Conan’s Corpse Picker

Having said that, Jiang Xia still firmly believes that magic guns and poker guns are toy guns, no different from toys.

He touched the mermaid in his arms and nodded thoughtfully.

Then he stopped paying attention to this embarrassing thief who was still playing with a toy gun at his age, and turned to look at the stage.

But not long after, Jiang Xia looked away from this boring stage play. His eyes passed through the walls and fell to another corner of the building.

Jiang Xia: "..." Ireland seems to have received his love letter.

Just no reply? How rude.

…

the other side.

Nearly two hours ago.

The medical institution in Ireland was organizing a dressing change. After the dressing was done, I found an envelope on the windshield wiper of my car.

He asked the security guard in the parking lot, but the other person said that no one passed by at all, and the surveillance did not see any abnormalities.

Ireland: "..." No one came in from the outside. Could it be that someone inside put it there?

These bastard Europeans who like to fish can't even see a car.

He snorted coldly, returned to the car with the letter, quickly got in the car after checking the vehicle, and left this place that was no longer safe.

…

Ireland found another location, confirmed that no one was watching around, and then picked up the envelope again.

He had already weighed it just now. It was just a thin piece of paper, not a bomb or anything like that.

But just to be on the safe side, he still put on his gloves and got out of the car and went outside, lest someone frantically put some poisonous powder or something in the letter.

After some cautious operations, the always cautious organization cadre finally opened the envelope carefully and took out the paper inside.

Frowning tightly, his eyes scanned the letter paper, and lines of words jumped into his eyes:

[Although you are very unlucky, you never give in to fate. You are really charming and exciting like this. In fact, I have been paying attention to you.

Can you meet me?

Tomorrow at 1 o'clock at noon, I will be waiting for you on this plane...]

A Q-version airplane is drawn below, with an arrow extending from it with the flight number and time written on it. Surrounded by some love.

Further down there is another signature:

"——by the person who has been paying attention to you"

Ireland:"……"

Although the other party sent an anonymous letter. But at this point in time, there is no need to guess who the person is who can sneak into the institution where the organization is located and openly put the letter in his car.

Ireland read the words carefully.

"Although you are very unlucky..."

...Is this a mockery of the several times he was almost hit by someone who fell from a building?

In addition, it is clearly Uzo who controls all this, but this culprit wants to rely on "luck" and "destiny". Although I had long heard that some people in the organization felt that Uzo was a natural disaster, I didn't expect that Uzo himself would actually dare to take this title...Does he think he can represent destiny? Oh, this conceited bastard.

"Actually, I have been paying attention to you..."

Humph, you don’t need to tell me that I also discovered it.

Ireland remembered that Uzo had approached his vehicle just now, and a layer of vigilant cold sweat broke out on his back again.

At the same time, he was also a little confused: How did that guy Uzo do it? It was impossible for him to be followed for such a long time without realizing it. Could it be that Uzo had a mole planted around him?

The members of the organization that he had contacted after London flashed before Ireland's eyes, and their expressions were extremely solemn - it is said that Uzo is best at manipulating people's hearts. Although his current record is that people are involved in cases and die without knowing it. But equally, since he has this ability, it doesn't seem to be difficult for Uzo to control one or two people to turn against him.

...It seems that I can’t trust anyone around me from now on.

Ireland reminded herself coldly in her heart, and then looked at the letter again.

"We'll meet on the plane at 1 o'clock tomorrow."

The time and place came out. Sure enough, this was Wu Zuo's letter of challenge to him.

And tomorrow's flight is the meeting place decided by Uzo.

Ireland: "..." But isn't this guy always the best at hiding behind the scenes? Why do you want to meet him all of a sudden? Is this another conspiracy?

...No, no need to ask, this is definitely a conspiracy, but he doesn’t know what Uzo wants to do.

Ireland slowly clenched the letter full of provocation, lowered his eyes and pondered, and the murderous aura in his body was like a surging sea.

After a moment, he suddenly remembered something. He re-opened the crumpled letter and stared at the sentence above. The more he read, the more familiar it seemed.

He soon remembered - after Ireland was almost hit, he was not only treating the re-collapsed wounds, he also asked insiders from the Metropolitan Police Department to obtain detailed information about that case.

And if I remember correctly, the murder incident that almost hit him at noon involved a love letter. The above sentence is almost exactly the same as the current letter of challenge.

Ireland: "..." Uzo is such a bastard. That case was indeed controlled by him. Maybe he even taught the murderer the love letter template... So, when you have time, you have to find a way to have a good chat with the murderer. Maybe this guy is a special case and has had contact with Uzo.

Although it has long been guessed that the previous falling cases were the work of Uzo. But I guessed that the feeling was completely different from being indirectly informed by Uzo like this.

——This is a naked provocation.

Ireland thought for a while, made a phone call and found his confidant in London.

Although now, no matter who he looks at, he thinks that person may have been contacted by Uzo, but a person's power is limited after all. In some professional matters, Ireland still can only find help from others.

"Go check that plane." He sent the flight information. "In one hour, I want to know all the information about it and whether it has any safety hazards. Move covertly and don't expose yourself."

…

The response from his subordinates was faster than Ireland expected - there didn't seem to be any force behind the plane, it was just a simple plane, so the investigation was very efficient.

Information about it was gradually sent to Ireland.

Ireland flipped through the passenger list and his eyes quickly fell on one of the columns - he saw a list of Japanese names, several of whom were very famous.

Ireland unfolded the notebook on his lap, entered his name, and hit enter. Then it turned out that they were actors, or rather, members of a stage theater troupe.

These people have a performance in London tonight. After the performance, they will take the flight back to Japan at noon tomorrow.

...Why would Uzo let him board such a plane?

In just a short moment, countless conspiracy theories flashed through Ireland's mind.