, who is often absent from work, also received one.

At that time, Toru Amuro sent his uniform for dry cleaning after get off work. After cleaning, he had his uniform sent to the detective office for storage. It has never been used again.

Now that it could come in handy, he wanted to stop by and get it.

…

While Toru Amuro was rummaging around inside, he thought of Jiang Xia at the door, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: He's so dedicated. I originally wanted to avoid him, but when I got out of the car, I saw Jiang Xia standing at the door and looking through the mailbox.

Although the Amuro Detective Agency also released its email address to the public, most of the time the email inbox was filled with advertising emails from all over the country and even from overseas.

The clients who really want to be commissioned by detectives seem to be more traditional. Not many people send emails, usually invitations are sent directly.

Jiang Xia obviously prefers that mailbox to the mailbox. Every time Toru Amuro saw him digging through the mailbox, he had a sense of déjà vu as he watched inland people digging for shells on the beach who had never seen the sea before, filled with pure anticipation and happiness.

"As expected, he is still a young high school student who is attracted to various cases." Amuro Toru sighed inwardly, "very motivated."

While thinking about it, he carried the uniform he found and planned to leave.

However, as soon as he arrived at the door, he found Jiang Xia's eyes turned over.

Seeing Amuro peeking out of the door, Jiang Xia's eyes immediately fell on the uniform in his hand, his eyes brightened slightly: "Can you help me?"

"...No, I didn't receive a commission. I just went to the store where I worked before to take a roll call." Amuro Toru refused him. He seemed to be in a hurry and left quickly without stopping.

His car was parked at the door. The man drove so fast that he disappeared from the street in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Xia gathered the things in the mailbox and put them on the standing cabinet next to him when he entered the door. When he turned around and went out, there was only a puff of exhaust gas left outside, and Toru Amuro had long since disappeared.

Jiang Xia: "..."

He raised his hand to fan the air, sighed sadly, and secretly condemned in his heart: "The boss is a lone wolf, which doesn't seem to be a good thing. Although he does not interfere much with the employees' work, he does influence the employees to interfere with him. work……"

However, no matter what, everyone left, and the speed of the car was even the foggy dog ​​couldn't fly.

Jiang Xia stared for a moment and could only return to the house alone.

He looked back at the pile of letters and newspapers that he had just put down casually, intending to put them on the coffee table and deal with them slowly.

As soon as he picked it up, a letter of authorization slipped from among the many papers and clattered to the ground.

"Huh? There are so many letters, and you are the only one who fell out. It's very lucky." He threw the other things on the coffee table, went back and picked up the single letter of entrustment.

Before I opened it, I smelled a faint smell of disinfectant.

...smells like a doctor?

Jiang Xia opened the letter and read it.

Inside is a thin page of letter paper. Excluding the pleasantries at the beginning and end, there is not much commission content in the middle:

[My friend seems to have been targeted by enemies recently. The threats against him became more and more exaggerated, and my friend's mental condition became increasingly worrying. I suggested that he call the police, but my friend didn’t trust the police and refused to go. I have no choice but to think of another way - I hope you can help find those who harassed him and restore his innocence. ]

"..."

Jiang Xia read the letter, thought for a moment, and then went to sort out other things on the table.

I opened all the letters and newspapers and read them, and found that there was no more attractive case.

So he picked up the commission letter again and looked at the phone number on it.

"Then let's do this."

Jiang Xia took out her mobile phone and dialed the number on it.

The bell rang for more than ten seconds, and finally the call was answered. A gentle-sounding male voice rang: "Hello, how are you?"

"Hello, Jiang... Amuro Detective Agency, my name is Jiang Xia." Jiang Xia casually said the slip of the tongue, "I saw your letter of authorization in the mailbox. Many things can't be explained clearly over the phone, so why don't we talk in person - -When it is convenience to you?"

"Jiang Xia?" The other party was startled for a moment, then became a little excited, "I didn't expect that I could actually invite you! Well, I have work during the day, are you free tonight?"

"It's okay tonight." Jiang Xia remembered that the doctor given by the boss would not be seen until tomorrow night. He had very free time today. "Send the specific time and address to my email."

…

Time flies, and soon it’s afternoon.

Everyone is busy with their own things.

Dr. Yoshimura, who stayed up all night to see patients, finally compiled the reports on gin, packaged them and sent them to "that adult".

After sending the report, he scratched his chicken coop-like hair and faced a pair of increasingly thick dark circles under his eyes - he neither dared to deal with the boss nor offended the terrifying-looking silver-haired man in black last night. Dr. Yoshimura had to devote all his life's learning to euphemistically describe Gin's situation as very optimistic without obviously lying.

"it is finally over."

He stretched hard, and after a moment, he frowned irritably, "No, it should be said that the real battle has just begun - although the cadre last night looked a bit gloomy, he was actually very talkative and a good person. A good man. He just let me stay up late and work overtime, and was even willing to send me home. But the one tomorrow night..."

Dr. Yoshimura thought of all the rumors he had heard about Uzo before, and he just hated those people for not telling the rumors more clearly, which prevented him from formulating more effective preventive measures.

But no matter what, the matter was at this point. He could only take a good rest, replenish his energy, and try to be in a better state to welcome Uzo's arrival.